Sam trembled with desire, feeling more alive than he ever had before. For the first time in his life he actually felt as beautiful as he looked. He admired himself in the full-length mirror, flicking his golden locks and arching his back seductively. His shaft throbbed with excitement and he caressed it softly through the black silk panties. Then he sashayed to and fro in front of the mirror, head held high, shiny tresses bouncing lightly. Sam moved with a feminine grace, feeling like some sexy lingerie model, strutting her sensuous stuff on the catwalk.
But he could improve on this, Sam felt. This first cross-dressing experience of his had fuelled a burning hunger for more. Sam glided gracefully across the room and sat down at Kate’s vanity table, where he gazed at his face in the mirror above it. He looked undeniably feminine, with his smooth skin and delicate features, his full lips and long, wavy hair and slender neck. No surprises there. But he wanted to look even more feminine. Hell, he wanted to be a female.
He opened Kate’s make-up box, which was on top of the vanity table, and picked out two lipsticks, one of which was of a shade of pink he thought might suit him. Leaning in close to the mirror above the vanity table and puckering his lips, he applied the lipstick. It looked great. Then on went a black line of mascara and some eye shadow; not overdone, all very subtle.
Sam looked at his new face in the mirror and adored what he saw. He felt euphoric. He was overwhelmed by the sensation. It was the most exhilarating feeling he’d ever experienced, and he didn’t want it to end. Sam knew what was happening to him – what he’d sublimated so deeply for so long; knew what he was at last accepting about himself. The transformation felt natural, as if he’d been this way for a long time, maybe all his life at some deep-seated level. He let himself go, abandoned himself to the experience.
Sam put the lipstick, mascara, and eye shadow back in the make-up box and snapped the lid closed. A moment after that the bedroom door opened and he turned to see the long-awaited Kate. See you later, darling. She looked ravishing: that lovely, strong-featured face framed by glossy short red hair, those sparkling emerald-green eyes, that luminous pale skin; that voluptuous body, which was enhanced by the short black dress and high-heeled shoes she had on. Sam thought Kate looked perfect at that moment but also inscrutable. He had no idea what she was thinking as she looked at him. From her straight-faced expression there was no way to tell whether she was shocked or surprised or simply couldn’t care less.
‘You came back at last,’ Sam said quietly.
‘Yeah, I came back at last,’ Kate replied, still looking at him deadpan. ‘And look what I found.’ Her voice was coolly neutral but the words sounded ominous.
Sam took a deep breath and held it, bracing himself for the verbal assault he feared was coming next.
Instead Kate broke into a radiant smile. ‘I have to say, it makes a very arousing sight,’ she said, her voice dipping an octave. ‘Stand up and let me have a proper look at you.’
Sam let out his breath in small gasps, physically experiencing his relief at her reaction. ‘Yes, darling,’ he said and got to his feet.
‘Very nice,’ Kate said.
‘Thank you so much,’ Sam said, his pulse pounding.
‘Have you ever cross-dressed before?’ Kate asked.
‘Never,’ he said.
‘Not even in secret?’ She raised an eyebrow. ‘Come on, ’fess up. You know what they say: “confession is good for the soul”.’
‘Never,’ he repeated.
‘So, wearing my underwear and putting on my make-up like this is a first for you?’
‘Yes, it is,’ Sam said. ‘And I’m sorry for doing it without asking permission. That was wrong of me. It’s just that I got thoroughly carried away.’
‘I don’t mind,’ Kate told him. ‘It’s not a problem.’
‘Are you sure?’ Sam asked, his voice uncertain.
‘Think nothing of it,’ Kate said. ‘I don’t mind at all, honestly. You can use any clothing or make-up of mine any time you like, as far as I’m concerned. Do you know why I say that, my love?’
‘No, I don’t,’ Sam admitted.
‘Because I really, really like the new you,’ she said. ‘It’s as simple as that.’
Kate then put her hand behind Sam’s neck. She pulled him towards her and kissed him passionately, her full lips pressed firmly against his. Her mouth was warm and her tongue probing as it searched for his. Sam delighted in the kiss, which seemed to last for a blissful age.
Eventually Kate let go of his neck and pulled away from the kiss. ‘How do you feel now you’ve discovered your inner woman?’ she said.
‘Wonderful,’ he replied, his eyes shining.
‘And you’re very excited, aren’t you?’ she said. ‘Sexually excited.’
‘Very,’ Sam gasped.
‘Let’s see what we can do about that,’ Kate said, reaching out and touching his shaft through the tight, black panties. Its head was dripping with sticky fluid that had soaked through the shiny material. She rubbed along the length of Sam’s erection through the panties for a while before pulling them to one side of it. The feel of her fingers on his erection through the black silk panties had been exquisite but the feel of them directly on his hard flesh was ecstasy. She began to rub slowly up and down. ‘You like that?’ she asked huskily.
‘Yes,’ he panted.
Next Kate eased Sam onto his back on the bed with one hand, the other still caressing his shaft. Sam propped himself up on his elbows, watching as Kate sat beside him and continued to work on his erection.
The sight of his gorgeous partner masturbating him so skilfully and of himself wearing her panties and stockings inflamed him as much as the rhythmic touch of her fingers on his hardness.
‘Take off your panties,’ Kate then said. ‘And I’ll take off my panties too – and everything else beside.’
Once they’d both done this, Kate said, ‘I’m going to call you Samantha from now on. How do you feel about that?’
‘Overwhelmed,’ Sam – correction, Samantha replied. ‘I’m so thrilled and delighted I think I might burst with happiness.’
‘I want to make you even happier,’ Kate said.
She then got up onto the bed and squatted down over Samantha with one bare foot on either side of her head. She was looking directly at Samantha’s aching erection standing up so proud and throbbing so insistently. Still gazing at that arousing sight, Kate pressed her naked crotch onto Samantha’s face.
‘Lick my pussy,’ she said and Samantha began to play her tongue back and forth over the warm wet flesh of her sex, searching out her clit. As she flicked at her hard, pink clitoris with her tongue, Kate’s oozing love juice filled her mouth. Samantha swallowed Kate’s delicious juices with a shiver of delight, feeling her hard cock throbbing even more with excitement.
Kate began to really ride Samantha’s mouth after that, pressing down hard. She moaned with pleasure, feeling Samantha’s tongue working deeper into her sex. ‘That’s absolute bliss,’ she said, shifting position slightly. ‘Now do the same to my arsehole. Work on it with your tongue while I masturbate.’
As Kate’s anus closed around the tip of her tongue, Samantha began to slowly press in and out, each stroke of her sinuous tongue probing deeper. At the same time Kate started masturbating, pushing her fingers into the warm wetness of her pussy. Raising her arms and taking hold of Kate’s backside, Samantha very gently splayed her rear cheeks further apart, gaining even deeper entry. Samantha was in seventh heaven, consumed with the delirious pleasure of working on Kate’s anus with her tongue while she in turn masturbated hard.
Masturbating harder still, Kate rose and fell over Samantha’s mouth as her tongue energetically explored her anal hole. Kate could feel her orgasm building in her until she had almost reached the peak of pleasure. And then it came. Kate screamed out her climax, pressing down on her clit and riding wildly on Samantha’s face as she carried on tonguing her anus for all she was worth. She only stopped when Kate told her to.
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‘Your turn for some oral attention now,’ Kate said, lifting her backside from Samantha’s face and removing her fingers from her own sodden sex. She began to take Samantha’s shaft into her mouth, sucking at it its smooth, glistening surface and sliding her tongue over its throbbing length.
Kate rose and fell rhythmically, drawing in her cheeks so that her mouth was warm and tight over Samantha’s pulsing erection. Samantha was conscious of layer upon layer of sensation building up within her, taking her inexorably to the point of no return and beyond. Her whole body stiffened as she climaxed, pumping spurt after spurt of creamy come down Kate’s throat.
When Kate had drawn down the last drops of sperm from Samantha’s shaft she climbed off her prone body, turned around, and snuggled into her arms. ‘You know what I’d like to see you in next, darling?’ she said.
‘What’s that?’ Samantha asked.
‘Leather fetish wear,’ Kate replied, adding with a chuckle, ‘from my own company, needless to say.’
‘Sounds fantastic,’ Samantha said. ‘I’ll leave myself in your capable hands.’
‘Know what I’m going to do to you once I’ve got you into all that sexy leather gear?’ Samantha said. ‘It would complete your transformation in my view.’
‘I’ve no idea,’ Samantha said. ‘Please tell me.’
So she did.
Samantha was very taken with the items of leather fetish wear Kate had selected for her when she saw them, even more so once she’d put them on in the bedroom. They were all of tight, black leather and she loved everything about them: the new leather smell of them, the soft feel of them, the seductive look of them.
She loved the ultra-short flared skirt that hugged her hips so sensuously and, beneath it, the high-cut leather panties holding her shaft upright. She gave a shiver of excitement as she felt her tumescence strain against the tight leather of the panties. The feel of the constricting garment was tantalizing on the sensitive flesh of her cock.
Above all she loved the leather top. The shiny material clung to her curves, covering her from the waist up to the neck in a glossy second skin. The top also had little breast pads subtly built in, which was a thrilling addition. The garment left her slender arms totally uncovered, but was finished with a tight collar that extended high up the neck.
The spike-heeled ankle boots finished off the outfit beautifully in her view. She found that their high heels caused the muscles in her backside, thighs, and calves to tauten and gave her a delightfully feminine gait.
Samantha stood in front of the freestanding mirror and surveyed with unconditional approval the blonde girl reflected in the glass before her. She was a long-limbed, smooth-skinned, leather-clad beauty, and no mistake. The porcelain-white face looked lovely – the eyebrows were fine lines, the sparkling honey-brown eyes were subtly rimmed with mascara and eyeliner, and the full, sensuous lips were outlined in glistening pink lipstick of a shade most becoming to her.
Samantha ran her dainty hands, their well-manicured nails painted red, over her seductive black leather outfit as she posed for herself in the mirror. She was in love with her own body as it appeared before her. The high collar made her neck look even more slender. The tight top not only gave her a beautifully shaped little bust but also cinched in her waist to perfection. And the extreme miniskirt showed off the glimmering paleness of her thighs and helped give the illusion that most of her height was in her nicely curved legs, an effect that was further enhanced by her spike-heeled ankle boots.
Breathing deep of the perfume-scented air in the bedroom – a little of which she’d sprayed on herself – she undulated back and forth in front of the tall mirror, delighting in her own reflection. Her face was model-girl beautiful. Her well-shaped body moved with sleek, polished grace and easy fluidity, a natural sway to the hips. Samantha looked marvellous and felt marvellous too.
‘I adore that outfit on you,’ Kate said as she entered the bedroom. She was stark naked apart from stiletto heeled black leather boots – oh, and one other item: the well-lubricated strap-on dildo jutting from her crotch.
‘Take your panties off and get onto your hands and knees,’ she said. ‘I am, as you already know, going to pop your cherry.’
Samantha took off the leather panties and knelt down on all fours. Kate then got into position behind Samantha and began to penetrate her, pressing her dildo slowly and carefully deep into her opening. Samantha’s hole tightened and relaxed with the slow movements of Kate’s strap-on, in and out. The fingers of both Kate’s hands pressed firmly on Samantha’s backside, as she carried on fucking her in a regular rhythm.
Samantha felt a fierce thrill of erotic pleasure course through her at every touch, whether on her quivering behind or inside her. She could feel the heat emanating off her backside with the touch of Kate’s hands and each of her rhythmic thrusts as she subtly built up momentum.
Eventually Kate was fucking Samantha fast and hard, the lubed-up dildo easing entry into and out of her. The ache in Samantha’s erection grew more intense, charged by the frantic pumping of Kate’s strap-on. Samantha’s backside rose and fell to meet her lover’s escalating thrusts as she penetrated her faster, harder.
Kate then reached underneath Samantha and took her throbbing shaft in her hand. She masturbated her deftly, the smooth caress of her fingers complementing the pumping in-and-out motion of her strap-on.
Samantha was breathing short, gasping breaths and thrusting her backside up and down, her shaft flexing within Kate’s fist as she luxuriated in the euphoric sensation of being fucked and masturbated at the same time. She was very close to climaxing. And then she did, ejaculating thick wads of creamy-white come in one ecstatic spasm after another. It was the best orgasm she’d ever had in her entire life.
‘How do you feel now that I’ve deflowered you, my darling?’ Kate asked, leaving the dildo within her but removing her fingers from her now-spent shaft.
Samantha didn’t have to think for even a moment before replying. ‘Complete,’ she said happily. ‘I feel complete.’
Anita and Angie Get Wet
The creamy stuccoed Georgian terraced house was in a residential street just north of High Street Kensington in central London. The property had been converted at some stage into three solid, high-ceilinged apartments, and Anita and her lover, a submissive blonde called Angie, occupied the one on the ground floor.
It was early evening and the two beautiful young women were in the living room. Anita sat in a black leather armchair and was as naked as Angie, who knelt at her feet. Angie, whose backside was rosy-red from the robust spanking Anita had recently given it, was gazing out of the full-length, net-curtained window at the dark, wet dusk outside.
‘You’d never know it was the middle of summer,’ Angie said, looking at a sky stacked with clouds like black mountains. Rain crackled in the street and cars edged by slowly, water spilling out from their tyres, their windscreen wipers swishing. ‘I wish I didn’t have to go out this evening in such filthy weather,’ she continued, still looking out at the relentless, dreary rain. She turned her blue-eyed gaze away from the window and looked up at Anita. ‘And I especially wish I didn’t have to visit my stepmother, of all people. I never could see what my dear father – God rest his soul – ever saw in that bloody woman. She’s awful, you know, Anita: a snob, a bore, a prude …’
‘I can well understand your reluctance to visit her,’ Anita interrupted, running her fingers through her lustrous auburn hair. ‘I’ll bet you’d much rather be here having great sex with me.’
‘That’s for sure,’ Angie replied, her clitoris twitching at the thought. ‘But needs must, I guess.’
‘If you say so.’ Anita smirked. There was a wicked glint in her hazel-green eyes.
‘I need to make my way over to her place soon,’ Angie said resignedly, glancing again out of the rain-splattered window. ‘So I’d better get dressed.’
‘I hope you won’t be wearing any underwear,’ Anita cautioned.
‘I never do, not since you told me to stop wearing it,’ Angie said, feeling another twinge between her legs. ‘I’m very obedient to you, aren’t I?’
‘You are indeed,’ Anita agreed.
Angie, despite her resigned statement a few moments earlier, had made no move so far to get up from her knees, never mind put any clothes on. ‘Hey,’ she said. ‘Just think how disapproving my puritanical stepmother would be if she knew you and I are lovers rather than innocent “flat-mates”.’ She made quotation marks in the air with her fingers.
‘Not to mention how she’d feel if she knew about all the other things we get up to.’ A suggestive smile curled the corners of Anita’s lips. ‘Think how shocked she’d be during your visit if she knew you had nothing on under your dress, your wet pussy completely shaved, and your backside still aglow from the spanking yours truly gave it earlier. The thought of that should make a potentially very tedious evening a bit more interesting for you, wouldn’t you agree?’
‘I would.’ Angie felt a real ache between her legs now. ‘I’ll be on my best behaviour with her, as I always am. But I’m afraid she’s going to find me very distracted as company this time, the state you’ve got me into.’
‘I’m sure she will,’ Anita said. And I haven’t even gone beyond first base yet, my sweet, she thought mischievously; just you wait and see. ‘Then of course there’ll be all those trips to the bathroom you’ll have to make when you’ll be returning all flushed.’
‘I will?’
‘Oh yes. You’ll be wanking yourself stupid every time you go there. You’re a horny little slut, Angie, what are you?’
‘A horny little slut,’ Angie agreed cheerfully. ‘And what are you going to be doing while I’m away?’
‘I think I’ll just take myself in hand.’
‘Take yourself in hand?’
‘Yes,’ Anita replied, spreading her thighs and rubbing her pussy ostentatiously. ‘Read my hips: take myself in hand.’ She teased the folds of her sex wide open and ran her fingertips against the pink flesh, concentrating on the hooded pearl of pleasure.
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