Transforming Genevieve Ch 1

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Transforming Genevieve Ch 1It’s been eleven years since I earned my doctorate in English Literature from a prominent mid-western university. I moved to Boston when I accepted a professorship at Regis College to teach pre s*******n hundred English Lit. I expected to be at Regis for three or four years at the most. My expectations never came to pass and four years ago I received my tenure papers. I suppose a career at Regis is a distinct possibility. My profession is pre-1700 English Lit, but my passion is writing erotic novelettes. I live in a one bedroom flat near the historic district of Boston and often travel to Manhattan to enjoy both Broadway shows, and an occasional off-Broadway play. I’ve never considered the possibility of marriage, and the thought of giving birth isn’t something I have the least bit of interest in. I suppose my fellow professors at Regis see me as somewhat stuffy since my wardrobe around campus consists of unflattering sweaters, long skirts, and flat shoes. My long brunette hair is always pulled up in a bun with a pencil stuck through it. None of my male counterparts have ever shown the least bit of interest in me. At thirty-six I still have a rather firm figure. My breasts are a petite 34B cup and my slim waistline flares nicely at my hips. I stand five feet five inches tall. My green eyes contrast very nicely with my straight brunette hair. I have often fantasized of becoming one of the characters in my erotic stories, but have never had the nerve to bring any of those fantasies to reality. That is until my most recent trip to Manhattan. Several weeks earlier I had come across the internet web page of a small theater group that described themselves as erotically offbeat. The schedule of their productions listed a show titled “Taboos”. Since my novelettes sometimes deal with social taboos I decided to order a ticket for a Saturday afternoon matinee. I made reservations at the hotel I usually stay at when visiting New York and looked forward to spending two days away from Boston. The Friday afternoon of my trip I had wanted to get on the road early. Maybe even make it to Manhattan before the evening rush hour. The best-laid plans can change in an instant. Mine happened to be changed by several students who wanted some additional help with a rather difficult assignment I’d given my advanced English Lit class. I finally made it out of my office at about 4:45 PM. As I walked down the long hall of the English department that Friday afternoon Richard S. Davidson came walking out of his classroom just as I approached. “Evening Ms. Walker, you’re here late tonight aren’t you?” He asked me. I half smiled at him and replied, “Yes, Richard, I had planned on leaving early today, but I had to help a couple of my students with an assignment.” I added, “By the way Richard I’d appreciate if you would call me by my first name. Ms. Walker sounds so matronly. Richard had a keen memory for all the characters in Sir William Shakespeare’s novels, but when it came to remembering the simple things he often fell a little short. He looked at me and said, “Oh okay,” He paused for a moment. I knew he was trying to remember my first name. Finally, he came up with it. “Gen I will remember that.” I wondered if he knew that Gen is short for Genevieve. “So Gen what plans have been delayed this afternoon?” Richard asked. “I’m going to New York to see a matinee tomorrow afternoon,” I replied. Richard said, “Well you should still be able to make your show time.”“Of course Richard,” I said. “But I may miss my dinner reservation.” “Oh, so you’re going to Manhattan tonight?” He asked as the light bulb above his head turned on. “That’s right,” I said with my best sarcastic tone of voice and lengthening the syllables of the words that’s and right. “Well don’t let me hold you up, Ms. Walker.” He said obviously somewhat perturbed by my sarcastic tone of voice. As I walked away he said, “See you Monday morning then.” I didn’t answer mostly because I couldn’t care less if I saw Richard Monday or not. My seven-year-old Volvo was parked halfway across the parking lot. As I approached the driver door I hoped it would make it to New York and back again. I was going to have to break down soon and shop for a new vehicle. Traffic was, of course, heavy as I drove south on I-95 toward Manhattan. I wasn’t going to make good time tonight and knew it would be a room service meal for me tonight. Pulling into the hotel parking lot two hours after my dinner reservation I patted the old Swede on the dashboard and thanked it for getting me into town. The garage attendant lifted my travel case out of the trunk, handed me a parking slip and asked, “How long will you be staying with us, Madam?” “Sunday morning,” I replied without evening turning my head to speak to him. I hate when people speak to me as if I was someone’s grandmother. Just because a woman doesn’t flaunt herself everywhere doesn’t mean they can’t be called Miss. The handsome young man behind the main desk as well as the bell boy both greeted me with Evening Madam, earning himself a three dollar tip instead of my usual five. As I unpacked my suitcase every stitch of clothing I pulled out screamed Madam to me. It was quite depressing and I made up my mind that before the matinee tomorrow afternoon I was going shopping for something that would have all three of those men calling me Miss. Ordering room service about eight forty-five, I sat down at my laptop thinking I’d write a few paragraphs in my latest novelette. I’m not sure if it was writers’ block or the idea that I was sick and tired of being called Madam, but instead, I found myself surfing the internet for clothing shops in the city that might have a cure for my “Madam” blues.Room service showed up with my burger fries and diet coke just as I was looking at some rather risqué outfits on the site for a store called Unique Boutique. I closed the computer and opened the door to my room. A young man stood there waiting to push my food cart into the room. “Evening Madam, he said. I almost screamed at him, but held my composure and just motioned for him to push the cart over near the small desk where my laptop was sitting. He left without saying a word, and I handed him a five as his tip for holding his tongue and not calling me Madam again. I nibbled on my burger as I resumed my internet search for an outfit that better suited my fantasies than the boring reality of my life in Boston. As I got deeper and deeper into the results of my search I started getting into some sites that specialized in some of the kinkier clothing. I looked at leather and latex outfits of all kinds. I decided those would be a little too much. After all, I wanted men to call me Miss, not Hey slut. I did find one web store that offered very tasteful but sexy, or should I say sexy in my eyes, outfits. I especially like the assortment of silk and nylon stockings they featured on their website. I jotted down the Manhattan address of their retail store and planned on visiting the next morning. I decided to turn in early, leaving a half a burger and a full plate of fries just outside my door. I saw no need to close the d****s since I was 20 floors above the bustling streets of The Big Apple. I began to undress to change into my pajamas. Pulling my big bulky sweater over my head the material caught the pencil that was still holding my hair up in a bun. It pulled out and as the sweater came off my hair cascaded down across my shoulders. I looked up and noticed that I was standing directly in front of the full-length mirror mounted on the wall at the end of the low hotel room dresser. Looking at my reflection I thought. Look at you Genevieve it’s no wonder all the men you meet call you Madam. My long skirt hid my legs, the flats on my feet didn’t even approach fashionable, let alone being even the least little bit flattering. My white cotton bra and the matching panties were functional but all too plain. My hair while very long hung straight down from my head. I shook my head disgusted with my appearance. Well, at least I still had my very green eyes and almost jet-black hair color. I watched myself undress as my skirt slid down my legs and I stepped out of it I kicked off those horrible flats. I wondered if I’d remember how to walk in heels. My cotton underwear came off next, and I was left staring at my now naked reflection in the mirror. The dark triangle of my pubic hair completely hid my pussy. My petite breasts still look like they did when I was twenty-three. The areola surrounding my nipples are a little larger than I think they should be, but they circled a pair of nipples that when erect get very hard and form tiny sensitive nubs. I slid my hands up across my flat stomach and rib cage to slide my fingers over my tits and nipples. Totally naked I didn’t look too bad. Tomorrow I’d see about making over the trimmings that covered and hid my body for far too long. Picking up my pj’s I looked at them and decided to sleep naked tonight. I climbed into bed and set the alarm for seven. The cool sheets felt very nice on my naked body. I again slid my hands up my body and onto my breasts. My sensitive nipples responded to my hands and hardened into those tiny nubs. It felt very erotic lying in a distant hotel room, many floors above the street and totally naked. My mind began to envision a strange man standing over me. Watching me touch my breasts. I let one hand slid down between my thighs and over my pussy. As I moved my fingers up one slipped between the lips and sensed the moisture that had started to warm my body. One fingertip slid up and circled the fleshy covering of my clitoris. I moaned to myself and the imaginary man that was watching my actions. I could almost see his member swell under his pants. My clit swelled as I massaged it with my middle finger and my other hand brought my nipples to their hardest most sensitive condition. Spreading my legs I slipped my finger between the lips of my ever moistening slit coating it with my juices. Withdrawing that finger I lifted it toward the stranger watching me in my mind’s eye before I brought it to my lips to taste its coating. My tongue licked at the digit tasting the musty fluids of a woman who last showered some 18 hours earlier. It tasted somewhat salty but not the least bit offensive. After licking my finger clean for my imaginary voyeur I slid my hand back toward the spot that had supplied those salty, musty droplets. I slid two fingers across the hard nub of my clit and then curled them under and into my pussy. My breath started coming in shorter gasps as my fingers continued to massage my wetter and wetter pussy. I pinched one erect nipple and felt a ring of pleasure spread outward from my nipple. My imaginary lover watched intently as I continued pleasuring myself. Closer and closer I moved to my ultimate goal of yet another self-induced orgasm. The tingling deep in my loins began as I approached that orgasm. Building slowly at first, but becoming more intense as my fingers worked at a feverish pace. It crashed over me like a title wave of pleasure, I moaned deeply as my orgasm turned my body into a twitching mass of sensuality. My eyes closed as my orgasm began to subside and when I opened them a moment later my imaginary lover was gone. I’d once again had to rely on my own fingers to satisfy my needs, but I was bound and determined to change that as soon as possible. Closing my eyes I fell into a restful sleep, knowing the next morning would begin that transformation. The sunlight was streaming through the window as the alarm blared at me the next morning. I reached over and hit the snooze button, then remembered I had some transforming to do today so I rolled out of bed and walked to the bath. Looking at my naked body in the bathroom mirror I decided to start the transformation with a trimming of the dark triangle of hair at the top of my shapely thighs. Starting the shower I returned to the bedroom and gathered my bag of toiletries. I set it on the vanity in the bathroom and retrieved a fresh razor and some shaving cream. I set them on the edge of the tub and tested the water. Finding it to my satisfaction I stepped into the warm stream of shower water. The water cascaded over my body. I soaked my hair and tied it in a knot behind my head. Running my fingers through the hairy bush at my crotch I wondered if perhaps I shouldn’t start with a pair of scissors. Spreading a handful of cream over the curly hair I wet the razor. I thought, should I leave a narrow strip of hair above my slit, or just shave it clean. I decided on the narrow strip. After all, I could always shave that too if I didn’t like the looks of a jet black landing strip. I adjusted the showerhead so it was directed straight down at the drain, and sat down on the edge of the tub at the far end to begin my transformation. Slowly working my way in from the sides the curly hair began to disappear. It felt rather erotic as my pubic bush shrank and became just the narrow strip of curly black hair above my slit. I decided the remaining strip of hair was still too thick so I grabbed my scissors and trimmed that down somewhat also. I finished showering and wrapped a big fluffy towel around my hair. Stepping out of the shower I dried myself and turned to the mirror to examine the results of my shave. The thick bush of hair had been transformed into an erotic landing strip of wispy black hair that I thought looked rather sexy. It takes forever to dry my long hair, but I knew I had worked too hard and too long to grow it to this length, and no matter what I was going to keep it this length. About the only thing, I had to wear that even remotely approached being sexy was a pair of fairly tight jeans and a white tee. I decided to forgo wearing a bra and had to settle for a pair of sneakers to start with. As I viewed myself in the full-length mirror once again I thought my nipples showed a little too much, but I was in New York City and figured I’d fit in fairly well. But something was missing, something to set off my dazzling green eyes and long jet black hair. It finally dawned on me that what was missing was a tease of color besides my eyes. I need a flashy lip color to set the whole appearance off. Searching through my purse I could only find a pale shade of pink lip-gloss. It wasn’t dark enough but would have to do until I found something darker. Slipping a pair of dark sunglasses into my hair to hold it back I was ready to head out and see what I could do about transforming my wardrobe. As the elevator door opened at the lobby a rather good looking older gentleman was standing directly in front of the door. As I came into his view he smiled widely and said, “Well good morning.” His eyes lowering a bit to gaze at my petite tits and the nipples that showed through the material of my tee. I said, “Good Morning to you.” As I strolled past him, I was happy that he didn’t call me madam, and thought maybe this transformation thing was going to have the desired effect. The doorman smiled widely at me as he performed his duty, his eyes also finding their way to my chest. I was quickly learning that if you got it you should show it since the first two male encounters of my day would have to be considered successful. The doorman asked, “Cab Miss?” My ears rang with the sound of his question. He called me Miss. I smiled widely at him and said, “As a matter of fact I would like a cab, thank you.” He raised his arm and the next available cabbie pulled from the cab pool and glided to a stop directly in front of me. The kind, well-spoken doorman opened the rear door and I slid in. Before he closed the door he said, “Hope to see you later Miss.” He scored even more points by referring to me as Miss a second time. “Where to.” The cabbie asked without even glancing in his rear view mirror. I gave him the address of the clothing shop I had decided to start at and in an instant, we were into the flow of early Saturday morning downtown traffic. I probably could have walked the distance in about fifteen minutes because the cab ride only lasted about six. Gliding to a stop in front of the address I’d given him he said, “Here we are.” I handed him a ten and said keep the change, which only amounted to about a buck and a half. I’d walk the next time I wanted to come back here. Stepping out of the cab I looked at the shop. Their web site made the place seem much larger. One side of the entry to the shop had a long display window while the other was a solid brick wall of the neighboring building. As I walked toward the door I looked at the items on display in the window. Several items on display looked like they came right from the wardrobe department of a “B” horror movie. But a couple of things did catch my eye. I opened the door and a small bell mounted above the door on the jam tinkled my arrival. A young woman, perhaps about twenty years old came from behind the counter. She smiled and said, “Good Morning can I help you find something?” I grinned at her and answered, “Yes, I need a wardrobe makeover.” The sales girl knew she was in for a long morning, but seemed happy to have the company. She said, “Come over this way and let’s get a look at you and see where we should start.” As I approached her she turned me toward a triple set of full-length mirrors. “Let’s see now what do we want to accentuate.” She said. “Long flowing black hair, green eyes, firm breasts, and I’d imagine with the right application of make-up the illusion of high cheekbones.” She said, pointing out my good points. I waited for the list of detractions, which I assumed, would be a lengthy list. “Now, what do we need to lose?” She remarked. She began pointing out, “Sneakers, yuck. The jeans fit to lose, the tee needs to be a bit alsancak escort more revealing I’d think. Some eye makeup and a darker shade of lip-gloss” “That’s it?” I asked. “For starters yes, we’ll go from there.” She added. “I’m Gen.,” I offered since I would be spending some time with her. “Nice to meet you, Gen, I’m Sara,” She responded. “So, Sara where do we start?” I asked. Sara smiled and said, “We start where most men finish Gen with your shoes.” As I slipped off my sneakers Sara said, “We’ve got to lose the white tube socks to Gen!”“I know I was checking your website last night and saw some stockings that I thought might be nice,” I said. Sara fixed me up with a very sexy pair of thigh high stockings with a lace hem at the top. I slipped out of my jeans and tub socks and carefully slid the stockings up my legs. As I smoothed out the top of the hems Sara peeked around the curtain of the dressing room and said, “Oh my god Gen, the white cotton panties have got to fly also.” She handed me a pair of black leather pumps with about a two-inch heel and added, “Give me a minute I’ll be right back. Sara’s hand reappeared around the curtain holding a little back satin thong. I’d never worn a thong but figured Sara knew what she was talking about. Slipping out of my panties I slid the thong up over my stockings and carefully into place. It would take some getting used to having the thin strap of the thong stuck between my ass cheeks, but the satin fabric felt very sensual next to my freshly shaven pubic mound. I pulled my jeans back on and then slipped my feet into the pumps. It’s been a while, actually a long while since I wore shoes with heels and I felt a little wobbly as I walked out of the dressing room and toward the triple mirror to see how I looked. To my amazement just the apparent difference in wearing these pumps was awesome. They made my legs look longer, and seemed to make my jeans fit better. I turned from side to side checking out this first step in my transformation. Sara offered, “That looks a lot better Gen, your legs are longer and you’re standing like a sexy woman instead of a jogger.” I added, “Yes and the thong and stockings feel so sensual against my skin. They actually make me feel sexy.” “That’s what we want Gen. If you feel sexy you will automatically act sexy and appear sexy. Sara commented.“Now let’s work on getting some jeans that fit,” Sara added. Sara walked across the narrow store to the denim section on the far wall. She returned with two pairs of jeans and said, “Try these on for fit Gen.” As I returned to the dressing room I started feeling more confident about walking in the pumps. I slid off my “baggy” jeans as Sara had described them and wiggled my way into a pair of black denim jeans that fit very tightly on my ass. I had to suck in my gut to get them snapped at the waist. As I walked back out to where Sara was standing she said, “Now that’s the ticket, Gen.” I giggled and said, “How do I breathe let alone sit down anywhere Sara?” Sara explained that denim is a lot like leather. The material stretches and forms it’s self to your body just like a new pair shoes form to your feet. “I’ll take your word for it, Sara,” I said. Checking my look in the mirror I have to admit that with a few small changes Sara had completely changed my appearance. The jeans left little to the imagination of the shape of my ass. I looked different, even a little sexy and smiled widely at Sara. She shook her head and said, “I’d sell my soul for an ass like yours Gen.” She added, “Just one more thing Gen.” Reaching behind the counter Sara pulled her own purse from the shelf. She rooted around inside and pulled out a tube of lip-gloss. “Let’s try this,” Sara said. She applied a light coat of gloss to my lips and stood back to admire her work. My reflection in the mirror was astounding. The rich red lip color enhanced my green eyes making them sparkle. Sara played a little with my hair repositioning a few strands from behind to the front of my shoulders. My hair extended down past my nipples and almost acted as a pointer drawing attention to the tiny bumps in my tee. Sara looked me over and said, “Very sexy Gwen. Very sexy indeed.” Over the next hour and a half, Sara and I experimented with all kinds of looks for me. We tried skimpy tops and sexy lace bras. We tried short dresses and even shorter skirts. Everything Sara suggested proved to be flattering to those few outstanding features she had pointed out when I first admitted I needed a fashion makeover. I left carrying two bags full of new clothes and wearing the black denim jeans and pumps we had started with. I set one bag on the curb and started to raise my arm to hail a cab. In an instant, two cabbies were trying to position their vehicles so I could enter. One cabbie jumped out and grabbed both bags. He said, “Let me get these for you Miss” I smiled at him as he placed the bags in the trunk and opened the passenger side rear door for me. “Why thank you, kind sir,” I replied. The cabbie slid into his seat and said, “Where to Miss.” As he adjusted his rearview mirror to get a second look at my hard nipples. In a few minutes, we pulled up in front of my hotel. The doorman saw me and hurried to open the door for me. The cabbie jumped out and lifted my bags from the trunk and set them on the curb. I handed him a ten and thanked him for his kindness. The doorman picked up my shopping bags and as we walked toward the entrance he said, “Been shopping Miss?” I grinned and replied, “Why yes, I found a few things I liked with the help of a good friend.” He handed my bags to the bellboy who the night before looked at me like I was his aunt. The bellboy said, “Checking in Miss?” I chuckled loudly as I informed him that I had checked in the night before and he had carried my suitcase to my room. He offered to carry my shopping bags to my room. I’d assumed it was more so he could continue to stare at my tits and ass then to make my life easier. For whatever reason, I agreed and we entered the elevator together. He smiled and said, “So what besides a shopping trip brings you to Manhattan this weekend Miss.” I said, “I’m going to see an off-Broadway show this afternoon.” “Oh yeah, what show are you going to see?” He asked. “It’s called Taboos,” I responded. “Really,” He remarked, “I’ve seen that show. You’re in for a real treat Miss.” “I’m looking forward to it thanks,” I said. I unlocked the door to my room and the bellboy followed me inside. He placed my bags against the wall just inside the door and stood there for a moment. I assumed he was admiring my new look. “If there’s anything I can do to make your stay more enjoyable please don’t hesitate to call on me.” He said. I smiled at him and said, “I’ll keep that in mind. By the way, what’s your name?” “It’s Jeremy.” He replied. “Nice to meet you, Jeremy, I’m Genevieve,” I said. Jeremy smiled and said, “That’s a beautiful name, Miss.” He certainly scored points with me having called me Miss again. Perhaps I would call on him later to make my stay more enjoyable. I emptied my bags onto the second bed in the room spreading their contents out to display what Sara and I had picked out for me. Three pairs of silk thigh highs, a very short slinky dress, two bras both very lacy one in black another in pink and matching thongs, a glittery top with very short sleeves and fairly low cut in the front, and a second pair of heels these with three-inch spikes. I still wore the black jeans, thong, and thigh high stockings Sara had first handed me. I wasn’t quite convinced that the jeans were going to relax enough to where I felt totally comfortable in them, but I had to admit I looked pretty hot in them. I suppose some compromises would be necessary to make the transformation I was looking for. Glancing at the clock I had an hour before the matinee, and I had a decision to make. Do I wear the black jeans and the white tee, or switch to the glittery top. I decided to stay with the white tee since it contrast so nicely with my new jeans, and I was really enjoying all the turned heads the shirt was causing. I’d forgotten to eat anything yet today so I grabbed my purse and headed out. The early fall afternoon sun was quite warm, but in the shadows of Manhattan skysc****rs, it was cool enough to make my nipples hard. Since I was looking to work on my transformation I walked on the shady side of the street. The theater was only an eight or nine block walk from the hotel so I had time to stop in a small deli for a quick bit to eat. Looking at my reflection in the window glass of the deli before I entered I thought to myself. Genevieve, you’re looking pretty hot. Looks can be deceiving I still had to work on my mindset also. The waiter flirted with me constantly while I ate lunch. He was quite handsome, and he apparently took fashion lessons from Sara since his jeans were so tight they left little to the imagination at the groin. It had been too long since I had enjoyed the feel of a hard cock in my hand, and I wanted to change that also. As the waiter came over to give me my check he handed me a note. It read, “I’m Billy, give me a call sometime and we can party, 301-698-2587.” I smiled at him and said, “Thanks Billy, I’m Genevieve. Next time I’m in New York I may just do that.” The remaining walk to the theater was fairly uneventful. But I did notice quite a few heads turning as I walked by. Approaching the marquee I read the full title of the play I had a ticket for. “Taboos and other sins of the flesh” This sounded rather interesting. A small sign posted on the ticket booth read must be 18 to enter. Handing my ticket to the woman at the door I entered a rather dimly lit foyer of what looked like an old movie theater. The slight incline toward a second set of doors confirmed that thought. A musty odor filled my nostrils. The theater wasn’t that large, the only seats that remained were the first three rows from the stage. The musty odor was even stronger inside. As I walked toward the front of the theater I noticed the only thing on stage was a large bed. An old style bed with metal posts at the corners topped with fake brass balls. I single spotlight shined from above the bed. The front row was already filled, so I took a seat in the second row three seats in from the aisle. Inaudible voices could be heard from backstage. I glanced at my cell to check the time. It was 2:55 PM. turning the phone off I slid it into my purse on the seat next to me. I few more people came in and sat across the aisle from me. One of the couples was giggling and acting nothing like I’d expect a proper theatergoer to act. Just before three o’clock a lone male came down the aisle and sat in the first seat one seat away from me. I didn’t acknowledge his presence nor did he acknowledge mine. At exactly 3:00 PM some rather eclectic music started playing on a sound system grossly underpowered for the size of the room. A moment later the bright white spotlight changed to a deeper blue color, and a woman wearing a long white robe appeared from stage right. Her short blonde hair took on a bluish tint as she walked into the spotlight and stopped at the foot of the bed at center stage. How strange an opening I thought. I started to get a weird feeling about this show. The woman didn’t speak a word as she slowly lifted her face toward the blue light. Her fingers slid up to the knot holding her robe closed and she pulled the end. The robe fell open in front exposing her pointed breasts. She slowly moved her hands up and slid the robe from her shoulders allowing it to drop to the stage floor behind her. That weird feeling was growing large in the pit of my stomach as she crawled onto the bed stopping in the middle on all fours. The sound of a microphone being turned on could be heard on the sound system and a soft female voice said, “Taboo one, Interracial Sex.” As the microphone clicked off a very large black male appeared from stage left. He was completely naked and his fully erect black cock stood out straight from his groin. It swayed back and forth as he slowly approached the bed. This huge specimen of African American manhood walked between the bed and the audience turning to face us when he reached the middle of the bed. His cock had to be a full 12 inches long, and very thick. He slowly slid one hand to his erection and turned to mount the bed behind the blonde who was absolutely frozen in all four position she had assumed when she crawled upon the bed. I realized this off-Broadway show was nothing more than a live sex act. My heartbeat quickened as this man’s erection touched the vulva of the woman. I watched intently as the full length of his cock disappeared into her waiting pussy. She moaned deeply as it filled her. His hands slid up to grab her hips and pull her back toward his invading cock as he began thrusting himself into her. Over and over he slammed his black cock into her pulling her hips toward him with each thrust. I was shocked at how hard he fucked her. But my eyes were glued to the scene unfolding in front of me. The woman being fucked never moved never uttered a sound. It was almost as if she was a stage prop for this incredible black stud. Shimmering streams of sweat began running down his body. He lifted his face toward the blue light and began pounding his cock into her faster and faster. I was drawn to watch only his huge black cock as it disappeared into her only to reappear shimmering with the juices of her pussy. His motions never let on that he was about to cum. He just withdrew and pressed his cock against her ass pointing it straight up. I gasped as the first thick blast of cum shot from it appearing like a blue stream from a sexual fountain. It looked as if it traveled through the air above her back in slow motion. The first shot splashed down onto her back just as the second shot from him. This stream of bluish cum shot across her back and into her hair. His cock was a fountain of cum, and before he’d finished she was covered from shoulder to waist with his sperm. I was mesmerized by the sight before me. I’d never watched two other people fuck before. I’d never seen a larger cock or one that could produce the amount of sperm his had just deposited on this blonde’s naked back. As the blue spotlight began to fade to black one person in the audience started to clap. The rest of us were still too stunned to move. In the darkness of the room, I could see the two actors, if you could call that acting, slide off the bed and slip between the curtains behind the bed. Just as the material closed a dim red spotlight began to illuminate the bed. The microphone clicked on again and the same female voice said “Taboo two, Oral i****t.” The red spotlight grew in intensity as a young looking boyish figure entered from stage right. He wore only a pair of white jockey shorts. His body had the look of a young teenager. As he approached the bottom of the bed he turned to sit on the edge. He had just sat down when a mature looking woman with long hair walked slowly toward him from stage right. She stopped standing directly in front of him. Slowly she knelt down onto the white robe the earlier blonde woman had dropped on stage. Her hands moved up to the elastic waistband of his jockey shorts and slowly peeled them from his hips and down to his ankles. Neither of them acknowledged the audience’s presence. The woman lowered her mouth toward his groin as her hand lifted his cock to her lips. Just as her tongue extended toward the head a small white spotlight lit illuminating her face and his cock. As the woman began licking the tip the young man spoke his only line. “Yes mommy,” he said. As she began sucking him that boyish looking cock started growing into a man-sized mouth stuffing member. Her shimmering lips surrounded the head and she pressed down taking more and more of him in her oral cavity. Her mouth, tongue, and lips worked on him intensely. Licking the shaft, biting the head, sucking him deep inside her. His cock swelled and arteries were clearly visible along the shaft. I couldn’t take my eyes off this incredible oral sex show. I studied her technique, watching intently as she sucked his cock. I wanted to see him cum, to see him explode. She began stroking his member with her hand as she sucked harder on just the head. She was quickly bringing him to orgasm and I stared not wanting to blink and miss that first stream of sticky cum shot from his cock. His hips tensed and she squeezed harder with her hand holding him back building the pressure of his boiling cum inside his rock hard shaft. She moved her head back and released her death grip on his cock. Instantly he exploded sending a stream of thick white sperm toward her waiting lips, tongue, and face. She opened her mouth to accept the second third and fourth shot of his seed. Her mouth moved toward the head and as it slipped between her lips a flood of cum spilled from her oral cavity and slid down his shaft. She licked around the head and down the shaft to collect the pool of sticky cum from his pubic hair and scrotum. As she cleaned him with her mouth the lights faded to black. I sat there in the darkness breathing heavily, my nipples were hard as rocks and I felt a moist sensation in my crotch. I glanced to my left at the man who was seated two seats from me. His hand was at his crotch, holding his erect cock and slowly stroking it. I thought to myself, I should leave, or at least move to another seat before this got out of control. But I was glued to the chair in anticipation of the next Taboo about to unfold before me. The dim light did little to hide the movement of several people on stage as they prepared to perform the next act of this incredible show. Before any lights came on, the escort alsancak microphone clicked on. “Taboo three, Bondage.” This time yellow spotlight illuminated the bed. One from stage right the other from stage left. They revealed a slender woman strapped to the four posts with leather straps. A single black scarf was tied across her eyes. Her shoulder length hair laid spread around her head. An equally slim male appeared from the opening in the curtains behind the bed. He was completely naked, his limp cock hung down in front of two massive balls. His member and balls swung side to side as he walked to the edge of the bed. Mounting the bed he straddled her at the chest and laid the head of his cock on her chin. Her lips parted as he reached down on either side of her head and pulled her mouth toward him with handfuls of hair. His cock slid into her open mouth. Pressing forward until his balls came to rest against her chin. He didn’t move his hips, he just pulled her head over his cock with his hands. I was completely turned on by this image. She was his to use and he was about to use her for our visual pleasure. The moisture in my crotch had become a wet slippery mess inside my pussy and I thought of slipping my hand inside my jeans to finger myself. Glancing to my left the man seated near me was stroking his now fully erect cock slowly as he intently watched the scene unfolding on stage. I slid my hands to my waist and unbuttoned my tight jeans. My hand slipped inside and behind the satin material of my thong. On stage, the swollen cock that was invading her mouth had grown to a full-blown erection and its length caused a visible bulge in her throat as he pulled her head toward him. I couldn’t believe she wasn’t gagging as it stuffed her throat. He withdrew it finally and I heard her gasp for air. He turned around and slowly lowered his face toward her crotch. Extending his tongue he slid it over her clit and between the lips of her cleanly shaved pussy. She couldn’t move, her bonds holding her tightly in place for his use and our pleasure. Lifting his hips his cock swung up and was pointed directly at her mouth. As his mouth moved over her pussy and his tongue slipped inside, he lowered his hips pressing his manhood between her lips. She opened wide accepting his length and swelling girth. Slowly it disappeared into her mouth. Inch after inch deeper and deeper he sank into her throat. He was tongue fucking her at the same time he fucked her throat. My fingers were now feverishly working on the hard nub of my own clitoris and my breath started coming in short gasps. An unfamiliar hand touched my thigh. I jumped as I looked down. The man next to me had reached over to touch me. I wanted to run from him but I was held motionless by the scene unfolding on stage. I put my hand on his to push it away, but he grabbed it and pulled me toward his crotch. I resisted, but he held my hand firmly until it came to rest on the throbbing head of his cock. It felt so hot touching my palm. It felt so hard pressing up into my soft hand. His strong hand held mine in place. Slowly he moved my hand down across the head. As my fingers circled the swollen gland at the base of his cock head slipped into my palm. It was throbbing, twitching. I moved my hand slowly down the length of his erection. Feeling my hand move on its own he released his grip on it. I could have pulled away, but I wanted to feel his cock in my hand. I wanted this nameless stranger’s cock to throb and twitch in my soft hand. I hadn’t taken my eyes off the scene on stage, the man finally withdrew his cock from her throat letting her fill her lungs with life-sustaining oxygen. He moved between her bound legs and inserted his cock between her lips and with one mighty thrust buried himself inside his sex slave. He began fucking her at a feverish pace. Thrusting into her causing her body to buck against the straps that held her firmly in place. Freeing the hand that had pulled me to his cock the stranger next to me moved his hand to the top of my jeans. I felt his strong fingers slide down under the material covering my pussy. His middle finger slid over my erect clit while the two fingers on either side slid along the lips of my soaking wet slit. Once the base of his finger was at my clit he curled his middle finger between my lips and entered me. My hand slowly stroked his hard cock. I let my fingers linger around the head and gland eliciting a soft moan from his throat. This nameless cock felt so good in my hand. I squeezed the shaft pulling the skin taught above at the head. He moaned again. My hand continued sliding up and down on his swelling cock as he fingered my soaking wet pussy with his strong middle finger. I moaned as I felt the tingling deep in my loins begin. He would make me cum, he would take me to the peak of pleasure with his strong finger. My orgasm built quickly, the tingling replaced with a burning sensation to flood his hand with my juices. My hand moved faster and faster on his throbbing erection. I felt it swell to enormous size as his orgasm approached. My own orgasm came over me with such intensity. My pussy oozed fluids all over his fingers. His cock twitched and my hand felt the warmth of his sperm. I moved my palm over the head to let him shoot his cum against it. The cum dripped from my hand and ran down the length of his cock. I moved my hand down to stroke his now cum covered cock and give him the same pleasure he was giving me. On stage, the bound woman was bucking uncontrollably as she came with an intensity matching my own orgasm. Her master tensed his muscles as he began to cum, shooting his hot cum deep inside her pussy. He fucked her hard and fast as he deposited his seed into her finally collapsing on top of her as the lights faded to black. My sticky hand continued massaging the nameless cock until it began to soften. His soaking wet fingers slipped from my pussy and out of my jeans. I lifted my wet hand to my nostrils and inhaled the scent of his cum. It smelled much like the smell of the salty ocean, musty like the foyer of the theater we were sitting in. I wanted to taste him, but my mind told me don’t go there. This nameless cock beside you may have some horrible disease to spread. My mind told me to wipe him from my hand and leave as quickly as possible. My mind won out. I reached for a tissue in my purse wiped his seed from my hand and dropped it to the floor. I stood and walked away from him. Wanting to get away as quickly as I could. The scenes on stage had turned me into a wanton woman and I’d give in to my desires with a total stranger. As I walked toward the back of the theater I heard the microphone click on once again. “Final Taboo, Anal Sex.” I stopped in my tracks. I’d written about anal sex without knowledge of what it even looked like. Without ever seeing images of someone performing anal sex. As I turned the white spotlight again illuminated the bed on stage. The mature woman who had earlier performed oral sex on that young looking actor was now onstage naked and kneeling on the bottom edge of the bed. She was holding a tube of lubricant above her ass and squeezed an ample amount onto her ass and between the cheeks. She massaged the oil into her anus preparing it for what I knew was about to happen. I gasped as the black man who had appeared in the first Taboo scene walked on stage. His huge black cock standing firmly at attention from his groin. He positioned himself behind her and pressed the head of his mass into her ass. She screamed in pain as he plunged his cock deep into her. Her screaming continued as I turned and ran the remaining steps to the exit of this place. Pushing the door open I stepped onto the sidewalk outside. My breath was still coming in short gasps. I froze in my steps, part of me wanted to go back inside and watch the invasion I knew was underway. The other part of me wanted to run and hide from the feelings of lust I was having. Had I taken my own transformation too far too fast, unknowingly transformed myself into a wanton woman, consumed by a lust for sex? Only time would tell which path I’d follow. I walked the nine blocks to my hotel looking only at the sidewalk as it passed under my feet. I didn’t want to make eye contact with another soul, fearing they would sense the guilt I was feeling for my actions earlier. Fearing they could sense the lust I was feeling in my soul. A lust for sex, hot shameless sex. My mind raced as I approached the door to my hotel. I avoided eye contact with the doorman even as he greeted me with a friendly “Evening Miss.” I laughed to myself. Earlier today I had relished hearing a man call me Miss, now all I wanted was to get to my room to be alone with my guilt, my thoughts, and my lust. The door clicked closed and I leaned back against it finally feeling safe from the world around me. I needed to wash the remains of my wanton experience from me. Cleanse my body at least of the musty smell of Taboos. My mind would be something much harder to cleanse but I wasn’t sure I wanted to cleanse my mind. Stripping out of my jeans and tee I stood looking at myself in the bathroom mirror. My thong still showed the evidence of the nameless fingers that had brought me to this state. I stripped it off and threw it in the wastebasket. Hot water and soap would cleanse my body, refresh my scent and hopefully wash my guilt down the drain with the smells of my matinee of lust. I stood in the shower for a very long time, thinking about what I wanted. Thinking about this transformation I’d dreamed of for so long. Thinking about how I’d been tricked into watching a shameful sex show disguised as a work of art. Part of me hated that I’d been tricked, another part couldn’t stop thinking about the erotic images I’d watched. I wanted to forget forever that I’d given a total stranger a hand job, but the memory of what that cock felt like in my hand was burned into my mind. I knew I’d want more, I knew I’d want that feeling again. As the hot steamy water relaxed my body my fingers began moving over my body. Pinching my nipples until they were rock hard, rubbing my clit until it swelled and tingled under my touch. My lust began to take control of my mind once more. I had to have a man inside me, I had to feel his cock in my soft hand. I had to taste his manhood between my lips and on my tongue. But what man, Jeremy the hotel bellboy? No to young and immature. In an instant, I remembered Billy the waiter at the deli I’d eaten at. He was dark, handsome and had the bulge in his pants that I lusted for. I dried myself quickly and searched my jeans for his note. A crumpled piece of paper was crushed flat in the hip pocket. I unfolded it and with trembling fingers dialed the number he’d written there. “Hello?” Billy said. My hand trembled as I held the phone to my ear. I couldn’t speak. “Hello is someone there?” Billy asked again. I weakly replied, “Billy?” “Yes, this is Billy.” He answered. “Who is this?” He asked sounding a little perturbed. Mustering all the courage I could, I said, “It’s Genevieve, Billy. You gave me your number today at the deli.” “Oh yes Genevieve, I remember. Are you ok?” He asked. His voice had a friendly compassionate tone to it and I began to feel relaxed about talking to someone I’d just barely met earlier in the day. “Yes, I’m fine,” I said. “That’s good Genevieve, so what can I do for you?” He asked. I thought for a moment, this was where I would either let my transformation move forward or regress to the boring state of my existence in Boston. I took a deep breath and decided to move forward. “Well, to be honest with you. I’m alone in my hotel room and horny as hell. I’d like you to come over and we could party.” I said, completely surprised by my statement. I heard Billy whisper under his breath, “sweet” And then he said, “I’d be happy to Genevieve. I just got off work. Give me an hour or so to get a shower and change.” I gave him the hotel and room number and said, “See you in an hour then baby.” As I hung up the anticipation of what I’d just set in motion excited me so much. I was about to live out a fantasy I’d written of often in my erotic stories. A stranger was coming to my hotel room to have sex with me. Someone I’d only met a few hours earlier was coming to fuck me silly. I didn’t care that I didn’t know his last name, I didn’t care if he was involved with someone else. All I cared about was the huge bulge in his jeans and the satisfaction I knew that bulge held for me. I wanted no doubts in Billy’s mind about what would happen when he arrived. Looking at my purchases from earlier in the day I choose the pink bra and thong a pair of black silk thigh high stockings and the three-inch heels. I brushed out my still wet hair. Long straight and very silky. I applied a coat of red lipstick Sara had given me, and a little eye shadow to highlight my green eyes. Looking at myself in the mirror I was happy with the reflection I saw. I spend the next thirty minutes practicing walking in three-inch heels and admiring my sexuality in the full-length mirror. I pulled a chair over in front of the mirror and studied how I looked when I sat and crossed my legs. How I could expose myself to him when I uncrossed them. I laughed at myself for needing to practice the seduction I was planning. As the minutes passed and the time of his arrival approached I started feeling somewhat nervous. Sixty-five, seventy, seventy-five minutes passed. Was he not going to show, would I be stood up on this first experience I’d planned as a transformed woman. A light knock on my door told me I wouldn’t. I walked to the door and looked through the peek hole. Billy’s face was there, smiling in anticipation of my opening the door. I slowly opened it and his eyes nearly popped. Ushering him inside I closed and locked the door. I smiled at him and said, “Call me Gen please.” “Gen it is baby.” Was his reply. “You look hot Gen,” Billy said. I smiled at him and walked slowly past him toward the open curtains of the room. His eyes followed me taking in every curve, every movement. “Wow what a great ass. I knew you had a great ass just by the way it looked in those jeans today Gen.” “So you like my body?” I asked. “Like it Gen, I can’t wait to get my hands on it!” He said excitedly. I was getting into this seduction thing and wanted to explore it more. I wanted to see if I could arouse a man with my looks and words. I sat down in the lounge chair and slowly crossed my legs. Billy smiled and said, “I’m glad we are going to take our time, I love watching a woman seduce me.” His words excited me and spurred me on. “So you want to touch my body?” I asked. “Oh yeah!” He replied. “Tell me where you want to touch me?” I teased him. “Everywhere,” Billy said. “Do you want me to touch you?” I asked. “Absolutely!” Billy said. He was getting into this and I could see the bulge in his jeans begin to stiffen. I continued to question him, “Do you like my long black hair baby?” Before he could answer I flipped my hair around my head and let it cascade down over one shoulder and breast. “Would you like me to wrap your cock with my long hair?” I continued. “Oh fuckin yes!” He exclaimed. “And what about my red lips?” I said. “What would you like me to do with these sweet red lips?” Billy’s cock was growing harder by the second. His eyes widened as I asked him what he wanted me to do with my red lips. He said, “I want those sweet red lips wrapped around this!” He quickly unzipped his jeans and reached inside pulling his hard cock out. It was beautiful, long hard and throbbing. I gave in to my lust. Uncrossing my legs I slid down on all fours and let my hair fall around my head. I crawled the short distance from where I had been sitting to where he was standing. My hair hid my face from his view. I looked straight down at the floor as I crawled slowly toward him. When his shoes came into view, I started to straighten up and flipped my hair back over my head. His throbbing cock was directly in front of my face. Billy said, “My god Gen you’re so fucking sexy.” I smiled at him and watched his hand stroke the engorged prick sticking from his pants. The veins along the shaft stood out giving it an almost monster-like appearance. I slid my fingers along the front of his thighs. Up to the button that held the waist of his pants around his hips. He moaned as I hooked two fingers inside the waistband and slowly began sliding his jeans down. I wanted this monster in my mouth. I wanted to feel it throb against my tongue. Billy’s eyes were fixed on my face. The anticipation of what he knew was about to happen was driving him insane. I wanted that insanity to intensify. “Do you want me to suck your monster cock?” I asked. He only shook his head yes. “Do you want me to lick the shaft?” I asked. His head shook yes once again. I continued my questions, “Do you want me to take your balls in my mouth and suck them?” “Yes, I want it all!” He squealed. I teased him with another question, “Do you want me to lick around the head?” He’d had enough of my teasing, and my questions. “What I want is for you to stop talking, and start sucking!” Billy pleaded. I smiled and moved my mouth toward the tip of his pulsating cock. It had been years since I last sucked cock and I wanted to take it slowly. My tongue darted out toward the tip. His hand stopped as he guided his erect cock toward my tongue. As the tip of my tongue came into contact with the tip of his cock he moaned deeply. I parted my lips more and let his cock slid along my tongue and into my mouth. I groaned at the feel of his cock slipping past my lips. I slid my hand to the shaft and lifted it to lick along the length. Reaching his balls I licked around them and then back up. My green alsancak escort bayan shimmering eyes fixed on his face. He looked down at me with such a lustful look. “Such sexy eyes,” Billy remarked. I moaned around his manhood, letting my hot breath escape around the shaft. I loved the feel of it, the taste of it. I loved the way my mouth made it throb! Letting his cock slip from my oral grasp I whispered to him, “It’s so hard, I love how hard your cock is inside my mouth.” Taking him between my lips again I sucked harder on the head, running my tongue across the sensitive spot under the head. Billy squealed with delight. He had turned me into a quivering mass of lust with only a few moments of blissful oral sex.Pulling himself from my oral cavity Billy lifted me to my feet. I moved to kiss his lips but he moved his head to the side. “My turn!” He said. “Lay down on the bed.” Taking a step backward my legs touched the bottom of the bed and I slowly obeyed his command. He pulled a chair to the foot of the bed and sat down. His eyes studied my body. “Spread your hair out.” He said. I lifted my head and pulled my hair fanning it around my head on the bed. “You’ll do exactly what I tell you to do without a moment hesitation!” He demanded. I smiled and shook my head yes excited to hear his next command. “Run your hands up along your thighs,” Billy said. “Slower!” He barked. My hands followed his directions until they reached the top of my stockings. “Keep moving them up slowly,” Billy said. “Up to your thong.” He said, his words directing my hands.“Use your nails to tickle your belly.” Was his next instruction. My nails traced across my stomach causing the muscles to quiver. “Slowly slide your hands up and cup your tits.” He demanded. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself,” Billy admitted.My hands moved up to my tits and slid across my hard nipples. I moaned as the pressure of my hands pleased the nubs under my bra. Billy said, “Pull the material off your tits.” I’d written stories of voyeurism and was now living out one of those fantasies with Billy. His eyes grew wider as my fingers pulled the pink lacy material exposing my breasts and succulent hard nipples. “Roll your nipples between your fingers,” Billy whispered. My thumbs and index fingers followed his command instantly. “Pinch them harder.” He said. His command was followed and my nipples tingled under the pressure of my fingers. “Lift your head and lick one with the tip of your tongue,” Billy demanded. I lifted my head and as my tongue darted toward the erect nipple I looked at him. He was wide-eyed and looking very excited. His hand slowly stroked his rock hard cock. My tongue circled the swollen nub at the tip of my tit. It glistened with the saliva I deposited there with my tongue. Around and around I licked sending circles of pleasure spreading outward from my nipple. “Now do the other!” Billy pleaded. My tongue performed the same oral technique on the opposite nipple, soaking it with my spit. My nipples were harder than rock, and tingling intensely. As I licked myself I never lost eye contact with the voyeur seated in front of me. I wanted him to command me to spread my legs so he would smell the moisture his commands were drawing out of me. “Slowly slide your hands down to your thong,” He instructed. I followed his instruction instantly wanting to touch myself for him. “Slide your fingers under the material!” He whispered as my hands neared the top of my thong. He continued his direction, “Rub your clit with the middle finger.” My middle finger slid over my clit. I gasped as my finger made first contact with the nub of my clitoris. Billy leaned forward as he demanded, “Now use your other hand to pull the material aside so I can see what you’re rubbing!” I followed his instruction instantly. Billy’s breathing became short as my hard clit and glistening pussy lips came into his view. “Now slip your finger between the lips and spread them for me to see.” He said hoarsely. My middle finger parted the wet lips of my womanhood. Billy gasped as my lips parted and slid along the sides of my delicate finger. I wanted to slip it inside, I wanted his next demand to push your finger inside. Reading my mind Billy said, “Stick your finger inside.” I curled my finger and slipped it between my lips entering my tight pussy. Only my clenched lips kept him from hearing the low moan that came from my throat. “Spread your thighs wide open now!” He commanded. I moved my thighs wide open, causing my pussy to spread even more under his lustful gaze. “Now fuck yourself with that finger.” He demanded. I drove my finger deep inside and began doing as he demanded, fucking my hot steamy pussy with my finger. “Use two fingers.” He said. My index finger joined my middle finger deep inside my pussy and I began fingering myself hard. Rubbing my nails against my g-spot. “Now Gen, answer me when I ask you a question.” He said. “Does that feel good baby?” He asked. “Oh, it feels so good!” I replied. “Do you finger yourself like this often?” “Almost every night,” I admitted. He smiled before he said, “Does having me watch you excited you?” “Incredibly I’ve never been hotter,” I replied. He asked, “Do you want me to take my clothes off?” “Oh god yes, please, I want to see your body.” I pleaded. Billy stood up, his rock hard cock standing straight out from his loins. It was throbbing and pulsating in his hand. I wanted that cock inside me. Billy slowly peeled his shirt up over his head. His washboard stomach was as hard as his cock. His hairless chest was as muscular as his stomach. Tossing his shirt to the floor Billy stood naked before me. My eyes explored his body, the veins along the length of his cock stood out thick and pulsating. He looked at me as my body invited his touch. But Billy stood his ground, stroking his manhood slowly enticing me, building the anticipation of what I craved. “Do you want this hard cock?” He asked. In an instant, I replied, “Fuck yes I want that cock!” “Tell me where you want it?” Billy said. “I want it buried deep in my pussy,” I said hoarsely.He continued his verbal teasing, “So you want my cock buried inside you? Do you want me to fuck you hard?” “Hard and fast!” I pleaded. “Take your thong off,” He instructed me. “Slowly slide it down your legs and over your shoes. Let me see that sweet little pussy you want me to fuck so much.” Billy said. My hands followed his command and I slowly peeled the satin thong along my shapely legs. As it neared my shoes he said, “Now baby spread your legs for me and show me that wet pussy you want me to fuck so bad.” I spread my thighs revealing my soaking wet pussy to his intense gaze. “Finger yourself,” He demanded.I obeyed him instantly my long delicate fingers entered my pussy as I began fingering myself. I wanted his cock but I wanted to please him more.As I worked my fingers at an ever-increasing frenzied pace his eyes watched intensely. “Are you going to cum for me?” He asked.I responded, “Do you want me to cum for you?” “Yes, I want to watch your pussy flood with juices as you make yourself cum.” He replied. His words encouraged me on. My fingers moved faster and faster as I brought myself to yet another self-induced orgasm. The tingling deep inside my pussy began spreading over my entire body as I approached my orgasm. “I’m about to cum.” I whispered hoarsely “Watch my pussy flood for you!” His wide-eyed gaze was glued to my pussy as I came. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” I screamed as my orgasm built My pussy flooded with moisture, causing my fingers to make splashing sounds as I continued my finger fuck. My orgasm was heightened by the fact that this incredible sexy voyeur was standing there watching me. His hand moving along the cock that I craved so much. As my orgasm began to subside I now made the demands. “Now fuck me,” I screamed. “Fuck me hard and fast with your big cock!” He didn’t say a word as he moved to the bed. Crawling between my spread thighs and over my body. My hand slid between us and I grasped his erection. He moaned loudly when I touched it, guiding it to the dripping wet opening of my pussy. His hips thrust forward and in an instant, I was filled with the throbbing length of his cock. “YES!” I screamed as his thick manhood stretched me open wide. It felt so good being completely filled. His twitching cock elicited a deep throaty moan from my throat. “Fuck me!” I begged him. Slowly Billy began moving, withdrawing until just the swollen head was inside my dripping wet pussy. He teased me saying, “Do you want it again?” I answered him by hooking my heels behind his waist and pulling him down and deep into me once again. Billy smiled down at me and lustfully said, “I’ll take that as a yes.” Our bodies began a slow rhythmic fucking motion. He thrust into me as I pulled his hips toward me with my heels. I moved my hands to his shoulders and clawed his chest with my sharp nails leaving long red lines down toward his nipples. Billy moaned deeply as my nails clawed at his flesh, causing him to fuck me harder. “Your so wet and so fucking tigh.” Billy cried. He lowered his mouth to my tits and licked at my hard erect nipples. Biting at them between long sensual licks with his tongue. Lifting his mouth from my tits he moved it to cover my mouth. I groaned as his tongue pressed deep into my mouth searching out my own tongue. Billy fucked my pussy with his rock hard pulsating cock and my mouth with his thrashing tongue. Our fucking took on a splashing sound as my juices flowed bathing his already soaked cock. I wanted to cum! I needed to cum! I had to have him flood my pussy with his sticky hot cum. Pulling my mouth from his I screamed, “Yes that’s it fuck me, hard.” He lowered his strong arms to my legs and lifted them so he could thrust deeper inside me. The throbbing head of his cock slammed into my cervix and rubbed against my g-spot. I moaned and groaned over and over as his fucking drove me on toward what I craved most. An orgasm that for once was not self-induced. I encouraged him by saying, “Fuck me, fuck me till I cum all over that incredible cock!” My dripping wet pussy went from throbbing to tingling in an instant as the orgasm I craved most came over me faster than I could imagine possible. “GOD I’m cumming,” I screamed. My hands went to his back and I dug my nails into the sweaty flesh as he pounded into me. Intense waves of sexual pleasure washed over me as my orgasm built to a feverish peak. My pussy exploded in a title wave of juices, bathing him in the hot fluids of my orgasm. The searing heat of my orgasmic juices pulled Billy over the summit of sexual pleasures and his whole body tensed as he approached his own climax. “Awwwwwwww,” he groaned He slammed into my flooded pussy as his cock swelled. In an instant, I felt the gush of cum shoot from him deep inside me. Clinging to him as we came together, my hips bucking wildly up into him as he fucked me harder. His cum mixed with mine own flow of pussy juice. Our combined flow ran from me as he continued thrusting deep into me. “God that feels so good,” I said. It had been so long since I felt a man drain himself inside my pussy. I craved the feel of his hot sticky cum coating the walls of my tight pussy. “It’s so fucking tight. I could fuck you all night.” Billy said as he collapsed down on top of me completely drained of cum. His cock still buried deep inside me soaked in our juices. His lips moved to mine and he kissed me roughly on the mouth. His tongue driving into my oral cavity with as much force as his rock hard cock had filled me a moment before. I moved my legs from behind his waist and he slid off to my side. His cock slipped from me leaving a trail of cum across my silk covered thigh. We were both spent sexually, but I wanted more of his incredible man. I wanted to feel his cock swell again. As Billy lay there flat on his back with his soaked cock flipped up against his abdomen as I leaned up on one elbow and slid my hand to it. Slowly I stroked it coating my palm with the fluids from his shaft. “Hmmmmm.” He moaned as my hand slid up and down on the thick shaft. Billy looked at me with a lustful gaze then slid one hand up behind my head. He slowly guided my face toward his cock. “Suck it, make me hard so I can fuck you again.” He said almost demanding. “Ahhhhh, yes!” I exclaimed as my mouth neared the head. My hand slid up from the base of his cock collecting the moist coating with my index finger. As my finger slid over the corona of his swollen cock head I collected those fluids with the tip of my tongue. Billy groaned as my tongue circled the sensitive corona, licking our sex from him. It tasted incredible. The mixture of my juice and his cum was sweet and salty at the same time. I used my coated tongue to lick around the head cleaning him of every drop of that incredible nectar. I slowly stroked downward on the shaft as my mouth followed my hand. His cock’s head slid between my lips and along the length of my tongue. I closed my lips around the shaft and sucked him. Moving back up I let him slip from my mouth and kiss along the shaft down to his balls. The curly hair on his scrotum was matted and I happily licked what moisture my tongue found there. Kissing and licking my way back up his cock elicited a deep throaty moan from him. Gathering a handful of my long hair in one hand I wrapped it around the shaft and began massaging it with long slow strokes as my lips and tongue worked over the swelling head of his cock. “God damn, that feels incredible!” Billy exclaimed. “Suck it,” He added. Billy’s cock swelled and was becoming rock hard again. I knew it would be only a few moments before he could again fuck my tight wet pussy. He had taken me to an incredible height of sexual pleasure and I was ready to ride that beautiful cock to those heights again.He pulled my mouth from his cock and said, “You on top this time.” I mounted him in an instant. My delicate hand guiding him once again to the entrance of my steamy fuck tunnel. As the head of his cock pressed against my swollen pussy lips I released my handhold on it and lowered my pussy over him. It slid inside slowly and easily with a squishing sound. The tight tunnel spread to accept every inch of his glorious manhood. “Oh fuck yes,” Billy exclaimed as I buried his length inside me. His hands moved to my tits and he slowly began massaging the fleshy globes and pinching my hard nipples. I reached below his exploring hands and unclasped my bra and slid it off my body. He cupped my tits as I slowly lifted my hips from him only to instantly lower my pussy over his cock again. I slid my hands behind me and pulled my ass and pussy open wider hopping to impale myself deep on his swelling cock. He filled me so perfectly, stretching the tight muscles of my pussy as he began lifting his hips to meet my downward thrusts. God, that feels so fucking good. Your cock is so fucking big!” I said.Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. I leaned down and licked at his face wanting to taste ever fluid his body would offer. Billy was thrusting up into my soaking wet pussy with a faster and faster pace. His hand slid from my tits to my hips and he pushed me down on his cock harder each time I impaled my hot box over his cock. “Yes, fuck me.” He demanded. I wanted his cock to explode inside me once again. I wanted to feel his hot cum coat the walls of my pussy. I fucked his cock like it was a big hard dildo that I stuffed inside my hot tight pussy. Billy moaned over and over as my slippery pussy slid up and down on his rock hard shaft. The head rubbed against my g-spot with each thrust down. “What a perfect fuck you are,” Billy said. “I love the way your pussy grabs my dick.” I squeezed my muscles and tightened down on his hard shaft. His eyes closed and he arched his back as my pussy brought him to the brink of orgasm. I rode him like a fucking wild stallion. He screamed, “Yes fucking yes like that I’m going to cum.” His cock swelled and he thrust up off the bed burying himself deep inside as his cock exploded. Hot sticky cum shot out of him filling me. The sensation drove me over the brink and I came along with him. Our bodies bucking against one another. Stream after stream of sticky cum shot into me. My pussy flooded with my own juices and mixed with the seed he was shooting inside me. I rode him hard as my orgasm peaked and my hips twitched involuntarily.“Oh god, YES!” I screamed. My pussy was filled to overflowing with our juices. It ran from me and dribbled down over his hard shaft and onto his balls. Billy went limp as I continued fucking him. He was spent physically. But I wanted more. I wanted his taste in my mouth. Slipping from his body, I moved my mouth to his cock. Licking cum from his shaft and balls. His cock was becoming soft and I could take all of him inside my mouth. His cum tasted salty but sweet at the same time. I coated my lips tongue and face with the mixture from his cock. He moaned over and over as I assaulted his cock with my mouth, licking him clean of our fuck juices. After cleaning him with my mouth, I slipped from the bed and headed for the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet our sex juice ran from me. After cleaning myself I returned to find him dressing. “Where are you going?” I asked. He answered, “I had plans for tonight, I hate to fuck and run but I have to go.” I was not only disappointed that he was leaving, but angry that he felt he could fuck me and run. He didn’t give me much chance to even say good-bye. “Give me a call next time you’re in town and we’ll do it again,” Billy said. “Ok Billy, I will.” I lied knowing we’d never see each other again. He left without saying another word. I started feeling used, but then I realized that I’d asked for that kind of treatment. I’d called him and invited him to fuck me. To use me for his own pleasure and to be honest I’d used him for my own pleasure. It was sex without emotion. Physical pleasure with no connection other than the one between our sex organs. I rationalized that for now, that kind of sex would be just fine.To be continued.

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