What Would the Neighbours Say?!
Meeting Chris was a major turning point for Louise. It was a birth of somebody new and the beginning of a new era. Feeling despair at the casual dates she frequently found herself on, with unadventurous guys (who quite frankly just didn’t cut the mustard), she cautiously began search the internet instead, looking for someone who would fit the bill. She required an individual who shared similar desires, someone who got turned on by excitement, taking risks and having adventures, especially when it came down to the nitty gritty of sex.
In actual fact, he made a very realistic and overtly sexy lady. His efforts were always meticulous, perfection a must and it paid off in the end results.
Louise recalled a late night heart-to-heart she’d had with Chrissie. Louise had sat listening intently to her partner divulging in what would ultimately fulfil her lover sexually and make their sex life truly amazing.
Chris was perfectly happy and comfortable as a man during his day-to-day life; he had no desire to permanently change his assigned gender to become wholly female. Nor did he waddle bow-legged around town ,dressed in some ridiculous outfit, with a face full of stubble and a ropey wig. His alter-ego only made an appearance behind closed doors. What Chris enjoyed most about dressing up and assuming character was the transformation that took place and the freedom to express a different facet to his personality. Privately, he had a real thing for neatly tucking his cock and balls into women’s’ underwear, enjoying the feel of lace, satin or silk against his skin, be it when he was dressed up to the nines or concealed under jeans or work overalls.
Louise embarked on her own personal journey of discovery with Chrissie; learning and growing sexually. She was startled at what she found out along the way…
It transpired that when Chris became Chrissie, Louise underwent a transformation of her own. Along came her macho rugged alter-ego who went by the name ‘Louie’. It took a little getting used to at first but when the penny finally dropped and she got her head around the concept, she dived in willing. This meant major fireworks between them as they ventured further. Louise felt free as a bird when she became Louie, free to go without make-up, to swagger around and let it all hang loose. As Louie, she adapted a rough and ready persona of a testosterone filled red blooded guy….
So, the story truly began one evening, the stage was the suburban house Louise and Chris shared. The play has been discussed and planned for weeks and was set to be something special. It would mark another momentous step forward together into the great unknown…
Louie was already dressed in snugly fitting faded jeans and a tight white vest that emphasised toned neat biceps. The ensemble was topped off with a baseball cap worn low, hair slicked back beneath. A pair of Caterpillar work boots finished off his outfit and Louie admired the reflection that stared back at him from the mirror. A sly smile formed on his lips as he gazed down to his crotch, to the prominent hardness that was visible beneath his jeans. The barely concealed bulge was none other than a beautiful rubber strap-on, that boasted an impressive 9 inches length and a nice thick girth to match. Wearing the strap-on cock made Louie feel every bit the part of a young and virile man and he ran his fingers along it’s denim clad length with pride. The hard rigid shaft instantly stirred up dark desires within as he felt it press against his pubic bone unforgivingly whilst a specially modified rubber pad lay resting a carefully concealed clitoris.
Assuming his full character, Louie jauntily climbed the stairs, two at a time, cursing gruffly as he went. “How much longer are you gonna take, for Christ sake?”
Chrissie’s soft voice called back to him as he neared the bedroom. “I’m almost ready darling. I want to look my very best for you Louie!…”
Louie barged into the master bedroom to find Chrissie tossing her long silky hair around her bare shoulders. This act caused Louie to stand and stare for a long moment. she looked so damn hot, sat there, perched on the bed, with her long platinum blond hair, tanned skin and lean body which was carefully adorned by a silky expensive looking camisole. Chrissie’s legs were encased in black fishnet stockings, her feet fastened into spiked high heels to complete her look. They seemed to go on for miles and Louie imagined them wrapped around his neck for a fleeting moment. All in all, Chrissie was the very image of glamour and femininity.
“Oh yeah, very fuck-able I’d say.” Louie remarked luridly, staring lustfully at Chrissie.
“Stop that…Now, please…. Do I look pretty Louie? be honest…” She enquired in such a demure and genteel manner, desperate for his approval.
“Mmm, like I told you, I’d happily fuck you and gladly ruin that tight little arse of yours too…” Louie hooked his fingers through the belt hoops on his jeans, jutting his hips forward before shifting stance to re-arrange his manhood in a convincingly masculine manner. Strolling closer to Chrissie, he continued to stare blatantly, making no attempt to disguise the animal urges that burned inside, fighting to be set loose. She fluttered her long black eyelashes at him and straightened up her back, which in turn pushed out the realistic breast inserts that padded out her bra. He licked his lips hungrily and reached out to grope a toned bronzed thigh roughly, dragging his hand up and down her leg.
“You certainly look pretty good from here…” Louie muttered, his eyes firmly riveted to Chrissie’s trembling thighs. The silk camisole slip had ridden up and her black lace stocking tops and suspender belt were on show.
“You are asking for a fucking good seeing to, dressed like that my girl.” Louie sneered, all the while feeling his crotch grow damp with arousal. The rubber dildo was ready to burst from his snug fitting jeans, straining to be unleashed. His searching hand then grazed against a firm mass that Chrissie had beneath her camisole. She had not had chance to slide into the matching french knickers before Louie had bulldozed his way into the room and now her silk covered cock twitched violently with the contact of his fingers. It was completely obvious at this point that they both felt the heady and disconcerting lust that pulsed between them.
“Oh Sir!… I’m not that kind of girl!…” Chrissie bleated her innocence but Louie interrupted her brusquely.
“Bullshit!…Your exactly that kind of girl. The kind of girl that’s just crying out to be shown who’s boss, a girl who’s asking to be fucked into the middle of next week…” Louie’s words were menacing and Chrissie’s neat, almost invisible Adam’s apple bobbed up and down in her throat with anxiety. Then she let out a yelp as he manhandled her up onto her feet, grabbing a fistful of tit for good measure and slapping a ripe peachy buttock sharply.
The crude and lascivious nature of Louie’s persona was a real power trip for him and it fuelled his lust to massive proportions. With force he shoved his hand between Chrissie’s thighs with no regard for her feelings or comfort.
“No!…Please, stop it now, don’t do that…” She cried as she feebly tried to bat away his invading hands, fighting against his strong grip in order to twist away from him. Louie however was one step ahead, grabbing her by her arms aggressively.
“Now where the fuck do you think you’re going Missy? Turn off the water works, there’s no point in being a cry baby!….You know it makes sense….” He grunted before cajoling her a little. “I ain’t gonna hurt you….I can tell you want a good fucking….and I’m just the man to give it to you…”
Chrissie was not in the least bit convinced, her eyes wide with naked apprehension at what he had in mind for her. Neither of them had rehearsed exactly what would happen that night. It was now very much improvisation and unscripted, making the whole situation unpredictable and dangerous.
He turned Chrissie around so that she is facing away from him and ushered her closer to the full length mirror. He pressed the solid shaft of the rubber cock against her quivering buttocks, his hands pawing and mauling her round the front as he pulled on Chrissie’s throbbing member, her juicy tits and at the clasps of her suspenders. He shot his head forward, sinking his hot wet mouth down onto the sweet fragrant nape of her neck, leaving wet trails of saliva as he went. Oh Lord was he turned on! He felt like a feral animal; wild, vicious and above all, ravenous for Chrissie’s tight little hole.
“Do you want it? Hmmm? Want it in your arse?… Hard and deep in your arse? Tell me!….” A stream of filthy words spewed from Louie’s mouth, to which Chrissie had no choice but to reply in little high pitched squeals. “Yes! Oh God! Yes I do!…” She responded physically by pushing her sweet round cheeks right back up against him. The couple were ablaze with sexual electricity, unable to resist one another. Chrissie spun back round and lurched forward to kiss Louie who responded instantaneously with fierce and violent kisses of his own. He felt her slick lip gloss she had so carefully applied just minutes earlier, now smeared across his lips and chin. His hidden entrance cried out to be touched, but there were far more pressing and urgent tasks to be carried out.
Louie freed the bobbing beast of a dildo, relieved to be able to re-position it’s imposing thickness. Chrissie gawped with wide eyes and an open mouth the the impressive phallus that stood between them, a bizarre mixture of awe, anticipation and fear etched upon her beautiful face.
“Oh yeah! That’s right darling! I’m going to screw you with every inch of this real man’s cock, stretch you open, nice and wide…But first, you’d better get down there and wrap those slutty red lips around it. Suck it really good for me….”
Pushing her down to her knees, the submissive Chrissie sank down onto the carpet on the bedroom floor, then gazed on as she watched her very own hand grab hold of Louie’s shaft, noting how thick and hard it felt in her manicured hand as she began stroking him obediently.
“Come on, suck it for me, that’s it, I want to feel you fucking me with that filthy little mouth of yours!…” His voice roared down at her.
With tightly stretched lips, she obeyed him once more, struggling and choking on the cock that he shoved in her face. Despite her obvious discomfort, Louie grabbed handfuls of her lush blond hair and began fiercely drilling her mouth. He got a twisted thrill from looking down at her and watching her wretch and choke on him, tears streaming down her cheeks. His rod was soon well coated in wet rivers of Chrissie’s saliva, spat out from her slutty red mouth whilst she gazed upwards at him adoringly.
“Mmm, now wank me off, nice and hard!…” Louie practically barked at her and again she did as she was told, her hand becoming a blur with each pump of her fist, so desperate to please her tormentor. Meanwhile, Louie experienced violent jolts of lust from within his secret pussy, all of which were heightened by the sight of Chrissie as she sucked and tossed him off eagerly. In addition, the rubber clit platform massaged him raw with every movement she made with the strapon cock. Wishing to regain some control, he pulled her back up onto her stiletto heels, determined to fuck her tight pink puckering, before he’d allow his own satisfaction to take over.
“Lie down, on your back…” growled Louie as he pushed the leggy blond back onto the bed. Tearing those delectable pins wide apart, he revealed at last that which he craved the most. Chrissie had carefully shaved and he was swiftly rewarded and greeted by the sight of her balls and her neat tight anus, completely devoid of pubic hair. Their shaved smoothness accentuated the tidy sac and twitching hole perfectly, inviting him to take them for his own and he approved immensely of her attention to detail, knowing she had done it to please and arouse him just as much as she had for vanity.
They hadn’t spent too much time discussing the exact outcome of the night, nor had they completely sussed out what they were comfortable with and where they drew the line sexually. However, now was not the time to enter into such a discussion! There was a wild and debauched atmosphere that seemed to swell between them both, making anything more than possible.
Louie let a large globule of spit fall from his mouth, grinning widely as it landed right on his desired target. Chrissie cried out softly in delight at the sensation of her lover’s saliva as it dribbled into his rectum. Taking hold of the fat rubbery cock between his legs, Louie guided it’s slick wet tip back and forth over Chrissie’s perfect little entry, to which Chrissie pleaded with a desperate shaky voice. “ Ohhhh Louie….. Please take me… Just fuck my arse….”
Chrissie began vigorously stroking at her own rigid dick that had turned a deep shade of purple. Rope-like veins were prominent along it’s shaft and silvery pre-cum pooled at it’s tiny eye. On seeing this, Louie swiped a finger over her cock tip, examining his find curiously before noisily sucking off the spoils with great relish. “Oh my, you taste really sweet….” he murmured hoarsely whilst wedging his bulbous end against her arsehole before forging onwards.
He knew he was taking her Chrissie’s anal virginity and took a little pity on her by generously smearing lube along the beautiful crack he was about to conquer. Chrissie was sobbing and whimpering with both fear and need. Louie felt a powerful lust surge through him as he mercilessly speared her with the entire dildo, ramming deep into her uncharted territory with brute force. Chrissie responded to his angry thrusts with mewling cries and strangled shouts as he fucked her to breaking point.
With Louie’s delicious meat buried deep in her arsehole, she wrapped her fist around her own length and furiously pumped her hand up and down in a frenzy. Chrissie’s hips began to buck wildly off the bed, her screams of pleasure and agony growing ever more frantic.
“Yes! Oh God Chrissie! Fuckin cum for me, cum for me baby!…” Louie all but screamed out to her. By now he was soaked with juices from his hidden pussy, his little secret clit rubbed raw and tender from friction. Yet the sharp sting of pain merely made the sensations more intense and he knew all to well that he’d soon reach his own climax…
He drilled on voraciously. As he fucked Chrissie’s sweet back passage, he grasped her silky ball sac in the palm of his hand whilst moaning all manner of expletives to the blond pinned beneath him, until she could take no more. Her arse muscles clenched tight like a vice and her body spasmed and writhed as she started to cum. Great wet spurts of semen fired from out of her cock, the contents of her balls emptied all over the place, soaking her crumpled silk cami and his jeans, whilst a stream of sperm dribbled it’s way over her crack and onto Louie’s thrusting strap-on. Only when Chrissie’s climax had fully peaked did Louie finally let himself go and he howled loudly with the sheer force with which he came, spilling another load of juices over them both.
God only knows what the neighbours must have thought was going on on the other side of the wall, such were the animalistic noises and the sound of the headboard as it violently battered against the bedroom wall!….
It may well have the couple’s first time, their first fuck as they screwed the brains out of the respective alter-egos. But you’d better believe that this was only the very beginning of their tempestuous journey together into the unknown…….
None the Wiser – Della Gets Defiled
Della had finally had enough. She no longer lived but merely existed. In her late forties, she was far from past her sell by date but she could hardly suppress the panic and despair she felt at the thought that this was it,this is as good as life got.
She’d married young, to a then handsome man called Peter and for a while they’d been happy together, Love’s young dream. Years passed, they had children, the children grew up and moved away and with it went the love and desire from their relationship. It seemed as if over night her husband had lost all virility, turning into an old man before her eyes. She was no spring chicken herself but she had always made the effort, tried to look good. But for what? Peter certainly wasn’t interested anymore. They didn’t even sleep in the same room these days let alone make love. It wasn’t for want of trying on Della’s part. She’d paid for several dirty weekends away for them both (Peter had either cried off blaming work commitments or had fallen asleep after too many drinks in the hotel bar), had spent hundreds on sexy lingerie and outfits to tease him out of his hermit’s cave only to be brushed off and called an attention seeker. When she had suggested they see a therapist together he had flown into a rage and not spoken to her for days after. All these disastrous attempts at rekindling some sort of passion had left Della feeling severely deflated. She felt insanely hurt at first, then the hurt gave way to resentment. She felt unloved, unwanted, like a child who competes for attention only to be ignored or rebuffed.
Della felt like she was withering away, she may as well have turned celibate… Here she was in her sexual prime with no loving or attentive partner with whom to share her passion. Instead she spent hours locked in the bathroom, fucking herself like crazy with one of her growing collection of sex toys. Even this did not subdue her needs, if anything it stirred her up even more. There was another underlying fear she felt; overwhelming urges that threatened to boil over and spill out from her. Dark urges, utterly debauched and dirty, ones that she could never share with Peter. He would blanch every time she so much as tried to kiss him on the lips or grab his hand. He would freak out completely if she were to even hint at the perverse thoughts and desires she harboured.
So she went about her day to day drab existence, trying to block it all out until one day she caught sight of herself in the mirror and she knew it had to change.It was one lonely afternoon, sat at the kitchen table, leafing through the local paper that she happened upon a discreet article in the small ads. She’d thought about calling an Escort agency but knew there was no way she could afford or justify the expense. Seeing the advert jerked her to attention. She had heard rumours, many years ago about a backstreet bar that was little more than a knocking shop where loose people went to pick up. As she read the advert she realised that her heartbeat had sped up at the very thought of going to such a place…a place where the darkest of her sexual needs could be met with no strings attached.
The club was a seedy dive on the outskirts of the city, a place she hoped she would never bump into anyone she knew. Nerves churned her stomach making her want to heave but, taking a deep breath she walked purposefully from where her taxi had dropped her and towards the club’s entrance; a dark dank doorway. The stench of sweat and stale cigarette smoke hit her as she braved a dark corridor, hearing loud music up ahead. “Now or never.” She told herself. She was here to find men. Not just 1 man but a group if she was lucky.
Standing rather conspicuously by the crumby bar, it wasn’t long before a tall, heavy-set man approached her, moving in on her like a predator, sniffing her as he did so. Della flinched, not sure if out of fear or excitement, as his beer saturated breath slapped her in the face. Despite her disgust she could not disguise the familiar pulse emanating from between her thighs. He wasted no time asking what it was she was looking for in such a club. She tells him in hushed tones and he looks at her for the briefest of moments before giving a nod, instructing her to go and wait outside at the back of the club. As he sloped off back into the shadows she turned swiftly on her heel, doing as she was told.
She found her way outside and gratefully stepped into the night air only to be met with another unpleasant odor of piss. Still she edged past upturned beer crates and debris and found a dark wet corner to wait in. The whole time she was battling with her urges and her conscience but before she had chance to back out she heard footsteps approaching her. Out of the shadows came dark figure after dark figure, at least eight men in all. They circled her, fencing her in like a caged animal. Without a word each man unzipped his flies and pulled out a cock, until she was confronted with a wall of dicks all of varying lengths and fatness. A few of them were slapped against her face, pushed into her hair and she could smell their unmistakable musky odours all around her.
“Don’t just look at them, suck them bitch.” Came the brusque order followed by another stinging slap across her cheek. Hesitantly she ventured forward, craning her neck but before she knew it a heavy hand grabbed her hair savagely, jerking her mouth onto one of the many cocks. The man began to fuck her face hard, forcing his member right into the back of her throat making her gag and heave on it. Strings of saliva oozed down his cock and he laughed mirthlessly as he fucked her some more. She was aware of the other men all around her, sensing their hands pumping on their cocks as they watched on. Again her head was pulled and another prick slammed into her face, thicker than the last. It felt like her lips were going to tear as the man crammed his entirety inside. The men were grunting and groaning as they watched and waited their turn to face fuck her mercilessly.
Some of the cocks tasted vile, unwashed and unkempt making her want to throw up but the need to have them violate her was too strong and she went through them all, each time feeling her mouth and throat pounded roughly until she thought she would pass out.
“Yeah that’s it you whore, take it all.” groaned one man, “Deep throat me cunt.” Spat another. Della had no choice. All this time she felt her pussy spilling endless amounts of creamy juice out and over her thighs. Her clit was beyond hard and pleaded for her to touch it. Her hair was wet with sweat and spit and pre-cum, her makeup smeared all over her face.
Then the men eased off and stood in their circle Della on her knees in front of them on the hard stone floor. She couldn’t clearly see their faces in the dark but she could see them wanking their cocks faster now, hear their breathing becoming thick and fast. She could hold back no longer and sank all her fingers deep inside her sopping wet cunt, crying out with pain and pleasure as she did so, fucking herself hard watching the men intently and waiting for their cum.
It wasn’t long before one by one the men began to shoot great streams of hot cum all over her. Grunting above her they wanked and shook their spunk so it rained down soaking her hair, dribbling down her face and front, over her clothes. Feeling the copious jets of milky cum all over her was too much for Della and the force at which she orgasmed caused her to lose her balance and fall back. The men laughed at the stupid whore laying on the floor rolling around in filth and jizz before zipping themselves back up and without any further conversation they left her there returning to their beers.
Although totally defiled Della was utterly sated. Picking herself shakily up from the dirty concrete she did what she could to compose herself and hurriedly left the sleazy hole. She was grateful to catch a cab without having to wait at the curb, now self conscious at her bedraggled appearance. Finally she arrived back home. Quietly unlocking the back door she slipped inside taking care not to make any noise as she did so. Creeping up the stairs and into the bathroom she quickly showered, removing all trace of her cum-hungry slut alter ego. Then she tiptoed across the landing to her room, pausing at the door to the spare room where her husband lay in bed, snoring loudly and completely non-the-wiser.