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I had been at college for almost three weeks when the events I am writing about took place. My name is Karl. I’ve always considered myself a pretty normal guy. I played football in high school, dated a cheerleader, and usually got decent grades in my classes.
Alright, enough about me… let me tell you how my freshman year started.

I was sitting in one of the hang out areas on campus one evening, trying to figure out which of my new teachers would be least upset were I to turn in a paper a few days late. There were a few groups of people lounging around the area, some were studying like me, and others were just chatting. Up to this point I had only made a few friends on campus, and had made it a habit to avoid the looks people gave me when they saw me sitting alone. I was really missing my girlfriend, and decided to call her when I got back to my dorm.

Well, apparently this particular girl didn’t get the message, because she plopped herself down in a seat across from me.

“Hey there, I’m Marla”

A simple hello was all I could manage in reply, mainly because she was gorgeous, and her blouse seemed to have a shortage of buttons.

“Well? Aren’t you going the give me your name?”

“O, yeah, you can call me Karl”

“So how are classes going Karl?”

“Fine I guess. Most of them are still in the introductory stages. Do we share any classes?”

“No, I don’t think so. I would have noticed a cute boy like you”

She let out a little giggle after this last comment, and I couldn’t help but blush in response.

“I noticed you were sitting all alone, and was wondering if you had any plans for the evening?”

I was a little taken aback by her forwardness, and quickly explained that I had a girlfriend. She just laughed and rolled her eyes before replying.

“I’m actually looking for someone to help me with a class assignment. I’m training to be a masseuse, and the teacher told us to practice as much as possible in our spare time. If you have a few minutes… I could show you what I’ve learned?”

As much as I hate to admit it, my brain took almost five seconds to come up with a reply to her very simple question. I was trying to figure out if she was serious, or just looking for someone to sleep with for the night. Eventually I decided that it didn’t matter, I said yes and figured I’d just see how far she took things before deciding to stay or get out.

“Great! My dorm is just around the corner. All my massage stuff is stashed there, come on”

She jumped up and led the way to her room. And to be perfectly honest, at that moment, I would have followed her perfect little ass anywhere it went.

Once we reached her room, she unlocked the door and let us both inside. Once the lights were on I immediately noticed her massage table sitting in an open space near her computer. I quickly realized she must be serious about this massage stuff, because the table was obviously a professional model. It was six feet long and about two feet wide and it seemed that parts of it were adjustable. The top of the table was covered in dark colored leather, and looked very comfortable.

The rest of the dorm room was pretty normal. A couch, a few tables and chairs, TV… All the usual comforts required for late night study sessions.

“You want some water before we get started? My teacher says that a massage releases toxins trapped in the muscles of the body, and a little water is just the thing to flush all that junk away”

I nodded and said that would be great, and she tossed me a bottle of water. I started to think that her offer of a massage might not be anything more than what it seemed, but I kept my guard up.

“Alright Karl, I’m going to slip into something a little more comfortable, and I need you to undress and hop up on the table for me. There are towels on the side table if you’re the modest type”

As she left the room I could tell she was trying not to smile too much, and I began to think she might be a little nervous about this after all.

I quickly stripped off my clothes and lay down on the leather table. All the massages I had ever had started with the back and then moved to the front, so I positioned myself accordingly. The table surface was cool against my skin, but I knew it would warm up in a few minutes. I then realized I had forgotten about the towel completely, but figured it wasn’t worth the effort to go get it from the side table. Besides, I could hear the door to Marla’s bedroom opening.

“Well, well, well. Who would have thought that the shy little freshman I picked up just a minute ago would turn out to be such an exhibitionist! Are you ready for your massage Karl?”

It took me a minute to stop gawking at her appearance, but I finally managed a small nod in her direction. She had changed into a pair of very tight cutoff denim shorts and a loose T-shirt. I wasn’t sure if she was wearing panties, but she was definitely not wearing a bra!

“I hope you don’t mind Karl, but I just can’t stand wearing skirts for very long. Just give me a pair of jeans and I’m happy”

She walked over to the table and gently placed her hands on my shoulders and began to rub lightly in small circles with the tips of her fingers. O God, I was in heaven! She was really good at this.

“You know what the most important part of a good massage is Karl? Being able to completely relax your entire body. Every muscle, every limb, each and every part”

The best I could do was groan my agreement and continue to enjoy her ministrations. This of course brought a giggle from Marla.

I felt Marla squirt some kind of oil onto my back and begin to work it slowly into my skin. After she loosened up my shoulder muscles, she began to knead them and work all the kinks and knots out with her hands. I was impressed with the strength she had in her hands. I never would have guessed a petite five-foot-five girl was this strong! And I found myself wondering what else she could do with her hands?

Once my upper back was sufficiently taken care of, she slid down and began working the muscle groups of my lower back. Using her thumbs, she slid up and down the sides of my spinal column, working the tension out of my back with her attentive fingers.

“You really should have covered up with the towel Karl. It’s hard to concentrate with such a cute little ass like this in my face”

We both laughed at her comment, and I definitely felt a certain part of my anatomy grow a little stiffer.

When Marla finally moved down to my gluteus maximus, I was amazed at how good it felt to have someone massage that part of my body. As her hands kneaded my butt muscles I could only wonder how much of my cock she was able to see. My mental debate was ended when she gently spread my legs away from each other, exposing everything to her sight, as she continued to massage my rear. O well, she would have seen it when I rolled over anyway. Putting my doubts aside I tried to let go of everything and relax like she had suggested.

At one point I was a little concerned by how close her fingers were getting to my rear opening. My kinky mind couldn’t resist imagining her poking an exploratory finger inside my opening, but all she did was gently massage around my sphincter. I had tried several times to convince my girlfriend to try anal sex, but she always told me she wasn’t in the mood.

Reluctantly, it seemed, Marla continued down the backs of my legs, thoroughly massaging my thigh and calf muscles. In my lifetime I had never received a foot massage, and found myself wondering if they would be part of the massage. Marla did not disappoint, in fact she spent what seemed like a very long time on each of them. The foot massage was so relaxing I almost fell asleep.

I don’t know how much time passed during all this, but eventually Marla moved back up to my shoulders and gave them another quick work over.

“O yeah, I can tell you’re a lot more relaxed than when we started, aren’t ya? At the end of a good massage your body should fall asleep, and you seem to be well on your way. Well, little freshman, if you think that was good, then you’re really going to like this part!”

And with that she began to gently run her hands thru my hair, massaging my scalp. Then she rubbed my temples and forehead with her thumbs, massaging away hours of brain numbing study time. I thought I had died and gone to heaven!

I must have drifted off to sleep, because I was woken up by a knock at the door. Thinking I was in my own dorm room I started to get up and answer it, but found I was somehow strapped to a table. Then it all came back to me. The massage with Marla in her room, and the table I was laying on. That still didn’t explain why I couldn’t get up.

My musing was interrupted when Marla walked past me and opened the door. Two girls walked in and greeted Marla like they were old friends. When they saw me on the massage table, they tried to stifle their giggles by putting a hand over their mouth’s, which just made the situation more embarrassing for me.

“O yeah, sorry Karl, these are two of my friends. I’d like you to meet Emily and Kristina. They are both in my class and need someone to practice on tonight”

Even though all three of them were drop dead gorgeous, the fact that I was naked and strapped down to a table motivated my verbal response.

“Why can’t I get up?”

“O, sorry about that, I didn’t want you falling off the table in your sleep” replied Marla

“I’m not asleep now”

“True, but we can’t have you running away now can we?”

This brought peals of laughter from all the girls, and I began to get a little worried. Emily strolled over to me and leaned down close to my ear.

“You know, if you weren’t tied down, a big strong guy like you might take advantage of us little girls! So you just relax and enjoy the sensations”

“Here you go Emily, this should help him focus on just relaxing. Put it on him”

Kristina handed Emily a blindfold, and Emily carefully fitted it around my head. I suppose I should have protested at the loss of my sight, but I was quickly becoming turned on by these three little teases. Besides, not knowing which of these hotties was touching me was very erotic.

A pair of hands softly touched my back, and I again found myself receiving a wonderful back massage. Another pair began stroking my temples and forehead, draining any resistance out of me completely.

After a few minutes like this, two things happened simultaneously. A pair of soft lips began kissing mine, and part of the massage table was removed so that my dick was hanging down under the table. I was again surprised when another pair of hands began to gently stroke my cock. I must admit that I did feel a little guilty at first, but this was amazing! Here I was, with three hotties working over my entire body. The guys were never going to believe this.

“Mmm, I think Karl is really enjoying this! At least this part of him likes what we’re doing” Said Marla as she tugged firmly on my now fully engorged cock.

Emily (who turned out to be the one kissing me) laughed at this and said.

“Well, if he likes that, then he’s really going to enjoy this!”

Emily then began to stick her tongue deep into my mouth as she kissed me passionately. I had never met a girl who used her tongue this much during a kiss, but I was quickly learning to like it. Then Emily pulled away from my mouth and said

“Open your mouth wider so I can kiss you deeper Karl”

Without a second thought, I opened my mouth rather widely to receive what I thought would be another great kiss. Instead of a kiss, I felt her shove something round and metallic into my mouth and position it just behind my front teeth. I immediately tried to spit it out of my mouth, but it must have been connected to some kind of harness, which Emily quickly secured around my head.

I immediately began to try and escape, but Marla must have done a good job of tying my wrists and ankles to the table because I couldn’t budge. The true weight of this situation suddenly hit me, and I realized just how vulnerable I had become. Someone pulled off my blindfold, and after my eyes adjusted, I saw all three of the girls standing in front of me with huge grins on their faces.

“You are the only one here who’s had any fun so far Karl. That doesn’t sound fair, does it?”

I tried to answer her, but the gag in my mouth made my attempt completely unintelligible.

“Now it’s time that we girls got a little action. You won’t mind that will you Karl?”

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They all giggled and began to remove their clothes. They were all very excited, and couldn’t help doing a little strip tease for me, their captive audience.

As the girls got naked, I was captivated by their large breasts. Each of them was well endowed, and I couldn’t help but feel a little tingle in my groin. I was so focused on their tits that I almost missed a very important detail. Standing before me were three beautiful girls, with hot bodies, and… cocks?

My heart almost stopped when I realized what I was seeing. Each of the girls had a very large cock where their pussy should have been. Huge, meaty, hairless, girl-cocks! I knew I was in trouble.

They must have recognized the look in my eye, because they all started laughing again. Kristina was the first to speak.

“I hope you don’t have to be anywhere tonight little boy, because your plans just got changed!”

“Yeah” said Marla “We have lots of time to spend with that hot little body of yours”

Emily walked right up to my face and let her semi-erect cock dangle just inches from my mouth.

“Let’s see if that mouth of yours can suck a girl off as well as you can kiss”

Still trying to come to grips with the situation I was in, all I could do was stare at the huge piece of meat in front of me. As I watched, Emily’s soft nine inch member quickly grew into an angry colored eleven inch monster! There was no way I could fit that thing in my mouth. I silently prayed that this was all just a big prank they pulled on freshman each year.

Emily must have been horny, because there was nothing slow about the way she forced her cock into my mouth. As her cock began pushing at the back of my throat, I began to realize the purpose of the gag they had chosen for me. With my mouth held open by the metal ring, there was nothing I could do to keep Emily’s long member from fucking my throat. She could rape my mouth as fast and as hard as she wanted to, and I just had to deal with it!

While Emily was starting to fuck my throat, her friends must have been getting into position as well, since I soon felt a mouth begin sucking on my cock. The fact that I was having my throat raped by a horny shemale had definitely softened my cock, but it quickly responded to the warm, wet mouth that began a gentle teasing on its tip.

Meanwhile, two small hands were placed on the cheeks of my ass and began to grope my butt. Even with all the other sensations, I was still surprised at how lovingly the hands caressed my ass. I played with my girlfriend’s ass all the time, but I never expected someone to play with my ass like that. Her fingers worked their way to my rosebud and began to massage all around my hole. My ass clenched involuntarily when she began to probe inside my butt-hole, but this only made her giggle.

“O Karl, you have a gorgeous ass” said Marla “I can’t wait to try it out later on. First, we need to clean you out”

Clean me out? I wasn’t sure what she was talking about until something was inserted inside my hole, and then inflated for a snug fit. An enema! They were going to give me an enema. As Emily continued forcing more of her cock down my throat, I felt a warm sensation in my ass as the water began to flow into my rectum.

“Don’t feel bad Karl, this is an area of personal hygiene that a lot of boys forget about. Now, just relax and let the water do its thing”

There was no way I could object to this forced cleansing, not with a giant piece of girl-meat in my mouth. Marla must have joined Kristina under the massage table, because I suddenly felt another mouth join the one on my cock. I cannot describe the feeling of two hot, wet, mouths on my cock and balls. It almost made up for the fucking my throat was taking right now.

“O fuck, Karl! This throat is all mine! I’m going to cum right down it in a minute!”

The pleasure my cock and balls were receiving was too much for me to handle, and the two girls below the table were rewarded with a load of my hot cum. I tried to cry out as I came, but all I did was squeeze Emily’s cock tighter with my throat as she fucked my face. She squealed at the extra stimulation and blasted her own load of hot salty cum into what felt like my stomach!

“O yeah, bitch! That’s how I like it!” Cried Emily, as she enjoyed her orgasm.

When Emily finally pulled her softening dick out of my mouth, I had a few seconds to catch my breath before Kristina appeared and guided her member into my mouth. Her penis wasn’t quite as big as Emily’s, and it tasted very different. As I gagged on Kristina’s large cock, Emily removed the bag from the tube in my ass and let me expel the enema into a bucket. Just when I was thinking how nice it was to not have my bowels filled with water, Marla began to fondle my cock again with her hands.

Damn. These girls weren’t going to give me any time to rest!

“Feel better now that your little ass is all nice and clean, Karl?” asked Emily as she deflated the tube in my ass and pulled it out.

I just moaned around the large cock in my mouth as Marla continued stroking my aroused cock. Even though I knew they were going to fuck my ass eventually, I was unprepared for the feeling of Emily’s cock pressing against my rear opening. I couldn’t believe how large her member felt as it began forcing its way into my rear.

Even when I cried out from the pain, I only increased the pleasure my throat was giving to Kristina’s cock. Emily’s cock felt as if it was twice the size of my anal opening, and I began to wonder if she would fit inside without tearing me apart!

“Just relax little man. Don’t fight it, or it will just hurt more than it has to”

I could only cry as my sphincter was stretched way beyond anything I had ever felt before. This girl was tearing me apart with her huge cock, and I couldn’t do a thing about it! With a sudden pop, Emily forced the tip of her dick inside my hole. All I could do was scream onto Kristina’s cock as Emily continued to push deeper into the depths of my poor little butt.

“O yeah! Your ass is much better than your pretty little mouth Karl. How does it feel to be spit-roasted by two large shemale cocks? How’s your college experience going now, bitch?”

Both girls laughed at me and continued their assault on my bodily holes. If I could have chosen to die at that moment, I might have. It was humiliating enough to have been tricked into this situation, but to be raped by three shemales with over-sized cocks? I was beyond mortified.

After a while, both girls forced their loads into me and then they each switched positions. I was busy gasping for breath when Marla stepped in front of my face.

“I hope you appreciate my restraint Karl. There’s a reason I had my friends go first!”

O my god! She was right. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I first saw the gigantic cock hanging in front of my face. Marla’s cock must have been at least fourteen inches long and dangerously thick! I didn’t think I would be able to breathe after she rammed her monster down my throat, but she didn’t give me much time to think about it. Taking advantage of my ring-gagged mouth; Marla pushed her cock all the way to the back of my throat.

“I hope you’re ready for this Karl!”

As her dick began its journey toward my stomach, I felt my throat being stretched to accommodate her massive tool. The other two cocks had just been a warm-up compared to this monster. The taste of Marla’s cock was very strong, and part of my brain quietly hoped I still had some mouthwash back at my dorm-room.

While I was trying not to choke to death, Kristina took advantage of my inattentiveness and thrust her prick all the way into my poor ass! My body began to shake with the over-stimulation and I almost blacked out from the intensity.

As my poor body was fucked and fondled on all sides, I realized that there was absolutely nowhere to run. If I tried to get away from Marla’s huge cock, I just impaled my ass onto Kristina’s plundering member. And if I tried to get away from the ram-rod in my ass, then I just pushed more of Marla’s length closer to my stomach.

Each of the girls took a turn at one of my holes. They fucked me for what seemed like hours. I would have passed out, but whoever was currently fucking my face would slap me if I closed my eyes for too long. I guess they didn’t want me to die of suffocation. How thoughtful. In my dazed state I pictured how my obituary would read. The words “College freshman dies from an overdose of shemale cock!” came to mind, but since I was currently being raped, I didn’t find it all that funny.

When they finally stopped fucking me, I did pass out, and was grateful to be able to escape into oblivion for at least a little while.

When I came to, I saw all three of my tormenters lounging on the couch. Kristina smiled when she saw that I was awake.

“Hey there slut. Did you enjoy the massage?”

This brought an eruption of giggles from the other two, who got up and headed toward me. All three girls gathered under the massage table, where my much abused cock still dangled. At first I thought they would try and wring one more orgasm out of my poor cock, but I was very mistaken.

“Before we let you go Karl, we have to help you out with something. You see, the problem is, that your cock is too small. Let’s face it, your dick is only half the size of mine, and that’s just not fair to your girlfriend. So we have a little device that will make your problem go away. Ready?”

Now I was truly scared. They had already fucked both my holes over and over again. Now what did they have planned?

The answer to my question was quick in coming. I suddenly felt a hand grip my tired cock and then felt something pressed against my piss slit. Whatever it was, it was covered in lube, because it slid in rather easily.

“This thing took me a long time to design and fabricate, and you’re the first person I’ve tried it on, so I hope you feel honored”

As the strange object was forced deeper into my urethra I began to get really worried. I had never had anything inside my cock before, and the sensation was very weird. She must have pushed almost a foot of that thing into me, when I felt some resistance deep inside my body. Marla pushed harder, and it popped past some sort of barrier.

“This metal catheter I’m putting in you just made it inside your bladder. Now I just need to inflate the end of this thing and we can get to the next part”

Inflate? I thought she said it was made of metal? All the sudden I could feel the end of the catheter start to grow. It felt absolutely huge! And it kept getting bigger! When it finally stopped, I felt like I had a golf ball inside my bladder. And for some reason I really needed to pee all the sudden. One of the girls tugged on other end of the catheter to make sure it couldn’t possibly be pulled out. That really hurt! Then one of them slipped a sort of cap onto the catheter and slid it down over my cock head.

“This is the main part of my device Karl; it fits over your cock and holds the locking mechanism for your chastity device. Now, all I have to do is slide this cap down the catheter and your entire penis will be trapped between it and the inflated end of the catheter!”

I could feel my cock being slowly compressed tighter and tighter, as the cap got closer to my bladder. It felt like my cock was being forced inside of my body! Just when I thought I was going to start crying again, I felt the cap being locked in place.

“Perfect! Now I’ll just cut off the excess catheter, and you’ll be ready to go!” said Kristina.

Once this had been done, one of the girls snapped a picture with her phone and showed me what they had done. At first I didn’t believe my eyes. The only thing left of my cock was a shiny metal cap extending about an inch from my pelvis! They had effectively locked my cock inside of me! What the fuck was I going to do when I went home to visit my girlfriend?

The girls laughed at the look on my face, and moved around to the foot end of the table.

“And now we just need to make sure no one else gets a piece of your cute little ass”

I had no idea what they were talking about until Marla held some kind of device up in front of me so that I could see it clearly.

“This is known as the Ass-Lock 2000. And it works really well. You’ll have to give yourself daily enemas instead of going to the bathroom for a number two, but that’s just a minor inconvenience for you”

I was still a little confused about how the thing worked, when Marla began inserting it in my ass. Even though my rear had been loosened considerably, the large metal plug still fit quite snugly in my backdoor. Then I heard a ratcheting sound and felt part of the plug expanding inside my butt.

“Can you feel it getting bigger? Once it’s to full size, there’s no way it’s coming out unless someone uses this special key to make it small again”

As the thing continued to expand inside my ass, she showed me a small, funny looking key, which she then put with the key to my chastity device. The thing must have been about the size of a softball when it finally stopped growing inside my anal cavity.

Kristina whisked away both of the keys and Emily gave the Ass-Lock a hard tug to make sure it wasn’t going anywhere.

“There you go. Everything is safely locked away. I have your cell-phone number, so any time I call, you had better come running. I don’t care what you’re doing at the time, when we call our little fuck slave, we want you here NOW! And remember, your dick and ass are truly owned by the three of us!”

Once they finally stopped laughing at me, the girls unlocked my wrists and ankles from the table. They shoved my pile of clothes into my arms and pushed me out the door.

Marla called out to me as the door closed “O by the way, come back some time for the other half of that massage I promised you”

As I hurriedly pulled on my clothes I realized that if I ever wanted to feel an orgasm again… I would have to come back. Looks like I won’t be visiting my girlfriend any time soon. I was truly fucked.

Recently I experienced sex with a Shemale for the very first time and over the last few months have had several encounters with Shemales, some being amazing and some being ok.

Like any other sexual encounter sometimes the chemistry is off the charts and sometimes it is just ok. “Just ok” sex with a Shemale is still really friggin good. It is so nice to be with a person as horny as me, you do not often get that with genetic females.

It had been a few weeks since my last sexual encounter with a Shemale and was feeling exceptionally horny for cock. I visited a popular coffee chain to do some work on my computer hoping to stir up conversation with someone. The place was crowded but I managed to find a small table in a corner. As I was working I noticed a girl walking around with a backpack, it looked like she was looking for a place to sit.

Being a gentleman I offered her the open chair at my table. She thanked me several times and for a moment I thought I was sitting Across from Aubrey Kate !!! She was beautiful and looked just like her except she did not have the tattoos.

She introduced herself as Cassie, I used my real name Michael and said our pleasantries as she unpacked her laptop. Cassie was wearing short “Daisy Duke” type shorts and a white tank top. I wore shorts and a t-shirt. I was horny as fuck. I am smooth all over so skin to skin contact of any kind feels great to me.

I decided to shift in my seat and made sure my leg rubbed against hers. She made no effort to move. After a while I was done with my coffee and wanted to prolong this moment so I offered to buy her a second coffee. She opted for “Thai tea” and I had another coffee. Before I sat back down I put my hand oh her shoulder to tell her that I had her tea, she said thank you and did not flinch or pull away.

We sat for a bit and worked and when she was finished with her work we started talking and I think I had half a hard on I was so horny. I asked her if she lived close and she did. I offered to walk her home and she accepted. As we walked I stayed close to her and at the crosswalk I stood exceptionally close and I noticed she just looked at me but said nothing.

When we got to her place she checked if her roommate was home. She was not home. She got two bottles of water out of the fridge and we sat down on the sofa. She thanked me again for letting her sit at my table saying that when her roommate was home she had a hard time concentrating because she plays her music loud or has the tv on and is constantly distracting her.

I said no problem at all and I placed my hand on her upper thigh almost touching her super short shorts. She looked at me, smirked and I leaned over to kiss her. She kissed me back and we made out and explored each other’s bodies. I finally went for broke and started to rub her crotch, I stopped kissing her and unbuckled her shorts and to my enjoyment there was an erect long penis.

I never even looked up at her, I just put that beautiful cock into my mouth and began licking her head and shaft. She tasted great, I pulled her shorts and panties off and put all of her into my mouth. Her cock was thin but very long and she made me gag causing saliva to spew out of my mouth and onto her cock. I deep throated her several times until I gagged. I never enjoyed gagging this much but the sensation of my saliva on her long smooth shaft was amazing.

I had not even noticed that she pulled off her top and was completely naked. She told me to undress and with zero hesitation I got undressed. I went right back to sucking her cock and gagging myself and as I am doing this she is rimming my butt hole with her finger and turning me on even more than I already was. She tried to move me but I refused to move, I absolutely needed her cock in my mouth and I wanted to taste her cum. She stopped rimming my ass and sat back on the sofa as I worked her cock with my mouth and hands. I must have sucked her cock a long time because my jaw was beginning to get tired.

I was not about to stop, I finally tasted her precum and savored it as best I can. Cassie just sat back, relaxed on the couch getting her cocked worked. It must have felt awesome to her. I kept sucking and stroking her cock while she moaned and gently humped my mouth. She said she was going to cum and I kept sucking and stroking her and I felt her getting closer and closer to cumming. Her cock was so hard and her moaning was getting louder and sexier every second.

Finally at long last she moaned the sexiest moan and I felt her hot delicious cum hitting the back of my throat and I involuntarily moaned because I was in such pleasure. I swallowed her load but kept her cock in my mouth for a little longer. After I was done I gave her shaft one last tight stroke to make sure I ate all her cum and as I reached the top of her cock there was a small bubble of cum just sitting on the tip of her head. I used my tongue to lick it up and I made sure my tongue went into the slit of her head to get every last drop.

I was hard and already had precum on my cock, she stroked me about ten times and I was ready to blow. She stroked faster and I came all over her chest. It was a huge load and very explosive. I can honestly say that was the best coffee I have ever drank !!!

One day cruising the porn sites I saw an Internet ad for an Asian Kathoey that would be dancing at the strip club downtown. I hadn’t been to a strip club in years but I went out of curiosity. Something drew many others and me to the show. After a few women performed an announcer came to the stage and introduced the main act.

When she called my cell I was surprised. The picture in the Hudson’s advertisement was small but it was possible that she had seen the source. The mail distribution of the catalog was nearly a half a million. The photo set was initially for the company’s on-line sales. The published image was of me turned slightly to the left with my head and therefore eyes looking right and a bit above the horizon. The pose enhanced the view of my face without making my neck appear too wide. This image included my earrings; the small diamonds that Giuliana had given me on the first anniversary of our relationship. Most of the retailers requested that earrings not be shown. The dress I was presenting was a speckled black and gray sweater model in part acrylic. The neck was jeweled and the sleeves mid-length. As a model I had little to do with the final selections but I was happy with this shot.

‘Of course I knew it was you Mar, I mean Lenia. You’ve changed so much in thirty-four months but we were together for four years. You look good in the images. You’ve had some work done, huh?’

We hadn’t spoken in over two years but I explained about the trach shave, the rhinoplasty and brow lift I endured back then. For some reason I’d decided to talk with her for a few minutes.

‘The breast surgery was the easiest though Susan. The recovery wasn’t difficult or painful due to the size of the implants I’d selected.’

She seemed different and curious. I wasn’t anxious but on guard. She hadn’t been helpful when I’d started to dress publicly. Her friends hadn’t been harsh, just Susan.

‘Well your dream of modeling certainly required a modest chest Lenia. Most women would have chosen a larger breast size. I think you look great, I mean to say, actually you look awesome honey.’

She paused as I spoke of the latest assignment and Giuliana’s travel plans for the coming month, ‘You know Lenia you sound perfect. The timber in your voice has become feminine.’

The opportunity to become a model isn’t something I’d just casually wanted. I really worked to become thin enough for the work. My body changes were a bit painful but the affect was amazing. Forty months ago Susan had laughed when I’d suggested my intent to model.

‘Marc you can look convincing, I mean you can pass when you’re dressed but you’ve got to give up that silly notion. No agency will ever accept you as a woman.’

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Now she wanted to meet. I was resistive. My wife had been a seriously nasty person regarding my decision to dress as a woman. I now could understand why. Her husband decided to wear a dress and grow his hair. It wasn’t a difficult decision for me. I had been playing with makeup and doing some dressing since I was young. My girlfriend when I was in college had my attention and I would do anything for her.

The games Michelle and I’d played were forgotten when I’d met Susan and we began to fall in love. The marriage had been good for three years but she seemed restless and then I’d found a hobby. Her job as an accountant required more of her during the last two years we were together but she seemed to purposely stay way from me.

One day cruising the porn sites I saw an Internet ad for an Asian Kathoey that would be dancing at the strip club downtown. I hadn’t been to a strip club in years but I went out of curiosity. Something drew many others and me to the show. After a few women performed an announcer came to the stage and introduced the main act.

‘Ms. Tiffany has been dancing for three years but mostly in Southeast Asia. I’m happy to announce that she will extend her stay and be here for two additional nights!’

Tiffany was amazing to watch and though I had no reference point I saw the hundreds, maybe even thousands of dollars she collected from the stage. The level of acceptance by the men at the bar shocked me. She looked beautiful and her manner did not indicate that she was born a man but the billing on the door was clear. Her figure was all female though everyone kept looking at her thong for a tell, a glimpse of her true gender. I started to imagine what her life situation might be like. Living as a woman; well dressing and acting like one at least.

My wife’s attempts to change my mind weren’t aggressive but I could see her disappointment. Her words eventually became strong and harsh. She was not the same person I’d met and grew to love. Now speaking with her on my cellphone I was somewhat angry. She and I had hurt each other.

‘How can the past three years be resolved Susan? You said many mean things to me when I was the most vulnerable. I’m happy now and Giuliana has been good to me.’

I wasn’t always interested in modeling. Just since I’d decided to get fit. After four months I’d lost the first twenty-five pounds. During the time of my diet changes I’d realized something about myself. Maybe that visit to the strip club was in part responsible. It wasn’t something I’d thought of a lot before seeing Ms. Tiffany but I wanted to be truly feminine. After I reached one hundred and thirty-eight pounds I could fit into a size eight dress but the clothes looked too tight. One day I decided to focus on becoming model thin.

Over the months my hair had reached passed my shoulders. Susan and I were sleeping in separate rooms. Susan didn’t comment on the weight change. She only noticed how thin I’d become when I’d had my ears pieced. She’d missed the signs as I acquired a collection of heels and lingerie. I hadn’t bothered to hide these. I just used a lower drawer in the chest in our bedroom. The closet in the small room where I slept was full of dresses but there wasn’t a bureau.

Back then Susan hadn’t understood my need to work through this change. She was just distracted and didn’t question much of what I was doing. My job as a book reviewer and sometimes-contributing writer allowed me to dress when she went off to work. It wasn’t everyday but most days I dressed in my panties and a dress when I awoke, she having left twenty minutes earlier.

One afternoon Susan came in the door as I was walking from the kitchen with a coffee. I smiled and asked how her day had gone, ‘You’re home early dear. What’s allowed you to get on the train at two-thirty?’

She just stopped as the sound of my heels captured her attention. Her eyes focused on my chest, which was exposed due to the deep neckline of the Venus dress I was wearing. I wasn’t wearing a bra since I had not developed breasts. Then she looked at my face.

‘What the hell Marc! What on earth is going on? Whose clothes are you wearing? When did you get your ears pieced? Where are you going?’

I stopped and turned to face her, ‘Why their mine Susan,’ and I continued to my desk in the Library, my three inch heels clicking on the kitchen’s stone floor. Called back to her, ‘oh, I had them done yesterday Susan.’

She was still standing at the door holding her briefcase. She could see me from there, ‘But what, why? Can you please explain yourself Marc, ‘ her voice was urgent as she moved and shut the door.

Having set her case down in the kitchen she had followed me into the library so we were a few yards apart. I was standing at my desk, having placed the cup down. I hadn’t really considered now this discussion might happen. She hadn’t been around during the day for a long time and her evenings usually included a workout with her female friends. We weren’t spending much time together at this point. Occasionally we had dinner together but she seemed more remote each month.

I reminded her that she was out with women three or four night each week, ‘So you saying it’s my fault? I’ve got two or three female friends and that leads to this?’ She was now quite upset and had stepped closer.

I looked to her eyes and considered what we had had. Now my desire and her lack of attention had combined to end our relationship.

‘Susan, this is me and I can’t lead a dual life and lie. Your welcome to be with me and try and understand who you’re married to or whatever.’

She gritted her teeth, ‘There’s no way I’ll let my husband just become a woman. You’re saying this is a permanent change? You fucking weirdo, you faggy little sissy. I’ve got too much self-respect to live with a queer. I’ll never stay here Marc, never.’

Late that evening after she’d had a few glasses of wine we’d discussed my change of dress and she further expressed her anger, ‘So you decide something of this scale without concern for my feelings. That seems like a woman all right. But I won’t be sleeping here tonight.’

I was crying a little and my make-up was smeared, ‘No it wasn’t easy. You seemed to be uninterested in me. I just saw a new me developing and you were with those other, those girls, ‘

I wanted her to stay and love me but I could see she wasn’t into my life change.

As she began to grasp that I was serious she said, ‘I can now recall noticing other changes Marc, I mean other than your not visiting a barber.’ She sat down in the library near my desk.

I had wondered if she was sleeping with one of her friends but didn’t ask.

Then she stood up and started walking about and quizzed me, ‘I mean the subtle shift in your voice, the manner and the word usage. That should have alerted me that something was happening. I guess I was too wrapped up in my own conditions.’

After midnight she eventually exposed her liaisons with her three exercise friends.

‘Marc, it wasn’t planned. I just became interested in the first. She was sexy and after a sauna one evening we made love in the deserted locker room. The other two occurred in different places but I was the one who initiated the advance.’

I stood in the kitchen in my dress and heels. I had fixed my face hoping that she wouldn’t leave. She was packing a bag and as I entered the main bedroom Susan said, ‘How the hell did you lose so much weight. You’re as small as I am but I work out three days a week. Marc how much do you weight?’

Susan was near the closet as I said, ‘I’m near one-thirty-five.’

We had separated about three months later; about the same time I met Giuliana. Susan didn’t know of my new Mistress then. It was only after I’d moved out that she asked about where I was living. We let the apartment lease expire as Susan moved in with her lover.

After thirty months these details seemed far away, the past. We spoke for another ten minutes about her recent job and home changes.

Then she said, ‘Lenia I’ve realized that I was wrong to force you out of my life. I’ve never stopped loving my Hus, I mean I’m still in love with you.’ Then she paused and I could hear the soft sound of her crying.

I wasn’t upset but asked, ‘What happen to that woman you were seeing, I mean living with, Denise was it? She was your lover when we separated right? You’ve had a few Susan.’

Our relationship had floundered when Susan joined the women’s club and met several unattached lesbians. The first affairs I wasn’t aware of. I was too focused on my own issues. The day she discovered my pieced ears and me in a dress she acknowledged that she was sleeping around. By then I had accumulated a small wardrobe of women’s clothes and was thinking of modeling.

She seen me dressed to the nines one day about a month after the dress incident, ‘Marc you are going to need a new name. Something sexy and a little mysterious. You sure as hell don’t look like my husband any longer.’

I thanked her for the compliment but she interrupted, ‘Just remember real girls aren’t crazy about suspenders and stockings. Pantyhose are more flattering and with a tight dress like that everyone who’s looking can see your garter clasps.’

I looked to my thigh and realized she was right. A small bump was quite noticeable.

Our phone conversation could have lead back to those painful days over three years earlier but she stopped.

‘We can’t let the history interfere with our needs today. I mean it. I can’t stop thinking of you Lenia. The ad I saw clearly pushed me to try and open a discussion with you. Please agree to meet me. Just for an hour. No one else, just us okay? Please Honey, say yes?’

I considered hanging up. Being rude wasn’t attractive in anyone. As she continued I considered why I hadn’t hung up the call. I heard her voicing regret, sadness and maybe something else. Maybe there was something I needed from Susan.

‘At the Park, we could meet and talk. We could try to see how we each feel. I need to help settle the fears that may be in the way. Please at least think about it dear.’

She went on about her search of my modeling career. How excited she was to see that though only catalog work I seemed to have done work with quite a range of retailers.

‘They’re clearly calling you back Lenia and that must build your confidence.’

I explained that at least one manager had guessed about my gender change but her goal was to sell clothes not enforce a rule or control my private life.

‘That makes sense but it must have been difficult to get started. I mean, getting your figure to meet the requirements and then maintaining it. Models of your height need to be below one-twenty-five right?’

I was sixty-nine inches tall, ‘Actually I’m at one-twenty-one with a B cup.

‘It was Callie’s rigorous control of my diet and her insistence on the low impact exercise. That together with the voice training, posture and deportment work.

‘Working near so many nearly naked women allowed one or two girls to see my bits. My ad manager knew how to deal with the issues without me being affected.’

We discussed my diet and exercise, ‘It’s the coconut water and fruits that made that part reasonable Susan. The initial portfolio images Giuliana paid for were quite good. She’d found and hired a skilled photographer. Sarina was quite good with body shots. Her advice and the selection of the various images and headshots to include were essential.’

She was listening now and not interrupting, ‘At the first interview I was of course nervous but the second one was easy and the first shoot occurred that same week. My anxiety quickly passed.’

I considered whether I could handle the upheaval of Susan coming back into my life. As she talked I was aware that there was still some attraction in me and maybe a small love was covered deep within to protect me. I wondered when I could slip away without Giuliana being aware even if that seemed silly. I wasn’t trapped nor her slave.

When Susan finished her story about her breakup with her last lover I said, ‘Okay, sure we can meet. Let’s say Friday. Your idea about the Park is good.’

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I had met Giuliana in a chatroom. During the initial discussion, before we spoke, I’d wondered if she was transgender. She seemed to know a lot about my feelings and was supportive to my needs. Before I’d left Susan I had progressed toward my feminine self. I’d learned to speak softly and practiced my movements to simulate the women I’d so adored. Watching the runway shows possibly trained me to think and move like the models. My body had been slightly changed due to my diet and exercise and I’d stayed away from pills, alcohol and hormones.

One afternoon I was talking with Giuliana. She told me that I would receive an e-mail from someone named Callie. It included her cell number, ‘Giuliana has asked me to speak with you’. I called her within the hour.

‘Can you send me an image of your face and body, please? I’m assuming that you’re dressed. Please spend a moment and make yourself as best you can.’

The request was quickly sent for I had been dressed and fully made-up each of the last ten days. Susan had stopped sleeping in the house over a month earlier. Callie was very supportive.

‘I’ll need to help you with many details, Lenia is it?’

We talked and eventually she visited four times a week. I told her of my intent to model and she suggested that she might be helpful.

‘You’re posture has become nearly perfect and you move very well in heels now. With additional coaching we can eliminate certain male behavioral clicks. Can you do a split yet?’

Soon afterward I had moved to Giuliana’s Coop after Callie was comfortable with my manner, look and style. Two months later the voice coach was satisfied too. That was thirty-four months ago. I’d not seen Susan in over three years.

Five days later Susan and I agreed to meet for dinner, ‘It has to be early. I won’t jeopardize my relationship with Giuliana. I’ll have to be back at the Coop by seven therefore let’s meet on the Upper Eastside. There’s a small bistro I know of.’

When I finished the late afternoon shoot I was able to simply walk across the street to the restaurant. Susan was waiting and she stood when I approached.

‘Thank you for coming Lenia. You look like you’ve just finished a shoot.’ The waiter helped us sit and brought the wine she’d ordered.

‘In your heels you’re a bit taller than me Lenia,’ we were nearly the same height barefoot. ‘I like that you dress so well, with style. At the Park the other day I was jealous that you could walk in heels that comfortably.’

As I settled I said, ‘I can’t drink much. The diet has been tough these past few days. I needed to lose a few pounds for the latest assignment. Next week will be easier but I’ve been on flavored water and salads for a week. I feel a little too weak after the fasting. Maybe we can ask for a cheese plate or something.’

After getting passed the awkward waiter’s starring at my boobs, since my dress had a deep décolleté and I wore no bra, we discussed the changes Susan hoped we could make.

‘Could you see us, I mean surely we’ll have much to adjust to. Your work schedule and wardrobe we can work around but we’d need to try and spend more than an evening together.’

She reached across the café table, ‘I’m shocked how beautiful you are Lenia.

‘The makeup artist who did you today is quite good.’

I shifted slightly closer and looked about, ‘Yes and she works with a filmmaker as well. She has tried to get me to do a sexy shoot with her twice. They’re a couple actually. I met her but I was pretty sure that she did serious porn, not soft stuff. She was so into my gender background that I said I’d have to pass. I didn’t want to end up on some tumbler page.’

Susan was smiling, ‘Having my husband look better in a dress than I do is the easy part. I can see why she wanted to film you Lenia. It’s the sexy body I’m drawn to, but I’d love to spend the night with you to find out how much of our love still remains.’

I listened to her and watched her lips carefully. At the Park last week I’d realized I was still attracted to her. I had been with women; I lived as a lesbian but had also been with a few men since we’d parted. Watching her speak was exciting. She had accepted that I was a woman.

I wondered as I sat listening to her if I could I control my appetite for cock? Could we find her able to penetrate me as I needed? How would I just walk away from Giuliana and the others? They were almost family now and Giuliana had spent a great deal on helping me become the woman seated beside Susan. But she was my first love and therefore as I watched her speak I wondered about how her mouth might feel. I wanted to kiss her.

I shifted my chair again to be closer and I reached my finger to her lips, ‘I want to kiss you Susan,’ we weren’t the only patrons but though near the street window we kissed lightly.

‘That was nice.’

She kissed me now and her soft tongue pressed into my mouth.