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He gave me a date, a week from now. And those seven days ached. The anticipation was almost overwhelming. I had white stocking, white panties, but I didn’t touch them. I wouldn’t allow myself release. Perhaps I was scared, if I released my sexual tension, would I chicken out?
After a few nights I couldn’t take it, so I put on the stockings and put the toy in. But I didn’t come. From day till night, my every waking moment was eclipsed by fantasy. What was coming, what it would feel like, what it would do to me. I was powerless, but I had surrendered this power freely. This was a liberating sensation that made my skin shiver, and my cock strain.
I sat at my desk working, but all I could think of was hands on my hips, my forehead resting against the ground. A heavy cock inside me, slapping into me. Being used. Wanted. Enjoyed.
I could barely wait.
Finally the day came. I put my gifts into a bag and drove towards his house. He had given me an address. I trusted him, even if I wasn’t sure why. My abandonment at this point was complete. I had to go further. To become. I parked outside, then sent him a text; “I’m here.”
His response was immediate. “Get dressed. Walk up the driveway.”
It was dark out, but it wasn’t that late, what if someone saw me? In my wig. My stockings and skirt. They would know. They knew meat when they saw it. A whore. A giddy, willing slut who was walking straight into a nest of grabbing hands, sweat and throbbing cocks…
God I was hard. I underdressed and redressed quickly in my seat. I was physically changing. Wow. I put on my wig carefully. To complete my change I had a tight red dress that I had brought. I never actually thought I’d wear it, but as my hands pulled it from its bag, they were trembling with excitement. It was so soft. I could be soft. I could wear this and be pretty. I wanted that so much.
After I was done, I got out of the car and took a deep breath. I still had a coat on over the dress, and my long blonde wig looked good at a distance. Did I look good? Passable? Would some guy looking out the window see me and feel his cock twitch?
Harder now than I believed it was possible to be, I walked up the driveway. The house was a little back from the road, and all too soon I was hidden from prying eyes. Even so. The night air was amazing on my skin. The stockinged legs. The feel of the fabric. I felt everything in a rush. I felt foolish. I felt like I should have done this years ago. I felt embarrassed. I felt joyous. I felt not just aroused, but sexual. An odd thought, but it felt right.
When I got to the door he was standing there, looking at me. His gaze went up and down. He smiled. No, he leered. Oh god. “You might think you’re ready,” his smile widened, “but you’re not. You look amazing.”
I remembered the text. Four cocks. One slut. I took a deep breath, then committed. “Your slut’s here. Where do you want me, sir?” My voice was a little shaky, but I got to the end of the sentence with my head held high, my words clear.
My want clear.
He stood away from the door, smiling. “Upstairs, first door on the right.”
As I walked past he grabbed my arse and gave it a firm squeeze. “Missed this,” he said.
“It’s yours.” I said it instinctively, my submissive fantasy kicking in.
He smiled. “Not tonight.”
Oh. Oh wow.
I walked to the stairs. My foot wobbled on the first step, but I ignored it. By the time I got to the top I was walking stiffly, but not unsteadily. Part of that was because of my cock pushing at my dress. I walked into the room he’d indicated, and paused in the doorway. Three men were sitting inside. Two were on a couch, a third was sitting at the foot of a bed. Their eyes saw me and they all smiled.
I made a nervous smile of my own, feeling foolish. My cock was stiff, they could all see it. I thought of my wig and lipstick, I must look like a mess to them. I expected them to laugh. Instead, they regarded me with a mixture of hunger and delight. My lover (my master?) was behind me, pushing me gently further into the room.
“Here she is,” he said. “Candy.”
I had been given a name. Something silly and girly. Unmade and remade for their pleasure. I had all the control in the world to turn around and walk out, instead I let that control slip through my fingers. Gladly. istanbul travesti I smiled, embarrassed, and murmured a weak “Hello.”
“Tell them why you’re here,” my master nudged me.
“I’m-” I faltered for a heartbeat. Then I just said it. “I’m yours. Your slut.”
I was so hard now that it hurt.
My master made introductions. “Slut, four cocks. Four cocks, slut.”
One of the men, taller, stockier than the others, laughed. Another was older, with silvery hair, he licked his lips. The third man was slender, younger. Athletic. His eyes were wandering over my body. They were all beautiful. Oh wow. I wanted them all. I wanted to please them all. To be perfect for them. I was going to go from having had one male lover to four. That blew my mind.
The older man was studying me. “You okay, Candy?”
I nodded, then I swallowed. I had to dive into this. I had to show them. I walked up to the silver fox, and I fell to my stockinged knees. “Can I be useful, sir?” I lowered my voice. It sounded breathy. Eager.
He stood up from where he was sitting on the bed. His hands were fumbling in excitement at his belt. One of them men was laughing. My master was stroking my hair. “Told you. Told you she’s keen.”
I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. We were past keen.
His cock sprung free, and the silver fox stood there stroking it. I took him into my mouth and savoured it. He was thicker than my master. Tasted a little different. (I could become a connoisseur. I wanted to laugh. This was too much. Too wild)
I closed my eyes and concentrated on the cock. Long deep strokes. A wet willing mouth. Abandonment. That warm unique taste. So hot and warm, how I’d missed it. My master stroked my wig, soothing me. Somehow these little slivers of tenderness made everything dirtier, sexier. Getting carried away, I almost gagged, but my master held me firm. I breathed carefully and managed to carry on. Hands were lifting my dress, stroking my anus. Oh god. I shivered. Too much. So good. The silver fox was sighing, long deep breaths. “Oh yes,” he was pumping into my greedy mouth. I didn’t care if his cum would be delicious or bland, weak or thick. I wanted it. I was earning it. I wanted to show the others I was a good girl.
After a few minutes of mindless sucking, the silver fox jerked abruptly, and sticky cream burst into my mouth. Salty. Far thicker than my master’s. God, were they all different? Of course they were. They were all unexpected, unique, treats.
Yes, I thought, Candy will certainly be a connoisseur.
I pulled away and turned to the others. “Show,” my master said, beaming. I opened my mouth, which was full of the heavy cream. I hadn’t swallowed, I as savouring it. Some slipped out the corner of my mouth and I couldn’t fight a smile. My master unzipped as he looked at me, excited by me. The others followed his lead. “Swallow,” he said, his voice thick. “Make room for more.”
I swallowed, and showed my open mouth. Now there were three cocks in front of me. “Oh god,” I grinned.
They laughed. I took the athlete in my mouth first. He was slim, trim. My hands went up and down his stomach as he undressed. My had bobbed up and down, taking him. He sounded excited. Had he been to one of these parties before, or was I his first slut? His cock was long and thin, I could only take about half. I thought about him fucking me, and shivered again.
I turned to the muscular man. I felt so girly compared to him. His cock was so thick. I was stroking the other cocks, staring at his. “Like the variety?” my master asked.
I blushed. I looked up at him, and his eyes were playful. “Go on. I told him you made me cum trembling. Show him what I meant.”
Oh really? I decided to stop pausing and thinking entirely. I put my mouth around the muscular man’s cock, and started to deep throat him like I was a starving animal. Which I was. My hands were busy pulling on cocks. I closed my eyes and let go. I could hear three men panting and a fourth one sitting up and laughing. Hands were tugging at my dress. Suddenly I was naked, a hand was tugging at my aching cock. I moaned. I opened my eyes and looked up at the muscular man. He pulled his cock away, with a spit soaked plop, and showed me his arse. I licked without thinking. He moaned, arching back into me. He hadn’t felt istanbul travestileri this for a while, I could tell. I placed my hands on his cheeks and prised them open, then I started to gently tease and tongue fuck him. He moaned deeply. “Oh. Oh. She’s good.”
I was rimming a man in front of complete strangers. I felt so dirty. So happy. What new word combined these two things? I would find it tonight.
Hands were pushing my face into his arse, I started to lick and lap harder. He shuddered a little, then turned sharply and looked down at me. “I need to fuck her,” he said.
Need. Oh my.
Hands were all around me, moving me, guiding me to the bed. I was pushed face down, my bum was in the air while my aching cock tried not to get in the way. Some cool lube was poured onto my anus, and I moaned. I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart.
“Okay, Candy?” My master was watching me get finger fucked. I craned back to look at him, my eyes narrowed, intensity almost overwhelming me. “More please,” I said.
The muscular man gave me a short sharp spank. “Tell me,” he said, “what you want.”
“All of you.” I turned back and buried my face in a cool white sheet. I felt embarrassed, and desperate. “I want you all. One after the other. I can take it, I promise.”
Oh god. What was I saying? Could I take it?
My master came over to me, then he stroked my blonde wig. My collar was in his hands. He placed it round my neck, smiling. “You look amazing.” He turned back to whoever was behind me. “You heard her.”
I buried my face in the sheet as something thick and hard brushed my lubed hole. I hadn’t felt anything this big before. He pushed into me, and I pulled away, uncertain. My master stroked my shoulder. “Think of all the cum in this room right now, all of it yours. All of it in these big thick cocks. Are you gonna work for it or not?”
God. He knew how words like that could just derail me. He knew I liked surrendering myself, pushing myself. The hand was stroking my shoulder. I hesitated for a second, then realised how much I trusted him. How much I knew I wanted to be pushed. How excited I was. I pushed myself back towards the cock, then reached back and pulled myself open again. In moments I felt the cock again, thick, hard. At first it hurt, it scared me. It wasn’t meant to be there. But then it slipped past, and began to fill me, began to press against the sides. My breath caught. So dirty. So happy. They were all watching me, this was crazy! I moaned into the sheet.
“Good?” My master, checking up on me.
I nodded, and made a muffled reply. “So good.”
That was all my lover needed. I felt his two large hands find my hips, then he started to pull himself into me, widening me. It felt so good. Little stings of pain caught my breath, but then suddenly he was pressing against that pleasure zone, that part of me that made me delirious and anew. Pleasure hit me, my legs were trembling. He was suddenly so deep. He stopped. I felt his sweat hitting my back. I adjusted myself to look back at him. “Fuck me.”
And then he did. Deep quick lunges that took my breath away. My cheeks shook and trembled as he thrust again and again. My master was close. “Yes, like that. Really pound her. She loves it.”
So degrading. It was everything I had wanted. I tried to speak, but gibberish came out. My master pulled my matted wig away so he could see my make up smeared face. “Yes, baby?”
“Am. I. A. Good. Slut?” The words came between sharp stabs of cock. It hurt, but the waves of pleasure were running up and down my legs. My cock was limp, but that didn’t matter. Other parts of my body were lighting up and kicking in. I was cumming, over and over, but no one could tell.
“Yes Candy.” He stuck his cock in my mouth. “So far, you’re doing great.”
I was being spit roasted. I had seen this is so many porn scenes, I never thought it would happen to me. It was so new. So sexy. There was cock. Pleasure. Pain. Spit. Heat. Nothing else mattered in the world. I felt a weird shiver go though me, as if I were relaxing into this, and everything else I had ever worried about, or had to worry about, just melted away. Here and now there was only raw bliss. I made little moans of pain, and my master stroked my hair, murmuring reassurances. I made little gasps of ecstasy, travesti istanbul and the muscular man rubbed my back, or squeezed my arse.
Nobody had said anything out loud in what felt like minutes. But time didn’t matter here. The athlete was nearby “How does she feel?”
The man fucking me laughed. “Starved.”
Yes. Good word.
My hand reached out, and the athlete put his softening cock in it. My master laughed. My master’s cock was stiff, but I was able to keep sucking, over and over. I was breathing carefully out of my nose, but I didn’t want to let him go. A surge of excitement flooded me. This wasn’t the pool, or the woods. We could take our time. I could truly abandon myself to him. To this. There were no restraints. With a hard cock in my mouth, and another pumping me deep and hard, I wondered if I couldn’t do this all night? Just keep me handcuffed in the corner, bring me out when you need me. Dress me up and keep me for your pleasure. I thought this, almost as if I wanted him to hear my thoughts.
I could be pretty, then. Useful. Always.
The muscular man suddenly panted, and warm bursts of cum slid into me. My master squeezed my shoulder. “We’re all clean, don’t worry. Good girl.”
As one cock slid out of me, another left my hand and found a new position. The athlete slid his slender cock into me. I moaned to show my happiness. He started to pound me quick. So eager, so turned on by everything he’d seen and heard. He started to ramble. “Oh god. So wet- hot- tight- yes slut. Take it, go on go on-” Hearing him lose his mind, feeling his body writhe and jerk as the heat of me drove him mad made my cock burst into life. I took my mouth away from my master’s cock. Llet him cum in my mouth, I want to taste you all.”
He nodded. “You heard her.”
The athlete must have just nodded back, because suddenly he was out of words. Now there were just grunts, sighs, curses. He slowed down, then started to just fuck me with long slow strokes. Oh, he knew what he was doing. He was good. He got his energy back, then started to pound me again. Hands were back at my hips. Then his fingers were raking my back, then grasping for the back of my collar. “Yes. Yes. Good slut.” His mind was lost. He was gone. I felt his movements increase and then he suddenly was pulling out and moving to my face. His cock looked red and hard, and shiny from another man’s cum. I open my mouth and cum shot into my mouth. Tangy. Sharp. So warm. No other taste was like it in the world. The athlete staggered back on jelly legs. Then my master patted my head. “On your back, girl.”
I shuffled around obediently. Then he was lying on top of me, thick cock poking into me. Quickly, slickly, he was inside. He leaned back, then held my legs apart as he fucked me. I had shaved, I was smooth everywhere. I felt so good. I clutched at my nipples and rolled the other man’s cum in my mouth. My master reached down, took some cum that had hit my cheek and rubbed it into my face. “So dirty,” he grunted.
I just smiled. Then licked his hand.
He fucked me like this, for a perfect slice of forever, eyes locked on mine, my legs now held apart by the other men. No sounds but for our ragged panting. Eventually he started to pant harder, and pulled away. His cock had felt so good. I was still feeling the same waves of pleasure, increasing and decreasing depending on how much I was getting fucked. I could have taken more, I knew it. But he straddled me, aiming for my face, I opened my mouth, and he shot cum into it. Where it belonged.
“Now clean it all up.” He leaned back, and I got on my hands and knees on the bed, and licked his dirty cock clean. I then turned to all of the others. Licking them hard again.
At this point they were all sitting on the bed, and I was bobbing between them, spit soaking my lower lip and falling down my chin to my chest. When I had four hard cocks again I stared at them and blinked.
Breathing hard again, my master stared at me. “You want to rest? I can take you home if you-“
I lowered my mouth gently around his cock, and savoured his taste, his smell. His sweat. I sucked, and only stopped to look up at him, my eyes heavy, almost drowsy. I wanted him to kiss me. Maybe he could read my mind, he bent down and suddenly his tongue was brushing mine and his hand was stroking my hair.
When this ended, there was no more talk of home, or talk of anything. I lowered my mouth back where it belonged, and hands wandered around me, doing whatever they wanted.
No rush. No worry. Candy didn’t have anywhere else to be. So neither did I.
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