My Erotica – Out to Dry

by Mister Average

  Kristen was stunned by his language, but knew she had to submit, she had brought him here, after all, to get their sex writing invigorated.

  She obediently let Erik lick her asshole and then felt him start to mount her. She felt him sliding his thumb in and out to open her up, and then she could feel the thick, blunt end of his prick trying to force its way up her ass.

  She screamed as he pulled her hair and thrust hard and deep up her bum, but she let him have his way. He obviously wanted this, she was going to be submissive and let him use her completely.

  His cock felt enormous as he pounded away on her butt. She hoped he would cum inside her soon, she didn’t know how much of this anal punishment she could take.

  Maybe that’s what it was, she wondered. Was this Erik’s way of punishing her for her wayward writing lately?

  She screamed more loudly as he hammered her ass, she was sure she would be broken by his cock. Then she felt him tense and he bellowed as he came like a wild animal, pumping his seed into her tight little fuck hole.

  When he was finally done, she collapsed forward and lay there, totally abused.

  Minutes later, surprisingly, there was a knock on the door and two men entered. It was the guy from the front counter and some other man.

  “Hey lady, if you are going to make this much noise, you have to share – house rules, baby.”

  Kristen was horrified and clutched at the sheets and looked at Erik.

  He just laughed, pulled his cock out of her slimy asshole and said to the men, “Ok, guys it’s your turn to use her now. Fuck her hard, it’s what she needs and it’s what I am paying you for. She needs new ideas for writing erotica so use her until you are both done.”

  “What the fuck,” started Kristen as she saw Erik dressing.

  He turned to her and replied, “You said you wanted to get into more kinky stuff so you could write more imaginatively. So when I came in tonight I told the counter guy to come up here after half an hour and fuck your brains out. These two are going to give you a threesome.”

  “Enjoy it, baby, I am going home. And I sure as hell look forward to your next story in a few days.”

  Erik left for home and his loving wife, leaving Kristen to live out her slut fantasies as the two men used her every hole for the next three hours. At the end of it she was a cum dribbling mess, but over the next few months her writing didn’t lack any passion, or imagination.

  HEAVEN

  The world sucked for Alan, he was an overweight, middle aged man and there wasn’t a great deal of excitement left for him in his life. It was just boring drudgery every day. One day as he stepped out the elevator, the world turned a blinding white and suddenly he was somewhere else, with naked women and outrageous sexual habits. After an evening of torrid love making he had a decision to make...

  ALAN

  Alan walked to his dreary government job, as he did each day, trying to get up the spirit to be happy, the spirit to go on, and the spirit to be positive.

  It was a struggle.

  The world sucked for Alan, he was an overweight, middle aged man and there wasn’t a great deal of excitement left for him in his life. It was just boring drudgery every day.

  He turned the corner, bid the footman a good morning and entered the cavernous foyer of the enormous government building. It was new, modern and totally without character. He expected it looked like something straight out of 1984.

  Once inside the building, Alan greeted the security guard, Alfred, as he did every morning and they exchanged the usual comments of amazement about the weather even though the weather was completely predictable these days.

  Alfred looked at Alan and asked, "Excuse my rudeness, Sir, but are you feeling alright; you look a little pale this morning? Not feeling well, perhaps?"

  "Ah, no, Alfred, I am fine thank you."

  Alan strode across the marbled floor to the bank of elevators and pressed the ‘up’ button.

  The elevator doors opened in front of him and he entered. As the doors were closing he saw his boss walking quickly towards him.

  Oh shit, thought Alan, he will want that bloody report.

  He feigned to press the ‘open doors’ button, but instead hit the ‘shut doors’ and the two steel doors closed and excluded all other occupants. It was a reasonable mistake, especially when these days the only options were two smart arse symbols that one first had to decipher before pressing.

  The elevator moved smoothly on its journey to the 16th floor, Alan felt momentarily relieved to have escaped from his boss, although he noticed he was sweating.

  Then just as the elevator arrived at its destination Alan felt suddenly very dizzy, everything around him started to rotate and then spin. The spinning motion changed its plane of alignment and started tilting, he lost his balance completely, falling to his knees to try to recover his composure.

  There was a swift jolt in his chest and then a blinding light in front of him and the elevator door opened, a glaring white light replacing the expected office setting.

  Alan couldn’t stand; he crawled slowly out of the elevator and into this white light environment.

  Once out of the lift he felt better, the spinning stopped, his balance returned and he was able to stand.

  The light was so bright; he held his hand over his eyes in an attempt to see around him.

  Gradually the surroundings cleared, but where there should have been a modern 21st century office there was instead some kind of platform and he was standing on it.

  Alan looked about him, the sky was amazingly clear and blue, there was a scent of tropical paradise in the air and all about him he could see incredibly beautiful women. This was obviously not his work floor, had he perhaps pressed the wrong button and alighted at the executive floor?

  WHERE AM I?

  He seemed to be standing on some beach sand, it was warm and soft.

  There appeared to be music coming from a hut nearby and people were dancing, many of them naked.

  To his left there was a small tropical hut bar, he walked over and sat down and looked for a waiter, he needed a drink for sure.

  Then he noticed on the bar top a single glass, it said ‘click me’ to have a cocktail.

  Click me? he thought, what is that shit?

  He reached out to touch it and somehow a menu came up in thin air in front of his eyes and it invited him to select from many options, including one that said ‘Drink’.

  By thinking that he wanted to select that option, somehow it was selected and before he knew it, a copy of the drink was in his hand and full of coloured liquid.

  He brought the glass to his lips and sipped the drink.

  It was sensational; it was heavenly - and nice and intoxicating too.

  He took a long drink and then set the glass on the counter. As he released it from his hand he noticed the glass rim had lipstick on it.

  Fuck, that’s a bit slack really isn’t it, he thought to himself. At least the bar staff could have cleaned the damn glass – slack bastards.

  Again he looked around for bar staff, but there were none.

  As he turned to his glass again he caught sight of his image in a small mirror on the bar, and he froze.

  He looked around him, looked back at the image and then looked down at himself, and nearly died.

  For all of his life Alan had been a portly gentleman, but now when he looked down he was a woman, and an attractive woman at that.

  Whereas moments ago he had been 53 years old, and a male, now he was in his mid-twenties, an attractive 25 year old woman.

  He was stunned, had he fallen down and hit his head and was now in some absurd and perverse dream?

  This was not possible.

  He stood up, he looked at himself again.

  He was tall, slim with attractively sized breasts; he was wearing a see through mesh vest and tight black leggings with white leather ankle boots.

  His hair was short, shaped forward on the sides and black and he looked f
ucking fantastic - except Alan knew he was really a man and he was looking in the mirror and seeing a woman!

  He looked around to make sure nobody was looking directly at him and tried to recover his composure.

  He needed another drink; this was all too much for him.

  He motioned towards the glass again and selected ‘drink’ and his glass filled up.

  He liked that idea. He didn’t know where he was but he wished he could take that nifty little invention back home with him – he would make a mint!

  He took the glass and stood up. To his left there was a small bridge heading out to the sky and a sign that read, ‘Lovers Leap’.

  Curious, Alan walked onto the bridge and out along it. As he made his way along the ten feet of its length he realized that he was on some kind of sky platform and it was fucking thousands of yards down.

  He couldn’t even see the bottom!

  Not a great fan of heights he eased himself back onto the terra firma of the main platform.

  Nothing made sense to him in this odd world. He continued taking in the scene, the smells and the sounds.

  He listened to the announcer key in the next song, J’ai Envie De Toi.

  It seemed to be some French radio station, was he in France? Maybe that explained it all, somehow the damned frogs had kidnapped him. If he was in France, things had changed since he had last visited. It now seemed like heaven - they had clearly moved ahead of his nation.

  The place had atmosphere, energy, there was thumping, pumping euro pop music blaring through the air.

  Alan moved back to the safety of the bar, this world was too unusual for him to walk around, who knew what trouble he might get into.

  He watched the women walking around the club and saw one appear out of thin air onto some mat about ten feet in front of him. It seemed to be some focal point, some kind of entry point, perhaps?

  How the fuck did they do that, he wondered.

  Another woman nearby just turned into vapour and disappeared.

  This was clearly some bizarre dream he reasoned, people don’t just appear and disappear in normal life.

  He took another drink and was trying to observe as much of this odd place as possible. He then noticed a sign near the entry mat. It read ‘Shemale and Lesbian Love Club’.

  What the fuck, that explained it. He was in some fucking weirdo club. There would have to be a manager somewhere, a door to the outside. He looked around for assistance, but there was none.

  It was then that he noticed a woman standing a few feet away and looking at him.

  SUZI

  She was stunning. She was petite, and brunette with lips that men would kill for and a body to match it all.

  He noticed that he still seemed attracted to women even though he was technically a woman, somehow, so that was good.

  She smiled at him.

  She offered her hand and said, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here to meet you, I was held up with another person and couldn’t get back here on time. I hope you aren’t feeling too disoriented and uncomfortable. But, to the best of our knowledge this is exactly what you wanted so here you are, it should be familiar to you.”

  The woman continued, “And I am sorry for being so rude and not introducing myself to you, Alahna.”

  “My name is Suzi.”

  Alahna? Who the fuck was Alahna, he wondered and then it occurred to him that maybe Alan the man had become Alahna the woman - what a world!

  The woman gave him that melting smile again, she nodded, “Yes honey, your name is Alahna. Didn’t you get an information pack when you arrived today? Oh my, we have slipped up, haven’t we? I am so sorry.”

  “Here come with me, it’s nearly time for the sunset, you will love it.”

  She reached for Alan’s hand and walked with him past many people dancing, couples kissing and past the elevated huts on the beach sand. They walked through an area of palm trees and came to the edge of the platform but on the other side.

  “Well honey, four times a day the sun rises and falls here, it’s time for the sunset.”

  She held his hand and stood close to him. Alan watched as the bright red globe descended through some broken clouds near the horizon and then shot its rays across the ocean and across this weird world as it sunk into the waters many miles away.

  Alan was amazed at this place, sunset four times a day? Where the fuck was he, it clearly wasn’t on Earth. And how had he gone from an elevator at work to this crazy land?

  Suzi took the lead again, “Here, lets’ find somewhere with a little more privacy.” She led him through the palms and then they came out into a serene setting. In front of them there was a little hut surrounded by water with a wooden bridge going across to it. As the darkness of night descended, torches flared up and their flames flickered to light the way.

  It was an extraordinary scene. On the island there was a bed, lit by the flares of the torches and the moonlight. What a fantasy world it was for Alan.

  Suzi turned to him and asked, “So, how are you this fine evening, if you don’t mind us starting again on the right footing?”

  “Oh great, and you? I am still trying to figure out where I am and how I got her, by the way.”

  “I'm doing very well, Alahna. Don’t worry about why you are here or how you got here, you are in paradise now. Its heaven here and there is nothing to worry about ever again.”

  Alan took her at her word and relaxed a little, she didn’t seem that threatening.

  Suzi continued, “Hey today, I'm out exploring, looking around. I am possibly looking for some fun, you know.” And she then winked at him.

  She smiled and added, “You have some interesting fantasies, you know, Alahna.”

  “Fantasies?” replied Alan incredulously and wondered what the fuck this silly woman was up to now.

  “Yes my sweet, all your deepest and most secret fantasies are out there for all to read about, it’s in your profile.”

  Profile he thought, what the fuck was his profile?

  Suzi showed him. “You just look here, honey, on any person and you can see information about them.”

  She pointed to her head and said, “Go on, look at my profile.”

  Alan did as she directed and it was true, another pop up menu revealed itself over her head and he could read all about her.

  “And if you think about your own profile you will see it is there and you can read it, but you can’t edit it.”

  “It tells us all about you, and reveals everything about your life, and what you want and fantasize about. Nothing can be hidden.”’

  “OMG,” said Alan, “How did they get there, it is all so revealing, and my darkest dirtiest secrets!”

  “Oh, that’s ok, it’s just part of the deal when you arrive, honey, just part of the package. Everyone who arrives here has the same thing.”

  “Oh, and speaking of packages...” Suzi giggled and looked down at his groin.

  Alan looked down and saw he had a bulge in his panties.

  OMG, he had a fucking cock as well as being a woman, what sort of creature was he?

  And then he realized - he must be a shemale as this was a shemale and lesbian club.

  Suzi smiled and gave him a cheeky wink.

  “I must say, I do find your dirty little fantasies quite attractive, honey.”

  Alan blushed, fuck those fantasies could get me into SO much trouble, he thought.

  “Don’t worry about it sweetie, it’s better to be a bit extreme than mundane.”

  “What,” he shrieked, “Extreme, where?”