Acts of Congress

by Red Snapper

  ♣♣♣

  Her life as Caramel Love was going extremely well. It was a lot of hard work, but she enjoyed it. It seemed like for the first time in a long time, she was blissful. As Samuel Jefferies, her life had been mediocre. Never bad, but never great either. Sam had been completely, uninterestingly normal and never fit in with any of the other boys in school. Only now, looking back, could he see that.

  All that changed when Sam graduated from high school. Instead of going immediately to college, he moved from Fredericksburg to Washington DC, determined to make his own way in life. The trouble with that decision was he didn't even know what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. Then, just as he was settling into his new apartment, he got an invite from one of his neighbors that would change his life.

  Samuel is invited to a secret club for those with ‘Special Palates’. Confused, but intrigued, he decided to go.

  Imagine to his surprise when he found out it was a club for she-males. A wide array of people went to this exclusive club, from strapping young men, to retired older gentlemen, and even a good number of women.

  Samuel panicked when he realized what was going on and tried to run away. In his haste though, he escaped right into the dressing room where he found himself surrounded by a beautiful group of she-males. Demetria, the most dominant and outgoing of the 'girls', saw something in him.

  She looked straight into his soul as she said, “You secretly wanted to be like me don’t you trick?”

  Samuel looked at him as his confusion took control of him. After a brief moment between them, he tried to run again, out the proper doors this time.

  As he ran out of the dressing room he felt sweat running down his face while he tried to erase the thoughts of being sexually involved with Demetria out of his mind. As he stood there for a brief second, it hit him. He always wondered why he would always find himself watching other men in the showers at the school gym, or gazing at men as they walked by him in the dressing room. He sighed while he for the first time in his life realized that he was hooked. Although he tried to deny it to himself, he knew that Demetria’s accusation was true. After only a week of fighting his desires, he went back to the club.

  When the club closed that evening, the girls went to work on him, shaving all of his hair from his body. He was then dressed in a stripper’s outfit, and fitted with a wig. Then he was fucked, senseless by Demetria and then everyone else in the room. It was a sort of an initiation or a rite of passage into the erotic world of a she-male club, but it was what he was longing for. It was who he became.

  That was five years ago. From then on, she lived as Caramel Love. She had to keep her entire body free of hair, with the exception of the hair on her head, which was now growing out. Her body was already petite and was somewhat feminine weighting only one hundred twenty pounds which made becoming Caramel surprisingly easy for him. In no time, she learned how to do her own make up and to buy clothes that made her look more feminine.

  Of course, Demetria fucked her constantly, but she had no problem sharing her with the other girls. It was easy to see why she was so imposing. She was tall, with muscles like a body builder, and a nice fat dick. Her attitude cowed those whom her body didn't.

  Demetria taught her everything about being in this lifestyle from keeping her asshole tight with kegels and other exercises to how to kiss seductively. After several months of training, she was quickly becoming popular and she loved being sought after like that. It made her feel special... something Samuel had never felt before in his life. This is what made her decide to go into a much higher scale of pleasure thus landing her present employment with Absolutely Luscious Escort Service. However, before she left the club she made her living by dancing there. Some of the patrons liked her even more knowing she had just a short time ago been a boy. Others hated her because it ruined their fantasy about some of the girls who danced with her. Some of the girls were like her, boys-gone-girl. Others were born that way, or had doctors make them that way.

  Demetria and Caramel had a relationship, of sorts. It was obvious that she was in control, and Caramel was subject to her whims. She was happy enough with this arrangement for a while. She wasn't cruel to her. Oh, sometimes she would spank me until she cried, or fuck her in front of the other girls, telling her what a slut she was. But, that was just sex, and the girls didn't treat me any differently for being a slut.

  Then things started to change. As much as she loved being Caramel, there was still a part of her that was Samuel. Caramel loved being fucked, but Samuel missed fucking things. Even though she would cum from being fucked in her ass, she still wanted to fuck something. She brought this up one night to Demetria.

  “Hmm, I'll think about it,” she said, and then she kissed her. One thing led to another, and soon they were in the bedroom.

  Demetria looked at Caramel while she said, “I got something new I wanted to try with you baby…you want to try it?”

  Caramel smiled as she shook her head in the affirmative, trusting her completely.

  Several minutes later, Demetria brought out a triangular shaped pillow with a hole in it and said, “Come over here and lie down on this baby.”

  Caramel looked mystified as she slowly strolled over toward Demetria. She gazed at her with apprehension as she slowly lowered herself on the pillow. As soon as she lay down over the pillow, Demetria skillfully maneuvered Caramel’s sex into the opening. She cooed as she felt how wonderfully soft the cushion was, groaning as she slid into its depths. Caramel immediately leaned forward, resting her head on the bed for a moment when she suddenly felt Demetria grab her hands.

  Before she knew it, her hands were bound to her knees, so that she could hold herself in the shape of the triangle pillow she was laying on. Caramel started to get nervous as she asked, “What the fuck are you doing Demetria?”

  “Shut up bitch…I’m in control here.”

  Suddenly a paddle struck Caramel extremely hard across her ass, making tears immediately come to her eyes.

  Caramel moaned while the stinging pain waved through her ass, down her legs and through her waist.

  She cried out again, “Let me go you crazy bitch.”

  Demetria screamed out after several more blows to Caramel’s ass cheeks.

  “You’re a stupid fuckin’ slut. You’d be nothing without me. You should be thankful I don't throw your ass out right now, you filthy whore. One word from me and none of these bitches would even THINK about fucking you again,” she screamed while she continued to brutally beat her.

  Caramel was now completely confused while she suddenly realized that she must of piss her off about receiving instead of giving.

  No matter how she cried and struggled, she couldn't get free as Demetria continued to paddle her now burning ass. When it finally stopped, Caramel was crying profusely. She couldn't stop while the pain hurt so badly. Demetria leaned down next to her and hissed, “If you never use that miserable little thing you call a dick of yours again, you'll still thank me for it,”

  Caramel sighed while she tried to apologize but Demetria moved out of her view.

  Suddenly, she heard Demetria doing something behind her as she screamed, “Oh gawd, please not more paddling.”

  Then she felt a slightly lubed up butt plug being forced into her. She cringed because it hurt like hell while it popped in. She felt uncomfortably full when suddenly it started vibrating. Even through her pain, it sent waves of pleasure through her petite body.

  Immediately, the pillow started vibrating as Caramel’s sex felt so good, she couldn't help but moan loudly.

  “See if you still have any urge to fuck anything after this, you fucking slut,” Demetria spat at her.

  She left the room, turning out the lights when she left. Caramel vibrated on in the darkness. Soon she was pushed over the edge, and she came screaming into the pillow. She thought to herself, “What was I thinking,” while both the butt plug in her ass and the pillow continued to vibrate. After a while, it
turned her on again, and again, she was pushed over the edge.

  Caramel closed her eyes while she tried to decipher how long Demetria left her there, but it felt like forever when it was now taking her longer and longer to get aroused and even longer to cum. It was more pain than pleasure at this point. Once again tears streamed down her face while she thought, “I just wanted it to stop.”

  Again she came, her balls contracting painfully. As her last orgasm subsided, Demetria came back in. The sudden light hurt her eyes, but she couldn't cry any harder than she already had. Then the vibrating stopped. Caramel had become almost used to it, now it felt weird not having it. Demetria gently removed the plug from her butt and undid the straps holding her hands. All Caramel could do was curled into a ball and cried. Demetria smoothed her hair and tenderly comforted her. “Could this be the same person who had just beaten me, and then forced me to cum until it hurt,” she thought as she cried harder.

  After about an hour, she finally released her and she immediately fled home to her studio apartment and cried all night. She knew that she had to break free from Demetria and she had to do it quickly. When she finally did leave three years ago, she made the decision not to be in a real relationship with anyone again. So she decided to just sale herself to those we wanted something different.

  5

  Standing next to the picturesque window facing southwest toward the United States Capitol building, Congresswoman Tamako Watanabe was in deep concentration while she was reminiscing on an event that took place several months prior. She stood there trying to shake the extremely sensuous thoughts out of her mind while she took the ballpoint in her hand and began to twirl it. She knew she had to attend a meeting in about an hour, but she was caught up with the thoughts of being with her much-loved companion. Several years prior to her running for Congress, Tamako’s husband was the incumbent of her current seat. After several years in that, position he died in office and she immediately stepped up and assumed his role as Congressperson for her state. After his term ended, she decided that she would continue his charge running for his seat in 2004.

  She fought that hard battle and won that Congressional seat in where she has been residing ever since. During her first campaign run, she vowed to never re-marry again, commemorating her late husband’s legacy, but she never said she wouldn’t have any undisclosed sexual encounters away from the lime light. In the public eye, she was living a life of celibacy, but behind tightly closed doors, she lived the unadulterated life of an oversexed slut, secretly and discreetly having numerous sexual escapades outside of her responsible district with any and everybody she sees fit. While she gazed outside the confines of her office building, she began to reminisce about her current love interest.

  She could see her looking in her direction, but she pretended not to notice. She took another sip of her Chteau La Mondotte Saint-Emilion 1996 and laughed at some vacuous joke, as if her full attention was with those old friends standing by her. However, it’s not and she knows it’s not, and her pretending doesn’t fool her gazing friend at all. The elderly Congressman next to her paws her arm while he asks her a question, “So what’s it like being a United States Congresswoman instead of a Congressman’s wife my dear?”

  She gazed over toward Caramel while she began to speak glibly about her career, “Well…I spend most of my day at Capitol Hill in meetings, or listening to several lobbyists who are constantly trying to sway me to vote on their interest…other than that…it’s just a vacation.”

  She immediately glanced back over toward her as she thought, “There’s never any escaping you…I can sense you less than thirty feet away, leaning against that pillar by the buffet, your arms folded and that enigmatic smile on your face. Your eyes bore into me…I can feel your thoughts tearing through the silk I’m wearing until I’m standing naked, aroused and longing for your touch!”

  She smiled seductively as she sent this message with her beautiful Asian brown eyes, “You know I want you.”

  She smiled as she thought how two hours ago her lover zipped her into that very dress. She had patiently waited in almost every fitting room in New York while she looked for the perfect one, shrugging at people in resignation as they gave her sympathetic smiles. She knew she’d found it when she came out to show Caramel the flimsy black silk clinging to her sexy curves and she suddenly sat up straighter, unable to tear her eyes away from her. The sense of power over Caramel was intoxicating, and they barely made it back to the suite before they fucked each other senseless.

  Tamako was caught up and she knew it, but she was still trying to decipher how she fell in love with a she-male from an escort service after all the sexual encounters she had since her husband passed. She sat down at her desk while she thought about how intriguing it was to be in a forbidden sexual liaison with someone that was scrutinized upon and considered revolting by society. She smiled as she determined that she didn’t care about what society thought, but she also knew that if anyone found out about her involvement with Caramel, it would be her political death.

  She smiled while she thought about her remark as she stood in front of her with that sexy dress, “The best money you’d ever spent on a dress my dear.”

  She began to rub her thighs as she felt a sensuous tingling between them. She was sprung and she knew she had to shake that feeling immediately.

  Although she tried to shake it, she continued to reminisce, remembering it as if it was happening right at that moment, catching her eye across the room while she blushed.

  “You’re thinking of me. I knew you would be. I made sure of it when I let you see that I wasn’t wearing any underwear under this dress. A pair of lacy hold-up stockings and that’s everything. You could take me at any time you wanted, touch me intimately right here and now if you chose and you’re thinking of doing it all the time,” she thought as she began to rub her thighs harder.

  People here would die of shock if they knew about their dirty little secret and that just fueled her fire.

  One of her colleagues called her over. She excused herself and moved across the room, knowing that her eyes were following her every step of the way. The silk brushes against her skin, sensual caresses of fabric that make her long for her even more. She can see her better from where she now stood as she is introduced to some man she’s met before. After a few minutes of small talk, he swiftly canters her out onto the dance floor.

  She gazed over toward her lover while she quickly noticed that she was upset. Tamako sighed slightly as she wished that she could be there in an instant, cutting in to waltz with her. She watched while the man’s hand slid across her back, holding her close while they revolved around the dance floor. Neither of them was good at that sort of dancing, but it didn’t matter. He whispered what he’d like to do to her in her ear, as her breathing was suddenly short. She glanced over toward Caramel, noticing that she was becoming extremely tense, but she seemed like she was aroused, ready to spring as well.

  With that, she felt tremendously sensuous as she began to tease her by rubbing his arm lightly causing him to close his eyes for a moment and give an almost imperceptible moan. His hand moved slowly down toward her ass and her breath catches. His pelvis suddenly began to jerk towards her with similar imaginings. When Caramel saw, what was going on she became extremely furious. She immediately came over toward them on the dance floor as she said, “Congresswoman…I must speak with you right now…it’s very important that we talk NOW!”

  She looked at the gentleman as she replied, “Perhaps we can finish this another time…I must go take care of this problem.”

  He smiled while Caramel quickly took her by the hand pulling her slightly, letting her know that she was not happy with her recent performance.

  This was a game where of them wins: neither or perhaps both of them did as they strolled out toward the exit. Tamako turned to follow her, but suddenly an old college roommate who she hasn’t seen for many years approached her. The frustration she was fighting to
keep off her face was almost funny as her smile was a forced mask of blandness, but her fists clench at her side. Caramel winked at her while she slipped through the door into the hallway.

  Caramel’s heart was beating quickly as she thought, “Why aren’t you here yet?”

  The seconds drag past as she began to become extremely frustrated. Suddenly, Tamako sauntered into the room: breathless and gorgeously annoyed.

  Before she could turn around to face her Caramel began to speak, “What the fuck was that out there?”

  Tamako smiled as she replied seductively, “What are you talking about…I was just enjoying a little dance.”

  Caramel sighed while she responded, “So this is how you want to play huh…I guess I’m just the hired help right?”

  Tamako smiled while she slowly stepped up close to her, “No…that's not what you are to me...just calm down okay?”

  With that, Tamako slowly stretched forward to kiss her cheek, but Caramel turned to look at her allowing her to see her eyes have darkened. Tamako was totally aroused. The naughtiness of it all, the chances of being caught add to the heady atmosphere of the lust they shared.

  Outwardly, Tamako was always extremely respectable. No one would ever have guessed that she was totally naked underneath her glamorous designer gown and achingly wet for her. No time to make love; not this time. She wanted her to fuck her...fuck her hard.

  “We need to go somewhere now,” grabbing Tamako’s hand, they quickly strolled down the hall until they found a small empty conference room. Caramel opened the door slightly, ensuring that no one was in the room. When she noticed it was unoccupied, she pulled Tamako slightly as they rushed into the room. Caramel locked the door while she quickly grabbed her by her arms at once and kissed her with a deep passionate kiss that told her she wanted to devour her whole. Their bodies melted together, as she could feel every glorious inch of her through her silky gown. Caramel’s hands were now busy, groping her breasts and then beginning to slide her dress up. Her fingers crept up her sexy curvy leg, pausing to stroke along her stocking edge before delving higher and bushing her clit. She gasped as Caramel began to tangle her hand in her hair, kissing her softly while Tamako’s hands were already on her dress straps, pulling them off her shoulders and then attacking her firm medium breasts. She needed to feel her soft skin and she needed to feel it now.