The Ultimate Collection: 18 Books

by D. L. Savage

  I was so desperate to try on my new feminine possessions, but I knew I must wait. I’d die of shame and embarrassment if Alison ever found out about this budding secret side of mine. No, I had to be careful and wait until I was absolutely sure that I was alone.

  As I counted down the days, I carried on completely as normal — going to work, coming home, spending time on the sofa in front of the TV with Alison — but secretly I was thinking about the weekend, feeling little shivers of anticipation run through me each time I did.

  And if I was out and about somewhere, perhaps at the supermarket or the mall, I’d find my gaze roving around for sexy young girls to to check out, wondering what kind of underwear they wore beneath their clothes, excited at the thought that pretty soon I too would have long sexy hair and skimpy little thong panties of my own, just like them …

  “Have a great trip!” I said, kissing Alison on the cheek, then helping her carry her suitcase out to the car.

  Finally I stood on the edge of our driveway and waved her off down the street, still in my pajamas and dressing gown.

  It was early on Saturday morning — my weekend alone had finally arrived, and Alison would be away at her training course until late on the Sunday night. That gave me over thirty six hours to do whatever I naughty things I wanted!

  It had been so long since I’d had any time like this, to explore my kinky secret side, and as I turned and headed back into the house, I felt my stomach swirling with excitement and anticipation at the thought of all the dirty fun I was going to get up to.

  But first things first, I closed all the curtains; after all, I didn’t want any of our neighbors spying in on me.

  Then I padded out through the backdoor, still in my slippers, and down the dusty little path to the garage, where I’d hidden my recent online purchases.

  Finally I eagerly brought all my new toys and items upstairs to the bedroom and took them out of their packages, laying them neatly on the bed, surveying my purchases: all those silky, sexy panties to try on, and that wig, that big realistic dildo and bottle of lube. I felt my cock twitch a little as I gazed down at it. It was built to look just like a real cock, right down to the smallest details such as veins and balls and the delicious pearly pink color of the head. I desperately wanted to just grab it right now and fuck myself silly with it, but I knew that I would enjoy all this even more if I really took my time, slow and steady, stringing out my pleasure for as long as I possible could.

  So I left everything there on the bed and went through to the en-suite bathroom, stripping off my pajamas and running a nice hot shower. As I waited for the water to really heat up, I took a long hard look at myself in the floor-length mirror that stood in the corner of the room.

  I was still in pretty good shape for a guy my age.

  My body had remained slim and toned, I was lightly tanned, and I’d trimmed my pubic hair back to a neat little patch and shaved my balls too. I had a pretty big, thick cock which I’d always been rather proud of, and as I looked my body over in the mirror, I allowed myself a couple of tugs on it, just until it thickened and stiffened a little, reaching half-mast, my balls tightening nicely beneath it.

  Then I jumped into the shower and soaped myself fully, paying extra attention to my cock, balls and ass. I worked my eager soapy fingers deep into my asshole, making sure that I was thoroughly clean and ready. Then, when I was satisfied, I got out and toweled myself off.

  And then, with a pounding heart, I finally made my way back into the bedroom, ready to have a little kinky fun …

  The first thing I did was to take some of Alison’s feminine body lotion from the cabinet and rub it into my tingling flesh. I liked the way the silky butter made my skin feel, all kind of glossy-looking, and I liked the way it smelled too: sweet and girly and sexy.

  Next I pulled on my wig for the very first time. I sat down at Alison’s little mirrored dresser unit to straighten and adjust it, noticing with a sharp shiver of delight that I actually looked pretty damn good in it! I mean, I wasn’t going to fool anyone just yet, but I’d already made sure to have a close shave that morning and if I squinted my eyes and pouted, I could maybe have just about passed for a MILF.

  I hadn’t planned on putting on any make up, but my eye strayed down to the selection right there in front of me, and it seemed such a shame not to at least try a little. So I just lightly dusted my face with powder, and then put on some bright red lipstick — unlike the usual sensible shades that Alison normally wore. She must have bought this one for a fancy dress costume or something …

  Once I’d done my face and adjusted my wig to perfection, I stood up and turned once more to my goodies on the bed.

  My eye was immediately drawn to those bright pink panties. I picked them up and examined them really closely. It still felt so thrilling to hold something las girly as this; so strange and skimpy and unusual for a regular guy like me. I’d never been with a girl who wore thong panties, you see, so there was something especially exciting and curious about them, and it often turned me on to think of all those teenage girls, walking around, wearing these little stringy things beneath their jeans or yoga pants.

  I stepped into the panties and pulled them up gently, feeling them slip sensuously over my thighs and then that tight little strip of cloth at the back sliding snugly between my buttocks and resting gently against my asshole. I pulled them up tight around my waist, enjoying the large bulge that my cock and balls made at the front of the pretty, stretchy pink material.

  I strode around the bedroom in them for a while, focussing on just how they felt, imagining what it would be like to be a girl wearing them all day long. Wouldn’t you just be constantly turned on? Because that was how I felt. I could already feel my cock swelling and hardening, even though I hadn’t touched it, and soon it would be popping out the front of my panties.

  I turned my focus back to the bed, lifting up the little lace vest top and pulling that on too. Once my outfit was complete, I walked back through to the en-suite bathroom and took in my full appearance.

  Fuck, I looked good!

  At the sight of myself, my cock swelled and twitched, finally jutting up and out of the top of the pretty elasticated material of my panties, the head already slicked wet with precum.

  I cupped my balls through the panties, enjoying the feel of them, all tight and snug beneath that stretchy pink fabric.

  Then I strutted back through to the bedroom again, liking the sexy feel of the thong between my ass cheeks.

  I could finally take it no more; I had to have that dildo up inside me.

  So I took the lube off the bed and squirted a generous portion into my hand, then tugged my thong to one side and massaged the liquid tenderly into my tight asshole. My fingers slipped easily inside and I groaned and shivered a little, enjoying the naughty sensation.

  I looked down at my dick, which was rock solid now and jutting up prominently from above the waistband of my panties. I didn’t touch it, though. My focus was still completely on my ass.

  I took the dildo off the bed, squirted some more lube onto its tip, and worked the slimy clear liquid up and down this thick semi-hard dong. It was just about as big and thick as my own dick and as I got it nice and lubed up, I wondered if I should have perhaps started with something a little smaller. This looked like quite a big toy to start me out in the world of anal pleasures.

  It had a suction cup base, so I took it through to the bathroom once more, sticking it to the tiles, then squatting gingerly over it, feeling its tip finally touch against my hole.

  I watched myself in the mirror as I slowly took this big thick dildo right the way up my ass, feeling it stretch me open with a sweet kind of pain that caused my cock to twitch and throb.

  I groaned as one inch after another slipped up my hole. And then with a thrust of my hips, it was completely inside me, right up to the balls. I began to gently bounce up and down on it, groaning, feeling my new long hair swinging around silkily over my bare shoulder
s. I massaged my pecs through the flimsy little vest top, enjoying the feeling of my nipples stiffening, savoring the hot new sensation of this big thick pole — as big and thick as my own dick! — fucking my tight little ass.

  And I looked down between my legs, at my cock which was still sticking up, rock hard, from the top of the waistband of my pink thong panties.

  I could feel a distant sensation of orgasm building inside me, even without touching my dick at all, and I knew that if I just continued bouncing up and down on this big cock, I would surely cum …

  “Ugh!” I grunted, as an especially powerful shiver of pleasure ran through my body.

  I picked up my pace, really bouncing hard now on the dick now, throwing my head back in ecstasy and closing my eyes, my hair swishing around.

  And when I opened them again, I saw something in the mirror that I couldn’t quite believe.

  There, standing behind me in the doorway, was Alison …

  “Oh baby, this isn’t what it looks like,” I pleaded weakly, still there on my knees on the bathroom floor, my heart hammering and my stomach swirling with nerves and the shock of what had just happened, one hand moving towards my wig to tug it off, the other moving to my groin, uselessly trying to shield the view of my panties and that big dildo that was still plunged to the hilt in my asshole. “I was just … messing around …”

  “Who said you could speak, slut,” Alison interrupted, her voice way more cold and forceful than usual.

  Slut? I thought. What the hell?

  “I’m sorry,” I said quietly.

  “Hands by your sides. Don’t move until I tell you.”

  So I did as I was told, moving my hands back down by my sides, exposing once again my cock (which had now gone down just a little) and my balls, making a great big bulge in the front of my pink panties.

  As Alison walked into the bathroom and began to slowly circle me, I heard a strange ticking sound, and when I looked down at her feet I realized she was wearing a pair of shiny black stiletto heels. This certainly wasn’t the kind of thing she normally wore on her feet, and if I remembered correctly, it wasn’t what she’d worn as she left the house just an hour or so ago, either …

  I looked up at her. The rest of her body was covered in a long, black trench coat, again not the kind of attire that Alison would normally dress in. And when she stepped beneath the light of the bathroom, I noticed with a shiver of excitement and surprise that her hair was covered by a wig, too — a deep purple bob.

  Her face was done up in full makeup, much more bold and striking than usual. She’d circled her eyes in thick black mascara and her lips, like mine, were painted a bright and vivid red.

  “So you like big cocks do you, slut?” Alison said in the same cold voice as before.

  I scanned her face, noticing the faint trace of a smile on her lips.

  I nodded, ashamed.

  “Well, you won’t mind sucking on my cock then, will you slut?”

  And at this, she drew back her trench coat to reveal a huge black realistic strap-on that protruded from a black leather harness around her groin. Her slim body was clad in a black latex bodysuit, and her full breasts were completely exposed, only cupped from below to keep them firmly in place. I noticed her nipples were hard and puckered; a sure-fire sign that she was getting just as turned on by this new game as I was.

  She thrust her hips towards me, that big black tool bobbing a little as it inched towards my face. She stepped forward, nudging it urgently against my lips.

  “Suck it, slut,” she commanded.

  “Y-yes mistress,” I murmured.

  I don’t know why the term ‘mistress’ popped into my head, but it seemed fitting in the situation. She was in charge now. This wasn’t the Alison I knew, the Alison I’d spent eleven years of married life with. No way. This was someone new, a cruel mistress with a big black bobbing cock that needed sucking.

  I opened my mouth and she thrust her big dick roughly inside it.

  I gagged and moaned as she aggressively began to fuck my mouth, holding my head in place as she slid her cock in and out from between my parted lips, causing my saliva to spill over my bottom lip and slick down my chin, dangling off in shiny cords.

  I even felt her thick cockhead nudging right at the back of my throat and I gagged and whimpered, feeling the hot tears welling up at the corners of my eyes.

  So this was what it felt like to be used, to be a subservient little cock slut, to be fucked in the mouth by a big black dick, with another thick cock stuffed up your asshole.

  And it turned out, I liked it!

  I moaned, this time from a deep wave of pleasure that flooded powerfully through me, and, almost involuntarily, I began to move my hips once more, bouncing up and down on that dildo that was still buried deep in my ass, feeling its thick girth sliding in and out from between my parted cheeks.

  “That’s right, slut,” Alison hissed meanly. “Take that dick in your ass while you suck me. That’s it. I can see how much you like it. I can see your cock getting hard in your panties …”

  I looked down between my legs, and sure enough, my dick had swollen once again, poking up urgently from the waistband of my thong once more, a big bead of precum collecting on its tip as it pulsed and twitched.

  “Ungh!” I groaned, a pure animal sound, my mouth stuffed full of Alison’s big black cock. “Ungh! Ugnh!”

  And then she pulled herself roughly from my mouth with a big wet pop, leaving me gasping and begging for more.

  “Stand up, slut,” she commanded. “And follow me …”

  I pulled myself gingerly off the dildo, feeling it slip out of my ass, my hole quickly clenching closed again, sending another delicious tremble around my body. I got to my feet, my legs as wobbly as jello, and then turned and followed Alison back through to the bedroom. She’d thrown off her trench coat by now, and I registered with a pang of shock and excitement that she was wearing a tiny black g-string; just the tightest, flimsiest little strip of fabric disappearing between her sumptuous ass cheeks, and it looked so hot — so very different to the usual cream-colored granny panties that she normally wore. This was just getting better and better!

  Then she turned around to face me, her big fake dick swinging nastily between her legs, now shiny and dripping with my saliva.

  “Get on the bed, slut. On all fours.”

  I knew exactly what she intended for me next, and I nodded eagerly, unable to keep the smile off my face. I caught Alison’s eye, and for the briefest moment I saw a smile break out on her face too, but then she quickly hid it again, framing her features once more into those of a strict, cruel mistress.

  I climbed up onto the bed and positioned myself with my ass pointing towards her, high in the air. I wondered what I must look like: my long black wig, my little lace vest, my tight pink thong.

  As if in response, I felt her hand slap hard against my right buttock.

  I cried out with shock and pleasure.

  She slapped me again, then I felt her hand move roughly between my legs from behind, cupping my tight swollen balls for a moment, then running up towards the cleft off my butt.

  She tugged my thong sharply to once side, then touched something cold and hard against my asshole. It was her big black dildo.

  I groaned, a deep low groan, as she began to feed herself inside me, stretching me open with her dick.

  This felt even bigger and thicker than my previous dildo, and I was glad that I’d had a little practice. Fuck! This one felt like it might split me right in two. I reached down between my legs to grab my dick, but a hand slapped my fingers away.

  “No touching yourself, Slut!” she hissed.

  So I put my hand back down on the bed in front of me and arched my back, offering my ass up to her, feeling her slip her big thick tool deep inside me.

  “That’s it, slut, take my cock,” she cried.

  I moaned and groaned, wondering how much more of this massive tool I could fit, but then just on the
brink of unbearable pain, it began sliding out again. Then sliding in. Then sliding out. And slowly, Alison began to fuck me, using a steady rhythm that my shivering body began to enjoy.

  “You like that?” she said, slapping my ass cheeks with both hands. “You like that, little slut?”

  “Yes mistress!” I groaned, savoring the feel of that big dick pounding my ass roughy now, getting faster and harder.

  And once again, just like in the bathroom, I felt the distant sensations of orgasm building up inside me, even though I wasn’t touching myself. It got stronger and stronger and I began to shiver and bite my lip.

  “Oh fuck, I think I’m gonna cum!” I cried out.

  “Not yet you’re not!” Alison hissed, quickly pulling her strap-on fully out of my ass. “Get on your back, slut. I wanna see your cum!”

  So I quickly turned and got onto my back, throwing my legs up in the air, over my shoulders.

  Alison positioned herself, standing at the side of the bed, gripping me behind my knees, touching her cock once more to my spasming hole. We both looked down at my rock-hard cock between my legs as she slowly fed herself once more inside me, my stretched asshole this time happily accommodating her big black dick. We both watched my cock, which was jutting out from the waistband of my thong, as it twitched and jerked with each new thrust of Alison’s hips. I felt the orgasm build again inside me, stronger and more powerful than any I’d previously known.

  “Here it comes!” I announced, staring in shock at my dick, watching its head swell up for a moment, all shiny and red, and then the first of a series of hard powerful squirts, sending thick ropes of cum out onto my bare stomach, some even going onto my little vest top and around my pecs and my neck and chin. I stuck out my tongue, tasting a final few drops of the salty liquid. Fuck. I never normally came as much or as hard as that!