by D. L. Savage
As Alison watched my cock spurt its cum, transfixed, her hands moved to her breasts, pinching her hard puckered nipples for a moment, her mouth opening and closing, her tongue licking her lips in anticipation.
She groaned too, then quickly slid her dildo out of my ass, fumbling urgently with the straps at her waist, then stepping out of the contraption. The moment her pussy was accessible again, she began touching it, roughly stuffing two fingers into herself and fucking herself with her own fingers as she fell forward, licking up all the cum she could find from my belly and cock.
“Stay just where you are, slut, now it’s my turn to come,” she instructed between licks, greedily cleaning up my trembling belly and still-hard dick.
She climbed around so that her legs were thrown over my face, her wet pussy only inches from my mouth, her own lips closing around my cock head, gently suckling on it as she finger-fucked herself, and I heard that familiar squelching sound which signaled one of Alison’s — very rare — squirting orgasms. She could only ever achieve them when she was really, really turned on, so I felt excited that this episode had been just as fun for her as it had been for me.
“Oh fuck!” she squealed, my floppy wet cock falling from her open mouth now as she shuddered and came, her pussy squirting and hissing its juices in a series of powerful clear jets, first into my mouth, then quickly spilling out again, flowing down over my chin and neck, all hot and wet and delicious.
“But how in the world did you know …” I began, once we were both lying, cuddling, on top of the rumpled bed sheets afterwards.
We were both sweaty and trembling from our incredibly intense orgasms, and I felt so glad and excited that Alison seemed to have gotten just as much out of this experience as I had.
“We have a joint bank account, stupid,” she said with a cheeky smile. “You think I didn’t see what you’d been buying? And the garage cupboard? Come on! That’s not exactly the world’s best hiding place!”
“Oh …” I said, still unable to fully get my head around it all. So she knew. She knew what I’d been planning all along …
“But what about your training course?” I asked, still confused about this final piece of the puzzle.
“It’s the freaking weekend, dummy,” she said, unable to keep the huge grin off her face. “When do I ever go to work at the weekends?”
And at this I laughed and brought her to me, kissing her hard and passionately on the lips.
I knew that this new role-playing was only going to be something we did every now and again — that our normal vanilla sex life would resume too — but it felt so incredibly exciting to think that we both had a whole other world to explore together, too.
“I love you so much,” I said, happy that Alison was now part of my kinky secret life.
“And I love you too … slut,” she said with a wink.
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6
Sissy in Training
Mistress Helen is very strict. I’ve only known her for a few weeks, but she’s been training me up to be a good little slut. Each evening, in her apartment, she will let me choose a new outfit to put on, and she will show me just how to do my hair and my make up. I alway choose the most slutty choice of clothing: tight bodysuits and thong panties and little mini-skirts and hold-up stockings and heels.
And once I’m dressed in one of these sexy, skimpy outfits, and I have my wig on just right, and mistress has helped me with my make up, then I will be allowed to look at myself in the large mirror in her bedroom.
I have to say, I look pretty good — almost like like a real girl.
I get such a thrill, looking at myself, turning to show my pretty little ass, lifting up my mini-skirt to show off my buttocks and my pink thong panties. Looking at myself like that, I’ll get so horny that I feel my cock grow stiff between my legs, all tight and snug beneath the stretchy elastic of the panties …
“I think you’re ready, Slut,” Mistress Helen said one evening, as I was admiring myself happily in the mirror. (That’s what she always called me: Slut.) “I think it’s time.”
“Time for what?” I asked, feeling a sudden flutter of nerves in my tummy.
“Time to teach you a lesson, Slut.”
I decided not to ask any more questions, as I didn’t want to anger Mistress Helen. Instead I just nodded my head and wondered what she could possibly mean.
“Here, put this on,” she said, holding out a long black raincoat.
Put that on? I thought. But that meant we were going outside, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to go outside in my new girly clothes and make up just yet.
“But …” I stammered.
“But what?” Mistress Helen snapped back, and I felt a shiver of shock run through me.
“Nothing Mistress,” I said quickly, taking the raincoat from her hand and putting it on, tying its belt tightly around my waist.
It came down to my calves. Was I really going to go out like this, in my wig and make up and heels? What if someone saw me? I knew people in this city. Would they recognize me. I wasn’t sure I was ready for this just yet … I opened my mouth to stammer my reluctance, but the look Mistress Helen gave me stopped me in my tracks.
Her vibrant green eyes were narrowed at me, and her long red hair was shining in the light of her apartment, and I knew then that I would do whatever she told me to.
When we stepped into the street, I notices with relief that it had already gone dark for the evening, and there were only a few pedestrians hurrying along the sidewalk, none of them looking in our direction.
“This way, Slut,” Mistress Helen said loudly, not caring if anyone looked at us or hear her voice.
She was so loud, so confident, so unlike me — a cowering little sissy slut next to her.
I took her arm as she led the way, our high heels clicking loudly on the concrete of the sidewalk, and as we passed a group of businessmen, I worried for a moment that their number might even contain someone I knew, but no, they were strangers. A couple of them noticed me, and I saw them digging each other in the ribs and leering, and I felt my heart quicken and a cold sweat breaking out on my skin. But none of them actually said anything, and soon we had passed them.
We were heading into the sleazy, red-light part of the city, and I wondered again just what Mistress Helen had planned for us.
As I walked, I savored the sensation of the cold air on my bare buttocks beneath my little mini-skirt, and the strange wedgie-like sensation of my thong between my butt cheeks, rubbing softly against my asshole with each new step I took.
“There,” Mistress Helen said, pointing out the neon sign of the store front opposite us. XXX ADULT VIDEOS, it said in bright electric pink. “That’s where we’re going.”
“Very good, Mistress,” I said, hoping I was pleasing her.
“After you, Slut,” she said with a smile, and so I led the way, crossing the street and then, with a nervous flutter of excitement rushing all around my body, pushed open the door to the Adult Video store and stepped inside …
The clerk at the counter looked up at me from his magazine for a moment, then carried on reading. He had greasy grey hair and a rash of spots around his mouth. I looked around the store. There were a few guys browsing around the edges of the room. One in particular was dressed in jeans and a sweater, and looked around the same age as me, strolling casually amongst the aisles of DVDs and magazines, but a few of the other guys were a little older, they looked rather creepy and weird, their dirty little eyes flicking over to me and Mistress Helen as we walked down the aisles.
I could feel the small, bloodshot eyes of the clerk at the counter fixed on me now, too, and he was obviously wondering what we were up to.
My heart was pounding hard in my chest, and I wasn’t too sure either, but then Mistress Helen took the lead.
“This way, slut,” she said, loud enough for the whole room to hear.
Then she turned and walked towards the back of the room, to a smal
l curtained off doorway with a sign above it that read ‘Video Arcade’.
I gulped back my nerves, then turned and then followed Mistress Helen.
Behind the curtain, was a long dark corridor. It was dimly lit, and there were doors to private video booths set out on either side. A few had red lights glowing on above them which I assumed meant they were occupied, but there was one right at the far end of the corridor on the right which seemed empty, and Mistress Helen strode confidently towards it opening the door and then quickly stepping into the dark cabin. I went in behind her, closing the door firmly behind me.
The smell hit me in a musty wave: a pungent, heady mixture of sweat and sperm.There was a large video screen on the far wall, with a slot beneath it to feed in dollar bills, and down in the corner of the room was a stack of paper towels and a waste paper basket, filled with crumpled balls of jizz-stained tissue.
Mistress Helen fished in her little black shoulder bag for money and fed a few dollar notes into the slot, pressing the buttons randomly until a porno came on: a film of a girl getting fucked by two beefy oiled studs. But I was too busy taking in my surroundings to really focus on the screen.
As the sighs of the girl on-screen filled our little cabin, my eye strayed downwards to the remaining wall and that’s when I saw the hole — a simple rectangle cut out of the black-painted wall about at waist height.
I knew exactly what it was, and that’s when I finally worked out just why Mistress Helen had brought me here.
“Think you’re ready to be a good little slut and suck some cock?” she said, noticing where my gaze was fixed.
I nodded, feeling a shiver of anticipation run through me.
Was I ready?
Was I ready to take this to the next level? To turn into a real slut?
Sure, I’d fantasized about doing something like this a million times before, but this was different. This was reality. In reality, I’d never done anything even remotely gay.
The moans and sighs of the woman on screen filled the little cabin, and Mistress Helen put her hands on my shoulders, guiding me towards the hole. She knelt me down in front of it, and I was about to lean forward to peer through — to see if there was someone in the next booth — but just then something began to slowly slide through the hole and into my side of the booth: a thick, fully erect cock.
It was large and well-formed, and I could feel a trembling electric nervousness fluttering around my stomach as I knelt before this unfamiliar cock and really looked at it properly. It was way bigger than mine, and a pale pink color, although the mushroom head was pretty dark and shiny. What I could see of the pubic hair was trimmed neatly above it, and the balls were clean and shaved. It had a scent to it, too, kind of like cologne, and I imagined the owner washing it and carefully preparing himself before coming here.
It must have been about seven or eight inches long, and when I reached out to wrap my hand around it for the first time, I found I could only just about close my fingers around it.
It felt almost rock-solid, and I found myself licking my lips as I stroked it back and forth, knowing that soon, very soon, I would have that swollen purple mushroom head in my mouth, and I would become the dirty little slut that I so wanted me to be: a horny cum-loving cock slut, my mouth stuffed full of a complete stranger’s meaty dick, sucking it eagerly for cum.
As I jacked it, I wondered who he was. Whether this guy on the other side of the wall was someone I might have passed on the street? Someone from my work? I wondered what he looked like, too, and it felt so hot that I would never know.
I spread my legs a little, my mini-skirt riding up around my thighs, and I parted my lips, extended my tongue, and gently licked all the way up the shaft of this big anonymous dick before me, from the base right to the tip, the way I’d seen girls on pornos do.
It tasted a little salty, just faintly, and I felt a shiver of excitement run through me as I sensed the heat of his flesh on my tongue. I ran my tongue right up over the tip of his cock head, feeling the change in texture of his skin — the incredible velvety smoothness of his throbbing purple head, and I tasted the sweetly salty tang of his precum, which was oozing now in great clear beads from the slit of his cock.
As I brought my face away for a moment, again drinking in this large cock before me with my eyes, I felt it twitch and throb in my grip once more. I felt something else, too: my own cock swelling and growing hard in my panties.
Fuck, this was so hot, and I’d not even sucked on it yet.
I turned to look up at Mistress Helen, who was standing behind me, watching me sternly.
“Well, go on, slut,” she said, sternly. “What are you waiting for. Suck it!”
And so, with a final involuntary shiver of pleasure, I leant forward and guiding the purple cock head towards my open mouth. I touched it gently against my tongue, then slowly closed my mouth around it. Oh fuck, it seemed to fill my mouth up completely: with its taste, with its size, with its warmth, and I could feel it softly pulsing against my tongue, in time to the stranger’s heartbeat.
Very slowly and sensuously, I began to jack it, at the same time sucking up and down on the fleshy, velvety, spongy head, letting it slip back and forth between my lips. I remembered that there was a small sensitive patch of skin just below my cock head that always seemed to get me off whenever I focussed on it, and I began to flick at the same place on this anonymous stranger’s cock with my tongue, wondering if he too found that an erogenous zone. As if in answer, I felt his cock swell even more in my mouth! It was such a hot feeling, to have a throbbing anonymous cock fill my mouth up completely like that, and I heard him moan softly from behind the thin, dirty wall: a low, manly groan.
I too let out a soft moan of my own, muffled by this thick wet cock in my mouth. I pulled it free for a moment with a loud wet pop, then slapped it a few times against my outstretched tongue, lost in a moment of complete animal lust and abandonment, and I felt Mistress Helen’s hand touch my shoulder.
“Very good, slut,” she said encouragingly. “You’re an even better cocksucker than I’d hoped!”
High on this encouragement — and let me tell you, it was rare to ever hear a nice word from Mistress Helen! — I crammed the pulsing cock back in my mouth again, flicking my tongue against the base of his head, tasting those pulsing drops of precum, oozing out from his slit, and massaging his tight, hairless balls, while jacking his slicked veiny rod, working him rhythmically like that. He groaned again and again, and I was lost for a while in the repetitious rhythm of it. I felt like I could just suck and suck him like this forever. But then finally he mumbled from behind the thin wall, “Fuck, that’s it!”
I felt his cock head pulse again in my mouth, growing and swelling for a moment, and then, before I could decide whether to take his cum in my mouth or not, I felt the first hot jet of cum squirt hard against the roof of my mouth. It pulsed again, and again, each time sending a hot glob of sour, salty cum splashing deep into my throat. And as this horny stranger squirted into my mouth, I felt my cock throbbing and tingling.
I’d never tasted another man’s cum before, but I gulped it down like a good little slut, even running it around my mouth and savoring the salty bleach-like taste of it.
I sucked every last drop of cum from that strange cock, just as I knew Mistress Helen wanted me to, and I swallowed it all down like a good little slut, licking and smacking my gooey wet lips afterwards and showing her my empty mouth.
“Very good, slut. Very good.”
I fell back against the far wall for a moment, my whole body now shuddering and shivering with pleasure and surprise at what I had just done. It was like something had taken over me; as if my real inner slut had taken control of my body. And when I looked up again at Mistress Helen, I noticed that beneath her black silk blouse, I could just about make out the hard points of her nipples.
Was she getting turned on too? I wondered.
I looked over at the now-empty hole in the wall of the booth
. Through it, I could just about make out the shape of that stranger, tugging his pants back up, buckling his belt, and then I heard the door to the booth open and close.
I had only a moment or two to compose myself, before I heard the door open once again, and I sensed another stranger in the booth next to mine.
I got back to my knees, and this time, while I waited for whatever was to come through the hole, I tugged my hard cock free from my panties and began softly jacking it, too.
With delight, I saw a fresh new cock sliding through the hole.
This second cock was much shorter than the first, maybe five inches long at most, with a bright red, shiny helmet. There were a few big blue veins running up its sides and I could feel the intense heat radiating from it as I brought my face right up close to it. There was a faintly musty, unwashed smell coming from it, but it was nothing too unpleasant, and with a trembling hand I reached out to grasp its shaft. It was no where near as thick as the last cock, but it felt extremely hard.
I extended my tongue and ran it lightly over the hairy balls, which tasted pungent, salty and sweaty, then up the thick smooth shaft towards this second stranger’s throbbing red cock head. Finally, I moistened my lips, opened my mouth and just as I was about to take it into my mouth, from behind the thin wall I heard a deep grunt and I felt him stiffen and spasm in my hand, the head bulging even larger for a moment, before shooting out a thick jet of warm cum.
This time the gooey mess landed on my lacy top and some on my neck. The cock squirted again, then again, some of the thick cum spattering on the floor of the cubicle in front of me, some messing up my clothes, some even landing on my own hard cock.
So I reached down to masturbate myself, using the stranger’s sticky cum as lube.