Bitch-Clit

"Please Sir, use some lube, pleeeaaasee" is all I could ask before feeling his massive cock plunder my bleached white asshole. Moments earlier, Sir forced me onto my hands and knees on the thick, lush green grass. My bikini bottom pulled aside and his strong hands on my hips. Sir mounts me like an animal. His feet outside my thighs as I feel him push into my tight, dry hole. My head rises as I cry out at the pain of being taken this way before dropping between my shoulders in resignation.

Sir grunts with each thrust and I soon feel his hairy groin slamming my smooth bare bum. His heavy balls swing and slap with each downward thrust. I push back through the pain of being so roughly sodomized to greet his thrusts. Sir loves when I am an active participant. And through it all, I feel my small bulge tighten in the gusset of my bikini. My bikini top is untied and my small breasts feel the cool breeze of the expansive back yard. His thick cock now slamming deep into my sleeve for his pleasure. His cock is thick and long, impressive really and Sir knows how to use it so well.

Rolling my hips, moaning and drooling as I feel Sir ride me hard. He grunts and I know what is to come next. Sir grabs hold of my long blonde hair and pulls back my skull. And then the unloads into my bowels. His cock fills me and his semen blasts deep within me. "Oh fuuuuuck." I moan as Sir breeds his bitch and I take all his semen. I grip his shaft and milk his heavy balls. I want it all, I need all of his cum. My hair released and my head falls forward. I feel Sir pull from me and leaving me to gape on the grass. A soft whine from my lips as the tension passes and my bitch-clit aches untouched and unsatisfied.

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After a moment to catch my breath, I reach back and move the bikini bottom into proper place. Getting to my feet, I slip on my heels and retie the bikini top to cover my small breasts and lewd nipples. I find my butt plug on the grass and brush it off before pushing it back in

Walking into the house with head high, I see Sir having a drink with his beautiful wife, Carrie Anne. Whereas he is in slacks, collared shirt and loafers, Carrie Anne is barely dressed at all. She beckons me over and offers her tumbler to me. As I take a sip of her tequila on ice, her hand caresses the wet spot in the back of my bikini. She looks past me to her husband. His handsome face smiles, "you know dear how much I like to fuck him on the grass." 'Him', Sir knows how much it embarrasses me when he calls me by male pronouns after all this time and his money to create me in such female likeness.

Sir and Carrie Anne are having their late afternoon cocktail. "May I shower, Sir? I had been lying in the hot sun for some time before you mounted me and I'm sure I look a fright."

"Don't be silly, boy, you look wonderful, Cagna (pronounced Kan-ya). But before you do, come over here and get naked for us." I walk towards Sir and away from Carrie Anne. Untying my top then bending over to slip off my bottom. I'm sure Carrie Anne saw the large round-headed plug between my cheeks holding back the cum. Sirs hand teased my medically modified penis mound when I stood back up where only my heels.

I have been something of a science experiment for them and Sirs surgeon brother. I have not always been excited about the changes but I consented to them years prior. My bitch-clit as we've long taken to calling what was once my penis only extends two inches from my groin when I'm fully aroused. It is primarily the flared head of a circumsized penis with one inch of shaft. The remainder of shaft and scrotum was surgically placed within my groin making it appear as if removed. I had average size genitals prior to the surgery. Now, it typically looks like just a nub in my panty. With the Summer tanning season upon us, I've recently shaved the pubes so I'm smooth in the groin and unable to hide my bitch-clit embarrassment.

While Sir gently fondles the head, I feel Carrie Anne move against me. Her hand softly caresses my ass cheeks and her warm kisses pepper my right shoulder and neck. Pre-arousal slime coats the fingertips of Sir as I sway between them. Carrie Anne teases the fat plug wedged inside me and elicits a soft moan from my lips. Soon enough, my full two inches are on display as I love being their toy and having my body toyed with by them. Her hand slaps my ass, "Okay, off you go ... take that shower before dinner." Sirs hand slips from me and I softly moan my disappointment before picking up my bikini and swishing my ass off to the shower.

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Five feet nine inches tall, I always felt a bit short when I presented as male. But now, especially wearing my typical three-inch heels in public, I always feel statuesque. Years earlier, Carrie Anne put me on a strict diet that I mostly adhere to this day. And the body sculpting surgeries have created a body that often turns heads by both men and women. The warm water courses over my skin as I stand and slowly turn. I free the plug from my bussy - my asshole that has been renamed by Carrie Anne - and push the nozzle deep inside to clean myself thoroughly.

Feeling the warm water from the nozzle takes my mind back to the first time with Sir. It was in Chicago and I was helping a friend cater an event. I wore a tuxedo and had my then light brown hair in a man bun with a light beard on my face. I had noticed this striking gentleman while serving hors d'oeuvres but thought nothing more of him. As I was clearing the plates, he struck up a casual conversation by asking me if Chicago was home. The next thing I knew, I was meeting him in the hotel bar of the Four Seasons where he was staying. I was still in my tuxedo but he asked me if I'd let my hair down while we shared a drink. He spoke in a casual way but there was a quality to his mannerisms that suggested he was not always so casual.

His Bourbon and my beer finished, he suggested I go to his room with him. At the time, I was mostly with women but I did mess around with men friends from time to time. His suite was unlike any I had been in previously. He offered me a bourbon from the decanter and while he poured two glasses, he told me to strip. He didn't raise his voice, just saying it calmly with a stern demeanor. I was a little shocked but I knew why I had gone to his room. I was down to undershirt and briefs when he handed me the glass. He had removed his coat and tie but was otherwise still dressed. His left hand pushed into my briefs to grope my cock. He seemed to like what he found since his hand stayed there until I was nearly erect while he drank his bourbon.

"Finish your drink, get naked and go get on the bed, Adam. I will be in shortly." The maid had already turned down the comforter and top sheet so I just slid over the softest bottom sheet I had ever felt. I could hear him on the phone - I couldn't hear him well but it sounded like he was saying good night to a wife or girlfriend. He entered the room and removed all his clothes, taking the time to hang the tuxedo on the hanger. His cock hung down and dangled as he walked towards me. I could tell he would be something when erect. He sat on the bed leaning against the headboard. His left hand reached over and pulled my face onto his lap.

I rubbed my cheek and lips against his cock as I felt my longish hair spill around his groin. He is a hairy man. At the time, the hairs of groin, belly and thighs were black but they have begun to grey in recent months. Anyway, I put his cock to my lips and began to suck. His hand was firm yet gentle as he stroked my head and hair. As I took more of his head and shaft into my mouth, I could feel him beginning to firm with arousal. I really didn't have all that much experience giving head so feeling him get hard gave me confidence. I moved forward and began to bob on his cock. His hand touched my shoulders and upper back as I sucked for what seemed thirty minutes. He was using my mouth and my jaw could feel the attention of being stretched around him for so long.

He pulled my face from his groin. I had drool coating my chin and his cock. "You don't have a lot of experience doing this do you, Adam?" He asked in a kind way and I told him not too much. "And have you been fucked?" His hand stroked his thick erection as he asked. I pushed on my elbows to sit somewhat alongside him. My hand took the place of his on his cock. I could feel my own dick being hard.

"Only one time. And it hurt," adding with a bit of a chuckle knowing why he asked.

"Well Adam, I would like to fuck you. And as you have learned, my cock is not small." His hand rubbed my jaw as if sensing the ache from the prolonged sucking. "If you'd rather not, just be honest. We'll continue what we were doing then I'll ask you to leave. If you give me your ass, I'll ask you to stay the night and buy us breakfast before my flight in the morning." He was always so calm and matter-of-fact. I felt no pressure other than I felt like he was offering me something I had never imagined.

I told him I'd like to try. He told me to first pour him another drink and one for myself if I'd like then go to the bathroom and get the grey tube in the top right-hand drawer. I slipped off the bed and padded out to the living area. Two glasses with ice and bourbon and returned to the bedroom. My dick was hanging somewhat limp as I walked. I noticed him noticing even though he had not touched it. Returning with the grey tubed lube, he patted for me to join him on the bed once more. He told me to stroke him while we shared the drink and I did.

He asked about my background and family as he sipped on the bourbon and enjoyed my hand stroking him. I told him I had a two-year degree in business but had to quit for money reasons. I have a sister that lives in Michigan but no other family. He told me to finish my drink and get on all fours. The lube gushed against my crack and he let it run down toward my hole before using his fingers to push a bit inside me. Wiping his fingers on the sheets, I then felt the mattress move and knew he was behind me. Left hand holding the head of his cock, his right hand pressed to my hipbone. "Take a couple deep breaths, Adam and try to relax. It will feel tight at first but I can almost guarantee you it will feel great by the time I'm finished."

I took two deep breaths, exhaling slowly each time as I felt his wide mushroom rubbing on the crinkle of my anus. As I let the second breath leave my lips, he pressed himself firmly into me. I opened with the lube and the force of his body. My mouth opened as he pushed deeper. His left hand took my hip and he now held me with strong hands. Each push went a little deeper. Each pull I could feel my body ache. He squirted more lube then pushed in much deeper. My fingers clawed at the sheets as the pressure was intense. That fat cock I had in my mouth was now plunging into my tight ringed asshole. He kept talking softly, giving me encouragement to take more and more of him.

Then I felt his hairy groin and belly pressing to my butt. My head slowly turned to see him lording over me with a wide smile. "I told you Adam ... I knew you could take me. And now, we fuck." He began to long stroke my ass. He would pull back and ram himself all the way into my hole. My tummy twisted as I felt his wide mushroom head plunging into me over and over. I tossed my head and light brown hair swung from one side to the other. His cock began to feel so good inside me. My dick went from swinging to stiff as he rode over my prostate with each stroke. My balls swelled with lust the longer we fucked. As I had witnessed with the blowjob earlier, his self-control was - and still is - amazing. In and out he stroked. Each stroke took him root deep into my hole.

Then his pace quickened and his thrusts intensified. The pleasure returned to some pain as his hard cock slammed my sleeve. My head dropped so forehead pressed the sheets even as his hands held my ass up high. And then I felt his cum explode into me. He grunted with each thrust. And each thrust created more cum in my bum. Five, six, seven strokes then he pulled out and fell backwards onto the sheets. My asshole gaped from his girth. "Turn around Adam - I want to watch you jerk off." I fell onto my side with my ass on fire and my cock trembling with need. Took me only a few strokes and I was cumming like a volcano shooting all over my belly, chest and sheets. He gave a soft golf club at my orgasm.

He pulled me close and we drifted off to sleep in this amazing suite. I awoke to him sitting on the sheets sipping a cup of coffee and reading the news on his phone. He casually uncovered his erection. And I climbed over his thigh to put him in my mouth. I began to suck his cock and slobber all over the shaft. After a few, he sat down his cup and phone and put his hand to the back of my head. I felt him press to the back of my mouth. My lips slid against his shaft as I bobbed on his cock until I felt his hand press down. He pushed into my throat with each downward movement of my head. And then he shot his morning load. I gagged and started to cough when he pulled back just enough. He pushed me off him and I did my best to swallow his thick cum. "Good morning sunshine ... go wash your face then bring us both coffee."

He had kept his word. He ordered room service breakfast for us both after I had showered. He asked me a few more questions about my life. At the time, I just thought he was being nice and making small talk. Later, I realized, it was the beginning of an interview that would change my perspective on life.

Pulling the nozzle from my butt, I shook away the memory in the shower and turned off the water. A few minutes later, I joined Sir and Carrie Anne for dinner wearing just panty, very short shorts and a crop top that just covered my boobs. Just another dinner at home.

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Monday mornings are the worst. Like most people, I have a Monday to Friday job and the beginning of the week after usually fun-filled weekends are so hard. I work at a high-end lingerie and apparel store called Femme Fatale. Carrie Anne is friends with the owner, Rachel, and got me the job. It's not so much about needing the money - Sir and Carrie Anne usually take care of my needs - it's just something Sir insisted upon when I moved into their home. Heels and a short dress are my usual attire with my plug, of course. Often with stockings, especially in the winter months when the temps dip into the 60's.

Yes it's Monday, but I really do enjoy working at Fatale. Rachel is amazing as well as the two other young ladies that work there. And all day, I'm surrounded by beautiful lingerie and the people - mostly women - that shop here. I must admit that my paycheck is usually a bit short as it seems not a week goes by that I don't buy something for myself or Carrie Anne. Only Rachel knows my secret and she does love to tease me at times when we are alone.

I have become quite the effective saleswoman. My former life provides me a unique insight for the female customers about the primarily men they are buying to impress. And for the occasional male that stops to shop for a wife, girlfriend or lover ... I make wonderful suggestions as well based on what I wear and what Carrie Anne wears for Sir.

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Ten days after that night in Chicago, Sir called me. We talked and he asked how I felt about the night we met. Apparently satisfied, he invited me to his Florida home to visit for a weekend and to meet his wife. He said his admin would take care of all the travel details and I would stay in their home. I had no idea of what was in store but I figured a free trip to Florida in exchange for sex seemed like a great deal. I got the weekend off work and just had to provide my information to the sweet sounding lady that called on his behalf. Three days later I was being picked up by a driver at Miami International Airport. The young lady had said I only needed to bring what fit into a carry-on bag.

A statuesque brunette warmly greeted me upon arrival at the circular drive. Five feet ten without her heels, Carrie Anne gave me a warm hug and apologized for Andreas not being home from his meeting. She was a stunning woman with then C-cup breasts and a short skirt that accentuated her long, tanned legs. She showed me to my room for the weekend then told me to switch into swim trunks and join her by the pool. I grabbed a fast shower to wipe off the airplane sweat then dug out my shorts and a t-shirt before finding her by the pool. Wearing barely a bikini. I nearly tented my suit. "Make yourself a drink or grab a beer - I'm drinking tequila. Andreas texted he'll be home in twenty minutes."

I opened a bottle of beer and walked to the edge to the pool. Stepping onto the steps, the water was surprisingly warm. "Andreas said he met you in Chicago and found you to be quite interesting." I told her I was working the event and we just struck up a conversation over a drink after the event. I had no idea what he had told her but I presumed she was the voice on the other end of the phone before we went to bed. Carrie Anne pushed off the lounge and I stared at every step she took as she walked to the pool. "And he said you were a wonderful fuck." I damn near dropped my beer in the pool. Then she casually untied her bikini top and displayed her perfectly shaped C-cups. "Would you like to touch them Adam?"

Oh did I want to touch them but I was scared shitless. "It's ok, Andreas won't mind if you do." I hesitated by taking a pull on my beer. "In fact, he'd be disappointed if you don't." Her left hand took my right and placed it on her breast. She giggled a little bit before swallowing the tequila. My fingers moved slowly at first to feel her breast. I sat the bottle on the edge of the pool and used both hands to take her breasts. I told her they are amazing, but this she knew. Then she stepped backwards and slipped off the shallow end shelf. "Join me for a swim, Adam." We had been splashing and laughing for a few minutes when I noticed Andreas watching us from the edge of the pool with a tumbler in his hand.

"I see you two are getting acquainted. I'm very happy you could join us this weekend, Adam" Andreas walked back to the bar. "Tequila, Carrie Anne? And another beer or something stronger?" Andreas returned in just his briefs with the three drinks. I took my beer and passed the tequila to my new friend. Andreas stripped off his briefs and got into the pool. "It's great you brought trunks but they really aren't necessary." And I realized Carrie Anne's thong bottoms were on the edge of the pool. Andreas's thick 'trunk' swayed before being lifted by the warm water. I was self-conscious around Carrie Anne but slipped mine off and tossed them to the edge. Andreas took Carrie Anne in a tight embrace and kissed her mouth.

A wonderful dinner prepared by Isabel, the housekeeper and as I've learned, the lady that keeps the house running smoothly. My hosts made me feel so at home as if I've known them for years. After dinner, Isabel tells Carrie Anne that the kitchen is stocked and thanks her for the weekend off.

Another round of drinks on the back patio. This time I decide to join Carrie Anne in drinking tequila. Jacuzzi, more drinks, friendly conversation and naked people ensues. "Adam, this has been a wonderful start to the weekend. Carrie Anne showed you your bedroom but we're hoping you will join us tonight in our room." Carrie Anne and her bare C-cups gave me an embrace in the jacuzzi. Her teeth nibbled on my left earlobe. Chicago was still very fresh in my memory and I was sure we'd revisit all that but now Carrie Anne seemed to be included and I just wanted to know. Of course was my answer. We soon decamped to their expansive bedroom.

With all three of us naked and fresh drinks in hand, I really did not know what to expect. I finally got my first truly unobstructed look at Carrie Anne and her body was fabulous. Large breasts, thin waist, flared hips and smooth pussy was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen naked. Carrie Anne pulled back the covers and Andreas planted his hairy ass firmly in the middle. Carrie Anne quickly put her lips to his cock then motioned for me to join her. My light brown hair spilled onto my shoulders as I got on the mattress on the opposite side. Our mouths met on Andreas's cock. We took turns with his head and shaft as our hands roamed over his legs and belly. Carrie Anne held him. lifting her face and kissing my lips. Our tongues tangled as we kissed for the first time then she broke the kiss to damn near swallow his cock.