I've been doing some research about anal sex. For those who require background in my reticence to try anal sex, please read my story, Anal Sex What Is the Big Deal.nnI hid in the men's room at the Logan Airport waiting for a couple gay guys to come in and, you know, and have anal sex. No one came in and finally, I was asked to leave by Mass Port Security. Boy that was embarrassing. I did not dare tell them that I was doing anal sex research. It's bad enough they thought I was some gay guy waiting for Senator Craig to use the men's room.nnNext, I went to the library to get some books on anal sex. I could not find any books. They had thousands of books on tits and vaginas and penises but nothing anal sex. I was looking for something that had clear and concise, step-by-step instruction with photos and explanations. I did find a book that had a few color pictures of a man boning a woman up the ass. As Confucius said two thousand five hundred years ago, a picture is worth a thousand words.nnI walked in the library and stood in front of a matronly looking librarian sitting behind her desk reading a book. She looked to be a woman in her late thirties or early forties but who dressed like she was in her sixties. She looked a little bit like Lily Tomlin when she did that operator comedy routine, you know the one where she snorts while taking your telephone call.nn"Where do I find anal sex?"nn"Anal sex?" she said smiling and blushing while fanning herself with a copy of D. Lawrence's book, Lady Chatterley.

Ah, the joy of anal sex. The exquisite feeling of sticking your cock in that soft, velvet-like envelope and hearing your wife or girlfriend moan, "Yes baby, that's it. fuck me in the ass. your cock feels so big in my tight ass. fuck your baby in the ass. harder. harder." Is that living ??“ or what?nnAnd let me tell you, as an aside, that no matter how big or small your cock is, it feels big in her ass!nnBut before you can get there, you may have to go through a bit of trouble. Is it worth it? Yes. Can I help guide you through the waters? Yes. Hey buddy, that's what I'm here for!nnNow, I've read all the Penthouse and Literotica stories about all the women who just love anal sex, even the first time. They beg for it. They live for it. They want the whole neighborhood in their ass, or at least the entire produce department. Tell me, where do they live and what are their phone numbers?

Another great tape and another great yank of the crank. Yea, she-males were pretty hot, Tom thought as he hit the eject bottom on the tape deck, but where on earth would he really find one? He had little doubt that if he did find a place where they hung out that there would be more than a few with a serious case of ugly. The chances of finding one like the ones in the video taped he had just been watching was pretty slim. But, he knew if he never went looking, he would never find one. He knew they preferred to be called transsexuals and not she-males as they regarded she-male as a rather derogatory term; the term "tranny" seemed to be okay with them. Getting into the sack with one was a fantasy of his. It wasn't that he didn't like women, he just liked men a lot better. Well, there were parts of women that were interesting, hence the attraction to the she-males. A she-male was pretty much the best of both worlds. The only trouble with trying to turn a fantasy into reality is that you just might like the fantasy better. But, if he didn't try it, he would never know!nnTom went out looking for one, just to see if sex with a tranny would be as much fun as he had imagined. Well, that was just the start. It took some digging to find out where they hang out. There are places that have more than others - and they can be found - if you care to look a little. That being said, Tom finally found a place where there were alleged to be a few. And, as he had guessed, the first few trips down to those bars and clubs were a bust. Oh, there were a few trannies there, but nothing to write home about. But, it was promising.

I came away from lunch with Valerie with mixed emotions. Was I shocked? Not really. This, after all, wasn't some behind-the-times country village; this was 21st Century fashionable Hampstead where supposedly unorthodox relationships weren't uncommon. What were once regarded as bedroom secrets have become dinner party small talk. So, no, I wasn't shocked. I admit, though, I was surprised. Valerie was forty-two. She had been my closest friend for so long I'm not sure I can even recall how we first met. Over our monthly lunches we often exchanged confidences about our personal lives but this was the first time Valerie had invoked our friendship in order to make a request of this nature. She said she had deliberated for some time before asking, and she acknowledged that I would probably want to think it over before replying. "Call me," she said. "At the week-end." And then, clearly embarrassed, she changed the subject.nnThe first thing I had to decide was whether I was inclined to go along with what she was asking. The answer was a cautious yes. It wasn't my scene but I knew I was tempted. The real question was how I would tell David. Or would I tell him at all? In the end, that became the only solution I could contemplate.

Mike's shave and shower went pretty fast. He wanted to get back downstairs quickly so he could be with Tammy when the Main Computer finished processing her data. He toweled himself off and got into some jeans, a T-shirt and a sweater. When He got back down the stairs, he heard Anya and Tammy talking.nnTammy sounded happier. That was a relief to Mike. As he thought about her situation he heard what sounded like an electronic bark. He got down the stairs and saw the shiney white plastic pet crawling curiously around on the kitchen table. His lovers sat there watching it and interacting with it.nn"What's with the dog?" Mike asked as he entered and sat down at the table. "I thought you two were headed outside?"nn"Anya got him for me." Tammy said proudly. "His name is ERS-7."nn"Okay." Mike said as he watched the electronic puppy move around. It had noticed him and was now moving in his direction. "It's kinda cute." he said.

Melli started returning Mike's kisses - just as he had expected and just as she had been programmed. The kisses were technically well executed, but to him they felt obviously mechanised and passionless.nnMike closed his eyes and enjoyed the experience for what it was. He imagined the complicated machinery of her mouth moving to provide him with this simulated act of sensuality. He envisioned all the moving parts of metal, plastic and silicone and all the precisely controlled surges of electricity pulsating through her wiring and her microchips.nnHer sexy, slender body remained still for the most part while her wet lips moved and changed shape in response to what its sensors detected in his own mouth. One thing missing from the experience was the faint but audible sound of electricity humming and motors whirring. He would have been able to enjoy that too had he been kissing a 510.nnBut the lady in his arms was artificial enough for him. He kissed for a while until a thought crossed his mind. Tipped off by a whiff of a scent, he reminded himself of how this type of usage always triggered synthetic cum secretion in these plastic women. That functionality was part and parcel of the basic kissing and sex programs he had insisted upon being installed in all of them.nnHe stopped his kissing and leaned back a little from Melli. He looked into her lifeless electronic eyes. She was so perfectly empty of feelings, and the look showed clearly on her very pretty face.nn"Melli, lay down face-up on that table and spread your legs." he commanded.nn"Yes Mike." she said, and got to work computing and carrying out his order.nnHe went to go fetch an upholstered stool he had brought down to the lab just for occasions such as this.

Anya's makeout session with the hot blonde unit came to an end when her sensitive microphones detected the sounds of another droid being activated. Anya left the mindless blonde machine on the table, her lips still wet with synthetic saliva.nnLaurie was in the process of ordering a newly activated fembot to go and sit down next to one of the consoles. This was another naked blonde, and Anya accessed her extensive memory files to recall her name as Susan. Along with the name, Anya remembered the times she had spent with her.nnSusan was tall, with fabulous long legs. Everything else about her body and her face was lovely, but her legs were definitely her best feature. And she used those sexy legs to walk mechanically over to the chair while Anya watched.nnShe moved closer to Susan and waited for Laurie to approach. "What's she been activated for?" she asked the naked technician.nnLaurie relayed Anya's query to the Main Computer, and soon had a response to give. "Susan robot number 7838970B will replace Susan robot number 7838970A."nnAnya nodded with a knowing smile. She deduced that the original Susan - out on a mission somewhere - was either damaged or malfunctioning. Of course, this would mean one less fembot around Robot Control Station 64 for a while.nnMaria finished taking streams of binary code from the monitors above all the consoles and turned stiffly around. She went to go fetch some connecting cables while her assistant opened up Susan's chest panel.nnAnya put her hand between Susan's thighs. "Do we get to have a goodbye fuck before she's gone?

He calls me cunt because that's all I am to him. A cunt for him to do as he pleases with. I have no name, I have no face, I have no purpose but to serve him.nn"Cunt!" he yells through the house. "Get your slutty little twat over here."nnI scuttle into the kitchen where he stands, looking at me with disapproval. "What the hell is this?" he demands. I look around but am uncertain to what the problem is. Everything looks to be in place.nnHe grabs my hair and yanks my head downward. "This," he tells me, showing me the scuff marks on the floor. "Get down there and clean this shit up." Then he throws me to the ground, smushes me to the ground with his booted foot, and throws a wet rag on top of my naked body.nnI don't wear clothes around the house, I'm not allowed. I am a cunt and that's all I am- so why would I cover that up? Why would I be modest? I do as my master tells me to and parade my shaved cunt around wherever I go. He tells me several times a day that it's the only piece of me worth a dime.