This story contains explicit sexual content. It is not to be viewed by those under 18 years of age. The following story is fictitious. Any similarities to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental.nnBeth leaned over the bar, in between the two men. "Hey, Beth. What can I do for you?" asked Monday Night Mike. Monday Night Mike knew Beth very well. She was a very familiar face, among other body parts. nn"Hi Mike, can you put all of their drinks and their tips on the tab for my table?" nn"You got it," he replied.nnBergen's had two bartenders: Regular Mike and Monday Night Mike. All of the ladies who frequent Bergen's are fans of Monday Night Mike for the obvious reasons. He's an ex-fullback for the Redskins; drafted out of Florida State, he suffered a career ending injury in his first game. But that didn't stop him from becoming a personal fitness trainer and bartender. The women adored his wavy hair, cutoff shirts that exposed his barbed wire bearing biceps and his tight jeans. Beth learned to appreciate him more fully in Bergen's basement kitchen on several occasions.nnThis Monday night, Beth and her husband, Fred, came to Bergen's for a quick supper. The tavern is festive and loud, as it is one of Washington DC's favorite hangout for the college and political crowd.

I met a woman online about 5 years ago who seemed willing to dominate me. It is a fantasy I have had for years and have been looking for a woman to dominate and use me. Janet asked me to meet her first at a local Adult Store. She wanted to pick out some things for me to buy her. Janet seemed a little nervous when I met her there but when she saw I was nervous and submissive she perked right up. She then yelled "your my bitch and don't forget it". Everyone in the store turned around as she pushed me to the floor and made me crawl along side her. nnJanet is about 5'7", around 160lbs, long blond hair, and brilliant blue eyes. She was wearing a mini skirt and a see through top with no bra. I kept looking up at her beautiful body and she caught me and slapped me right on the ass. She let me get up to hold her growing supplies she was picking out from the store. She had a strap on harness, 2 dildos for it (6" and 8"), a whip, hand and leg restraints, a collar and a strap on that fits over your face. As I was paying for everything she went to the bathroom with the harness and the 8" dildo. She comes out with it sticking out from under her mini skirt. She pulls up her skirt and starts to stroke it as she says very load "I'm horny, come over here slave and suck me off". I turned bright red but I obeyed. I got down on my knees in front of her and started to lick the shaft as the old woman behind the counter cheered Janet on. Everyone in the place was watching as she fucked my face with it trying to get it down my throat. After about 10 minutes of her moaning she pulls it out and pretends to shoot cum all over my face. She pulls me up and says thank you and then she notices my hard cock pressing against my shorts.

Jessica had just finished getting ready to go out for the evening when Lisa arrived at Jessica's loft. They greeted each other and Jessica offered Lisa a glass of wine. Lisa quickly accepted.nn"So where do you want to go out to tonight?" Jessica asked.nn"Let's hit that new club just down the street. I wanna dance. Have you been there yet?" Lisa replied.nn"Not yet, but I heard it's been packed the last few weekends. All kinds of hot guys go there from what I hear," Jessica mentioned. "Have you hooked up lately, Lisa?"nn"Note lately, unfortunately. The guys have been boring me lately. They're always so self-centered and when they get off, that's it. It's frustrating!" Lisa complained.nn"Don't you ever do anything to spice it up?" Jessica questioned her.nn"What do you mean?

When Tom entered the bedroom he found a nude Ashleigh lying on the bed with her arms stretched above her head and her legs spread wide apart. Her eyes were closed as he entered but opened when he sat on the edge of the bed.nn"OK, princess, I'll try this idea of yours but you have to take it really slow. Just to get started, how about we watch some of my sexy movies? I haven't seen any of them for awhile so it will be something different."nn"Oh, Tommy, what a wonderful idea. You get naked and get the video set up and I'll put on my dildo and have the K-Y Jelly handy for later. Mmmmm, what a delicious idea."nnTom stripped off his remaining clothes and walked into the closet to retrieve the X-rated videos he had there. At the same time, Ashleigh retrieved her double dildo and began spreading some K-Y Jelly on the part that would be inserted into herself, just in case. When she spread her legs and placed the head of the dildo at the entrance to her pussy, her fingers told her the jelly was completely unnecessary. nnThe dildo slipped into her dripping pussy with ease and she sat up at once to complete her preparations. Standing by the side of the bed, she buckled the strap tightly around her waist allowing the other half of the dildo to stick straight out in front of her. nnShe then applied a liberal amount of K-Y Jelly to the dildo and brought the jar with her as she walked into the living room where Tom was inserting the first tape into the tape player. He had already closed the blinds and dimmed the lights so all was ready for their new activities.nnTom chose a tape that showed some ass fucking scenes, although the participants were guys fucking girls. The attitude of the parties was catching as Tom and Ashleigh lay side by side on the blanket Tom had spread over the carpet. nnAshleigh carefully ran her hands over Tom buttocks and thru the slit between them, touching his asshole only lightly with her fingertips. At each touch, Tom's ass moved as if to invite a deeper insertion of her finger. She rubbed her finger tips in the jelly and began smoothing it onto his asshole.

Chapter 3: T-girl at WorknnOn Monday morning, Angel Jones reported for her first day of work at the main office of the big London Bank. As she sat on a chair in the anteroom of the personnel office, she thought about what she would be doing there. It was almost a certainty that nobody in the bank knew she was a T-girl, because George Parker would not have told them, and it had not been known by anybody else at the branch in her home town. She had long ago decided that, although she would not deny it if asked, she would also not volunteer the information. Although born a boy, she had started changing her gender almost three years earlier, and that fact and details of the change were nobody's business, unless she allowed it to be their business. nnTo her knowledge, only three people in the entire city of London knew she was a T-girl. Two of them, Brian and Mike, would keep it to themselves, for fear of the ridicule of their mates. The third was Lionel, a maintenance man at the block of flats where she was living. The previous Thursday, after being abusively rejected by Brian on Tuesday and Mike on Wednesday evening, Angel was having doubts about her own femaleness. Lionel, however, proved to her that she truly was a beautiful and highly desirable woman, when he shared with her a morning of incredibly pleasurable sex. She enjoyed two tremendous climaxes, and all doubts were removed, probably forever. Angel celebrated, that afternoon and the following day, by shopping for new clothing to replace those things that her sexy and very feminine body had outgrown. nnOn Saturday morning, with her shopping completed, Angel called on Lionel in the tiny cubicle he used as an office. After closing and locking the door behind herself, she approached him where he was sitting in his wooden swivel chair. nn"Good morning, Lionel. How are you today?" nn"I'm fine, Angel, thank you. You certainly look pretty this morning." nnThat was undeniably the truth. She was wearing a new pair of shorts, and they displayed her long, beautiful legs.

In the weeks following Jennifer's move, there were periods of adjustment to compensate for changes in schedules, therapy appointments, school and work.nnThe days were the worst for me. Jennifer and Mom would be at work, and I'd start dinner about four so it would be ready when they got home. A quick meal and Jennifer and I would have to leave for school. When we got home, we were so tired, the sex was less than spectacular. Actually, it almost got non-existent at times. It finally got to Jennifer. We were on our way home from school when she fell asleep at the wheel. nnFortunately, we missed a power pole and wound up in some thick bushes. nn"That's it," she said. "We have to do something or we'll be killed."nnWe sat down and discussed it with Mom later and Mom told her she had to make a choice. Either cut back on her hours at the hospital or reduce her school work load. nn"I can't do anything about school," she said, "If I do, Danni won't have a way to get back and forth. I've only got eight more blocks to go and I don't want to lose out on any opportunities. The sooner I get my degree, the sooner I can make some decent money, and the sooner I can take care of Danni."nn"Take a look at your finances," Mom said. "If you can make it on less hours at the hospital, talk to your human resources department. I'm sure they'll work with you. Don't worry about taking care of Danni until you get squared away.

A while ago, I told you all about the night that Chris fucked my wife Rhonda, and how I got to eat her pussy after he was done using it. Let me tell you, the experience changed my life! For the last six months, I have had a constant low grade erection because my memories of that night are still so vivid. Every time I see my wife I think about the look on her face as she was being drilled from behind by Chris and how I felt when I saw the pleasure and appreciation on her face. nnIt turns out that she really likes being fucked by two men at the same time. For me, it's palpable - I can literally smell and taste her pussy when I remember my tongue on her hole as his cock was filling her with his seed and I saw his balls pushed all the way up against her pussy, inches from my face. I remember how happy I was as I licked her and swallowed her pussy juice mixed with his load of sperm, how incredibly hard my cock was. The smell and the consistency of her freshly fucked hole was almost too much to handle. It was pure sex, pure pleasure. The visual treat of me being able to watch a man pump her and please her was also incredibly powerful for me. I also enjoyed watching her lips wrapped tightly around the head of his cock. It was like watching a porn flick, only way better. nnRhonda was always so worried that if she ever agreed to fuck another man, somehow it would ruin our marriage. I told her for years that it would never ruin anything - instead, it would open up a whole new world of pleasure for both of us. She would get to enjoy being used by any man she desired while I watched and sometimes helped (as long as I knew about it up front), and I would get to clean her pussy after men filled her. nnThere is something so incredibly powerful about being a man who allows other men to fuck his wife. It makes you feel powerful, generous, naughty, excited, exhilarated, scared, trusting, loving and hot, somehow all at once. It's the idea of knowing how hot your wife is, knowing how every man at the bar would love to fuck her, and then being able to give her a variety of cock. Now, we'll be married for 100 years. I get pleasure from watching her get fucked.

I call my first gay lover "Cowboy." I don't remember his true name, or even if I ever knew it. To me, he's Cowboy because he was a tall, lanky man who seemed as if, were he not seated beside me on a towel spread over his couch, he belonged in boots, chaps, jeans, a flannel shirt, a neckerchief, and, of course, a Stetson. He was ruggedly good-looking, tan, and weathered, with white teeth, brown hair, and blue eyes. I imagine he might have been as good with a six-gun as he was with a lasso. He wanted me to suck his cock.nnHe had as beautiful a prick as one might expect a cowboy to have. It was seven inches, thick, and, like the rest of him, ass as well as chest and legs, tanned by long hours of bathing nude in the sun, probably on his balcony but maybe at the local nude beach as well.nnHe'd had a lover who'd performed oral sex on him on a regular basis, once a week, until, after several years, he'd moved away. Cowboy was looking for a replacement; I was auditioning for the part, although I hadn't known it at the time.nnWe were watching a porn video--heterosexual, not gay. I knew, even then, that I preferred men to women (so much so that I couldn't imagine why any man would choose a woman over another man for his mate, partner, or companion), but watching the naked ladies suck cock and take pricks up their asses (and cunts) was still mildly exciting, especially when I concentrated on the erect penises, imagining that I had switched places with the women who sucked and fucked these thick, hard organs.nnWhile we were watching one of the men fuck a woman in the ass, Cowboy regarded me from the corner of his eye. "I wouldn't want anyone doing that to me," he announced. I wondered whether he was letting me know that he was a top instead of a bottom or whether he was suggesting that he thought anal intercourse was repulsive or whether he was encouraging me to divulge whether I would want anyone (namely, him) to fuck me in the ass. Uncertain of his intention, I kept mum.nnHe spied the erection jutting stiffly from my groin. "It looks like you're ready," he announced.nnThis was my first time, so I felt shy. I nodded, mute and absurd, as he took my cock in his fist and began to masturbate me.