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Ready For Round Two
Oh this bastard is gonna learn. He’s gonna learn you just don’t hit girls and especially not a girl with an over protective big brother who is not only a body hopper but the most feared hit man in the tri-state area.
Learning Responsibility
I stared in shock at the large cock and balls that now hung between my beautiful wife’s legs.
First Impressions
They warned me not to go there. They said white men weren’t welcome. They said the locals believed in magic and I wouldn’t be safe. Magic! Bah! I’m a trained missionary. It’s my duty to go to backwards people, such as these, and enlighten them. No one would take me, so I bought a small boat and set out for the island alone. As I neared the beach, a local watched me suspiciously. I smiled and waved to him. A good first impression is important. He only frowned and began to mumble. Undeterred, I approached him with my hand out. He did seem much taller than I had originally thought. I took his hand in mine and gave it a good shake. We were taught a good firm hand shake was an almost universal sign of greeting. As I shook his hand a big smile replaced the frown on his face. I was right! These people aren’t so unapproacable. I’ll bet they take everything I have to offer.
Cowgirls and Indians
Well Cowboy, what do you think?
An Inspired Revelation
OH MY GOD! The thought ripped through my mind. My breath came in ragged gasps around the ball gag. Sweat dripped off my swaying tits and still the enormous dildo pounded my spasming pussy. Ropes kept my legs splayed wide while the bitch behind me, both hands knotted in my long hair, jerked me back to meet the next thrust of her strap-on . The only sound, other than her grunts and my moans, was the slap of plastic balls against my ass. How long has this been going on? Will she never tire? I don’t think my heart can take another orgasm! My heart?! It’s beating as if to keep time with the vibrations coming from the rubber monster assaulting my insides. AIEEEEE! Another orgasm crashes over me and I get tunnel vision then, nothing. When I come to, I’m free and the pounding has stopped.
The Hustler
Thomas was a hustler and basketball was his game. He was king of the court and made a good living hustling the suckers that gathered at the public courts around town. That is until the day the stranger showed up. First he took Thomas’s money. Then he took Thomas’s manhood. Tammy is a hustler and basketball is her game. She is queen of the court and makes a good living sucking the hustlers that gather at the public courts around town. Then at night, she goes home to her boy friend. The wizard who showed her there’s more to life than basketball.
The Apprentice
Wow Linda, he’s bigger than you were. It’s almost a shame to transform him into a woman.
The One Who Makes The Rules
This just wasn’t working out the way Dylan thought it would. Ever since he’d used that magic wishing coin to change his room mate into his girl friend, he hadn’t had a moments peace. Do this, do that, never anything he wanted to do. No TV, no golf, no staying out drinking with the boys. Well enoughs enough! He’d had it! He was putting his foot down! He stormed out of the kitchen, opened his mouth and froze. The pretty red head, sitting naked in the den, looked at him and asked, “Yes Dear?”. Dylan just stammered, “Err, I finished the dishes”. She just looked at him. He Mumbled, “I going to take the trash out now.” With a small smirk on her face she said, “That’s nice dear.” As Dylan left, her realize for the first time the truth to the old saying: “She was the pussy. She makes the rules”.
The Newest Model
It was Saturday morning when Bill called. “Dave, I need a big favor.” Bill is a professional photographer and my best friend. “I’ve got an important shoot today and my model is a no show. I was wondering if you would stand in for her? I’ll pay you the going rate.” Now asking a male buddy to stand in for a female model isn’t as weird as you would think. I don’t know where he gets them, but Bill has a source for Pink Pills. You know, the ones that change men into women. Also, the Blue ones that change them back into men. I don’t mind being a chick for a couple of hours to help out a buddy, I’ve done it a few times before, and besides, the extra money comes in handy. “Sure Bill, I’m free today. I’ll be right over.” When I walked into the studio, we were the only ones there. Bill said, “Thanks a lot Dave. Here’s the Pink Pill. You can change in the dressing room. Your costume is in there.” I went in and took the Pink Pill, the change started immediately, then I looked for the costume. “Hey Bill!” I yelled through the door. “There’s nothing in hear but a red thong.” I heard Bill stammer, “Err yeah, I guess I should have mentioned that. This shoot is a bit different. It’s for a men’s magazine. Are you OK with that?” I considered a moment then thought, What the hell. No one will recognize me anyway. I finished changing, put on the thong and went out. Bill nodded and said, “You look great. Let’s finish getting you ready and get started.” “what do you mean by finish getting me ready?” I asked. “Didn’t I tell you?” he answered taking rope out of a bag. It’s a fetish magazine and these are supposed to be bondage shots. I don’t know where Bill learned to tie rope, but he is very good. Soon my upper arms were bound together behind my back and my wrists were bound at my sides. My ankles were bound to my thighs and a knotted rope down my back had me sitting straight with my chest stuck out. The ropes were very soft but incredibly tight and surprisingly comfortable. A large red ball gag was shoved in my mouth and the strap buckled behind my head. Now I was immobile and mute. I was placed on a soft blue rug Bill had laid out in the center of the studio. He studied me and said one more item and we can get started. With that he drug a large mirror in and set it up in front of me and for the first time I saw myself. What I saw was a very pretty, beautiful in a girl next door sort of way, twentyish girl with long dark red hair and prominent, but not huge, breasts erotically on display in perfect bondage. I found this very disturbing on many levels. All though I had been a girl before, I had never really looked at myself while changed and never really thought of myself as a girl, beautiful or other wise. Now I couldn’t look away. Also, though Bill didn’t know it, I do have one secret fetish. Beautiful women in tight bondage really trip my trigger and what my male mind was seeing was really turning it on. In the back of my mind, I knew this was make believe and could hear Bill’s camera clicking away but my attention was totally focused on the vision before me. It was both surreal and erotic at the same time. I saw a puff of air blow a strand of her hair across her breast and felt it on mine. I saw her nipples get hard and felt mine become diamonds. I saw her wiggle in her bondage and felt my body strain against its ropes. I saw her eyes widen in excitement and felt my excitement rise also. I saw a shudder cause her breasts to jiggle and felt the same jiggle in my breasts. I saw her sway and move to the limits allowed by her ropes as I swayed and moved to he limits of mine. I saw her face and skin flush as I felt a rising heat in mine. I saw her hips rock back and forth as I felt the crotch rope dig maddingly into the crease between my legs. I felt a growing wetness and could smell the scent of an aroused woman in heat. NO! This has to stop! Legend says that a man who experiences extreme arousal while changed by the Pink Pill can become trapped. Unable or unwilling to change back even with the Blue Pill and still that damn camera click away. All I can do is make soft mewling sounds as drool leaks around my gag and falls on my breasts. Bill stops shooting and says, “That’s a wrap.” Finally! I glance at the clock on the wall. It’s only been two hours!? It seems like two days! Bill walks past me and says, “You money and the Blue Pill are on the counter. I want to get started editing these so go ahead and get changed and I’ll call you tomorrow.” With that he walks out the door. WAIT! The idiot forgot to un tie me! He’ll be in there for hours. Stop! Come back! I’ve got to change back now!.