Saturday, April 29, 2023

@fembeef1 of Twitter Interview


First, I've got to apologize to @fembeef for taking so very long in getting this interview posted, but life has been crazy since February when I did this interview in Twitter DM's. Life got in the way... Two hospital stays, a job change a change in my sleeping habits which have exhausted me. But enough of that. 

I reached out to @fembeef because like me, he is not just another "Twink bottom" and we "irregulars" in a scene of pussyboi's I feel need truly celebrated. It was first his Twitter that intrigued me and then secondly the way he tweeted and the incredibly insane feminine attire he wore when he tweeted. He even used language the way I do to describe himself: princess, femgurl, man-wife and most important for me calling his hole... pussy. That's always a clencher for me; because I feel that like me he gets it, big time.

A femgurl with a lil meat on his bones, as my Gram used to say, "hips you can grab unto". Maybe not as old as I am but someone I certainly look up to and admire for his bravery accepting a feminine side of himself that so many in the gay community frown about, which is part of what we talk about in this interview.

I also rarely include pre-interview conversation in these posts, but here I felt it added to the conversation and hopefully I'm right <giggle>. let me know in the comments.


PB: something a bit naughty? 

@fembeef1: Of course

PB: you've got an incredible looking pussy.


@fembeef: Thank you. It's my favorite part of my body.


PB: it's my favorite part of my body too if I'm completely honest.


@fembeef: As it should be. Princess pussy is quite captivating


PB: seem to think a lot like I do.


@fembeef: Yes! I love your page…very much a similar mindset. It’s always fun to find other likeminded guys.


PB: Have you read the blog too?



@fembeef:
I don't believe I have. (some time passes, then he responds) Ooo, hot blog!


PB: Thank you


@fembeef: You’re welcome


PB: I'm curious if you'd consider an interview for my blog?


@fembeef: Sure! That sounds fun


PB: Oh my gosh, thank you so much!


@fembeef: You’re welcome!



The official interview:


PB: Can we start with how did you come up with twitter handle?


@fembeef: Sure. Since this account is focused on my fem side, I wanted something that represented that aspect. A lot of femboys also tend to have thinner, twink bodies, which I’m far from so I wanted that represented as well. From there, it came down to what variations of those two terms were available as Twitter handles.


PB: Boy do I get that. So much of the stuff that is available as pussyboys/femboy are always so darn young and thin and I too am so far from that at 56 yrs old and 190 pounds. I lean very fem as well and i am certainly drawn to those of us outside the "published stuff" that is shown as a representation of us. Trying to represent that femboys come in all shapes, sizes, colors, ages, etc. Exactly. So let's start with the fist time you bottomed. How old were you and did you know going into it that you would bottom?


@fembeef: I was around 26 and it was with a trusted friend. So going into it knew I would bottom, it was planned. It was a wonderful experience. I remained versatile for many years after that, but gradually lost all interest in topping. I was 18 when I first bottomed and like you knew going it into it I would bottom. He was my first boyfriend, & I bottomed very shortly after we met. I rarely top though and like you lost all interest in being a top. I still give it a try from time to time to see if I’ve changed my mind. None of them have made me change my mind lol



PB:
At 56 now, there wasn't a lot terminology, like we have today for bottoms, except power bottom" and for the longest time i was that. I wish I had the term pussyboi way earlier it could have changed everything like it did three years when I stumbled on the word.


@fembeef: I enjoy that terminology has evolved and increased. Even today, I still find most terms don’t fully fit, but they give people a bit of an idea of who I am and what I’m into.


PB: That's so true. When did you realize you were a bit more than just a simple bottom, as I think there is a vast differnce between eveyday bottoms and fem bois, pussyboy's and the like.


@fembeef: It's evolved over time. I tend to get bored with the same old, same old, I grew tired of basic sex and have always found ways to shake things up. It also took me many years to allow myself to enjoy and embrace my feminine side. Generally when I ask a potential hookups what they are into, if the respond only with "I'm a top", it's generally a sign that we aren't a match. I look doe guys who have wide range of sexual interests.


PB: Why do you say,......“im a top, it’s generally a sign that we aren’t a match."


@fembeef: If that’s the only thing they say. To me it says they’re just looking for a simple fuck, and that’s not what I’m looking for. I need more of the role play/fantasy/being treated like a princess more than just being a hole for a dick


PB: Isn't that harder to find? Or maybe the better question is how do you find it?


@fembeef: It's definitely harder to find. Twitter and FetLife have both been great places for me to connect with men whose interests align with mine. I'll also clarify that the role play/fantasy aren't my only sexual interests or always required. I've got a bit of a "menu" that I share with the guys on the various apps. If there's kinks mutually shared, we can typically work it out. Basically if a guy is just looking for a quick fuck or vanilla sex, they aren't a match for me and I keep searching. I also to try to post a few of my kinks in my Grindr profile and let guys there's a fu;; list for them to inquire about. That works well for those who take the time to read my bio.


PB: I find that a lot of the time, at least for me that the apps, any of them to be honest, rarely work to get anything. Maybe I'm. going about it all wrong.


@fembeef: It seems to come in waves for me. I find a lot all at once and can’t do it all, and then go through dry spells. I’ve found the more thorough I am on the apps as far was what I’m looking for, the more I tend to find compatible men. It ends up with fewer men interacting with me, but the quality of those who do, is better.


PB: mine lately is one huge dry spell. I thought that being too fem has been the issue. Apps can be brutal. No this, no that, no the other... blah, blah, blah


@fembeef: Totally agree. I accept what I’m looking for isn’t overly common and it takes patience to find. It can be exhausting at times though


PBare you the type wanting to find "the one" settle down?


@fembeef: Sexually, yes. I've got a man, he's just not into Fem play. But I would like to find a regular/steady man as a daddy. Though the right daddy will need to have a wide range of sexual interests, as I always like to mix things up to keep it interesting. I lose interest when things become repetitive.

 

PB: So what other things do you like to add?


@fembeef: I’ve got a little list I usually provide to guys. I feel it has a nice variety of kinks to fit a wide range of moods. I love to suck and get facials (the more cum the better) Cum play (facials, cumsicles, snowballing) Getting drenched with piss/spit Getting degraded/name calling Getting spanked Spandex/thong/lingerie/gear fetish Tribute play (receiving gifts/money) especially in daddy/boy, spoiled brat, sissy scenarios Getting flogged Getting my ass eaten Outdoor/public play/exhibitionist Videoing adventures. Some chastity play.

 


PB
: I do eight of those things myself <giggle>.


@fembeef: Yessss!

 

PB: I have two favs on that list: being rimmed/or rimming & an over the knee bare ass spanking.


@fembeef: Oh yes, I could be satisfied just by having my pussy eaten for an hour, and a little spanking mixed in.


PB: Do you like being spanked right on your pussy lips like I do


@fembeef: I prefer a good spank on my cheeks. Making it nice and red.


Sunday, April 23, 2023

Companion Erotica: Chapter 7



 "Companion Erotica" from the world of Holmes & Watson, a series from Richard Saw. Amazon.com: Richard Saw: books, biography, latest update 



Chapter Seven – The Marriage Ceremony

 

Dr Jensen had done what he’d promised. Despite the hedonistic night, I found myself awake and refreshed the following morning. One final session with him and the dildo and he pronounced me ready to be married. I thanked him profusely, for everything. Dr Jensen had made me and Taylor’s dreams come true. 

“Can I thank you?” I asked, standing naked as always in his office. “Again?”

“Of course you can,” Dr Jensen smiled, and he turned his chair around to give me room. I walked around behind his desk, kneeling on the floor, and unzipping his trousers as I did. His cock was as I remembered it from last night. A good size, without being the jaw breaking size of Hassam or Khalid. I took it in my mouth in one go, as he was already hard.

Dr Jensen gave a happy sigh. “I love my job,” he said as he rested his hand on my head, keeping me on his dick. As if I was going to run away! “I might love women, but gay men give the greatest head. And there hasn’t been a patient I’ve had who hasn’t rewarded me.”

I kept on blowing Dr Jensen. It really was a very nice cock and for all the great work I’d done he deserved it.

“Oh yeah,” he moaned. “You are really good, fucking good. I see why.... ohhh... why that young man wants to marry you. And you don’t have to worry. I taught him lots about eating out pussy. He’s gunna make you cum more times than you can imagine.”

I swear I could feel an orgasm building just on hearing him say that. Luckily for me I felt Dr Jensen’s load flow into my mouth.

“Phew!” Dr Jensen smiled as I slowly withdrew my lips around his cock. “That was amazing.”

 I left Dr Jensen’s rooms and once back in my own, I called Taylor to let him know the good news and that I was free to go. Taylor reacted with delight and informed me that I was due at the hotel for the wedding at 12pm and not to worry, he added unnecessarily, that everything was under control. I was delighted and hurried to pack my things. As I was just about to finish, Hassam and Khalid turned up at my room. Their huge smiles and open arms demanded hugs all around. “My princess, “ Hassam whispered. “I wish you all the happiness.”

“You will give your husband so much pleasure and he will love fucking you,” Khalid offered, before his beautiful lips kissed me.

I could feel their huge cocks stretching their hospital smocks and resting against my leg. If I didn’t want Taylor so badly, I would have taken off my trousers and let them slide into me again. But my wedding called. Mo was waiting with the limousine to take me back to the hotel, and he gave me a huge hug and a sweet kiss on my lips before we left. 

When I arrived at the hotel, I’d barely got out of the car and a member of the staff was whisking me up to the presidential suite. Even though I was getting used to wealth, this was palatial. I had expected Taylor to be there, but I was greeted with  just a note informing me that he’d meet me at the ceremony. I imagined he was still enjoying the whole marriage thing and wanted us to see each other at the ceremony, so I didn’t mind. There was a beautiful suit laid out for me, and I had barely enough time to scrub up and put on the suit when there was a knock on the door.

Another member of the hotel staff escorted me up to the roof terrace for the ceremony, but as the lift doors opened, I could hear a hubbub of conversation. I had been led to believe that it was to be a simple wedding, with just the two of us. But Taylor had not wasted his time or his money. He had flown in over 200 guests, friends, families, business associates. It was perfect. Of course everyone was convinced I had organised it, teasing me to stop pretending, as I looked shocked at the massed guests. Only Geoff Halford, huge as always with his Arab Prince boyfriend hand in hand, gave me a wink, and seemed to understand. 

“I do,” I replied. 

“I do,” Taylor spoke. 

I leant down and he leant up and we kissed. The crowd roared with applause, the peacocks strutted, the fireworks exploded... I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, Taylor just kept surprising me.  “I love you,” I whispered.

“And I love you too!” Taylor replied, a big grin crossing his face. “And trust me, it’s only just beginning.”

And Taylor was right. Champagne fountains appeared out of nowhere, muscular performers from Cirque de Soleil began to do their thing and delicious food appeared.

It was late in the evening when Geoff finally had the chance to sidle up to me, when us big boys were onto the whiskey, and he allowed himself a big grin.

“Mate I’ve been waiting all day to ask you. Did you have it done? Did you have the snip? I promise not a word, but I have to know.”

“Oh yeah,” I grinned. “It’s all gone. Now I have a pussy in the front and a cunt at the back.”

“Oh sweet!” He crooned. “What’s it like? Does Taylor love it?”

“I don’t know. That’s reserved for the wedding night,” I smiled. “But I’ve tested it out with enough dildos. I think we’re ready to go.”

Geoff’s eyes grew large. “You mean you boys haven’t done it properly yet? What the fuck are we still all doing here? We should be fucking off and letting you two get on with it.”

“No, no...” I protested. “It’s a wedding...”

But Geoff was not to be stopped. And let’s face it, Geoff Halford was so big that nothing or no one stopped him. “Excuse me people!” He boomed out to our remaining hundred or so guests. “It’s now time for the groom and groom to go do what they do best. So we’re all going to relocate to the hotel bar. Yes, I’m not kidding. Take your drink with you missus. Let’s go, let’s go.”

Suddenly I  found myself standing alone as the crowd trooped away dutifully, a few whistling and laughing as they did. I looked across at Taylor who was standing there with a bemused look on his face, delighted he’d got what he wanted but clearly hadn’t worked out how to get it.

“Geoff is a very good friend,” he laughed. “I’m glad I encouraged him to ride your cunt.”

“You did?” I blinked. I had told Taylor about the fun we’d had way back when. But he’d never bothered to tell me...

“Well now we’re married, I can confess a few things,” he smirked as he put his arms around me, and we started to dance. 

I was aware of the hotel staff hurriedly cleaning everything up around us and preparing what looked like a huge bed in the centre of the rooftop where the marriage and reception had taken place.

“Are you telling me you got Geoff to help me embrace having the snip?” I asked, curious. 

“Well not exactly. He came to me to see what my intentions were,” and he laughed. “So we had a good chat, and he was totally in agreement with me. And so when you mentioned it to him I think he decided he wanted to help.”

“Did you pimp me out to him?” I chuckled. 

Taylor smirked a little. “Well I don’t think I had to try too hard. But it was fun to offer your sweet cunt up to a mate. Plus I got a nice video of it which helped.”

“Oh you are filthy,” I laughed. “We’ve not had a chance to catch up. How was the stag do?”

Taylor shrugged. “Just like I said. Some good whiskey. Plenty of hot Brazilian strippers who sucked me off. I did eventually fuck one at the end. His arse was nice but...” and his hand clapped hard onto my juicy butt.  “Nowhere near as good as yours. And what about you. Did Dr Jensen give you a good send off?”

“It was good,” I admitted, suddenly not wanting to think about it. “But enough of the past. It’s time we embraced our future.” We stopped dancing for a moment to realise that we were alone. A beautiful bed was arranged in the middle of the floor and there was a click as the last member of staff closed the doors behind them. We were finally alone.

“Come my wife,” Taylor instructed. “It’s time you showed your husband that virgin pussy of yours.” Before I had time to even think, Taylor had shed his clothed and had dived fully naked onto the bed with a big “weee!” He rotated in the air, his semi hard cock slapping his thighs as he did. His grin was infectious.

I started to slowly remove my jacket, but Taylor vigorously shook his head. “Just get naked and into bed baby. We’ve both waited too long for this.”

I couldn’t have agreed more. I tore at my clothes, kicked off my shoes and didn’t even give Taylor time to admire my exquisite lace panties that I had picked out, especially for the occasion. But I did pose briefly, my legs apart, my defined and huge muscles bulging, my shaved pussy on show.

“Oh. My. God,” Taylor breathed out. “I know I’ve seen pics but in the flesh it’s even more beautiful. Please my sexy, beautiful wife. Come here.”

I knelt on the bed and moved towards Taylor, our lips touching first and then our hands exploring each other, as if we had not seen each other for years, rather than just ten days. Even though I was taller, I could feel Taylor’s rock-hard cock starting to graze against my new pussy. I would have thrust onto it but I knew we both wanted this to be special. 

“Lay back,” Taylor whispered. 

I did as he ordered, my head resting on the pillows and looking up into the beautiful night sky. What could make this day better? And then I felt Taylor’s tongue exploring my pussy, opening the lips and diving into it, probing until it found my clit which had been reshaped from my useless little cock. Now it was a pleasure zone all of its own, and Dr Jensen had clearly taught Taylor what to do.

I started to hum, then moan, and then arch my back before I let out a gasping silent scream. Taylor lifted his head from between my legs and gave me a big grin. I could feel two of his fingers sliding into my cunt, searching for my prostate. It was clear he was going to ensure that the assault on my pleasure zones came from all directions. He knew my prostate well, and a couple of taps and I could feel my cunt start to dribble cum. 

Taylor smiled. “Self-lubricating. I like this pussy even more.” Dr Jensen had certainly done a good job in providing me with the best pussy imaginable. “Are you ready?” He whispered. 

I nodded and Taylor got up on his knees, lifting my legs to give him a better angle. Taylor slowly entered me, the grin on his face showing he wanted to enjoy the full pleasure of it. “Mmm!” He whispered. “It’s not tight like your cunt, but it’s like so warm and so real.” He continued to slide into me, his cock smashing right over my clit, causing even more cum to leak out. Because I had no control over it, only the pounding of his cock would get me off. Not like his cock hadn’t ruled my life before! Taylor stopped for a second when his cock was finally fully in me. “How does it feel?”

I could barely speak, his cock filled me in a way he’d never done before. I could feel my whole body throbbing around it. “I... I love you inside of me. Does it feel good for you?”

“Oh it does. But my princess you don’t have to worry. I’m not going to forget about your cunt. That will get plenty of action. Dr Jensen told me how well you pussy reacted to your cunt being pounded. And I’ve got some little toys that we can slip in there to expand your pleasure. But not tonight. Right now,” as he slowly withdrew his cock. “It’s all about your sweet pussy. And I intend to give you so much pleasure. I even,” and he winked, “Took some Viagra to make sure that I can give you a long night of fucking. If I don’t get your to orgasm at least four times I’m not doing my job.”

I looked up at Taylor with amazement. “I still can’t believe you want to give me so much. What did I do to deserve this?”

“Are you kidding?” Taylor laughed. “Babe you’re my wet dream. You are the biggest, hottest muscle man I’ve ever seen who takes my cock like a girl every day. Never mind the support you’ve given me. I wouldn’t be where I was without you and who else is coming home to a blow job at dinner?”

And without waiting for my response, he ploughed back into me. I let out a huge moan and the final bit of masculinity I was holding onto slipped away. I was Taylor’s girl now, his pussy princess and I was proud of it. Taylor seemed to gain masculine energy from my moaning, and he started to fuck me with big, long motions. He dragged one of my legs over to the other side, suddenly now his cock was pushing directly onto my clit. I was howling with pleasure, hand-holding my big pecs, and playing with my nipples. And then he got me on my hands and knees and fucked me from behind. He lifted my head up so I could admire us both in the mirror that had been installed above the headrest. Taylor cheekily flexed his skinny biceps.

“Yeah I’m the man,” he declared. And my pumped muscles seemed to respond to it, growing in size and flexing as if proud of the fact.

“Fuck me daddy,” I moaned. “Smash my pussy, make it your own.”

Taylor growled with satisfaction, and I felt an orgasm building. It was to be the first of many that night.

We never did return to our guests that night. We continued to fuck until my orgasms were almost meaningless. Taylor had been saving his loads and so he came at least three times in my pussy, and once each in my mouth and my cunt, just to make sure they didn’t feel left out. We would have brief rests before one of us would rouse the other and we’d start again. Knowing Taylor, he had filmed the whole experience, so we would be able to relive it over and over. As the day dawned, I awoke with Taylor asleep in my arms.

 

My nephew

I'm babysitting an 18 year old. Why does he need babysitting? Don't ask me, my brother is weird about it.

Well, that's what I thought when he asked me to come over.

Turns out he thought I needed to get laid.

Which is true.

And he decided his son is the best option out there.

Which, having bounced his tight pussy on my dick, I can confirm is also true.

The best part was no condoms. He doesn't use them with daddy, why should he with me?

Well, maybe I'm still capable of getting him pregnant. Didn't mention that to him, though.

Wednesday, April 19, 2023

Uncle John

When Uncle John picked me up at the bus station He knew immediately that something was wrong.  He was his usual chatty self and I had barely said a word since I got in the car.  Every summer 1 spent two and a half months with Uncle John and even though I had turned 18 this year I was still looking forward to it,  But things had changed.

When we got back to his house and I had put my bag in my room he asked me "What's going on?  You're usually eager to tell me all about life back home".  I had  no intentions of telling Him what was bothering me.  But I did.

"You know Billy has been my best friend, really since kindergarten?"

"Yeah.  Did you two have a  falling out?"

"Not exactly.  As we've gotten older we started messing around some, mostly just jerking off together, and once I put his dick in my mouth and sucked it a little bit."

"That's pretty normal for boys your age.  Is that what you're upset about?"

"Nah, last week He wanted me to let him fuck me.  And I  let him."

"And . . .?"

"As much as it hurt at first, I didn't want Him to stop.  I liked it. I liked letting him fuck me.  I liked having him in what he called my pussy. I'm upset because I liked it and I let him breed me!"

Uncle John chuckled and then gave me a hug. And we spent the next two and a half months exploring my feelings and making me feel better about having a Man's dick up my pussy.

Monday, April 17, 2023

Companion Erotica: Chapter Six

"Companion Erotica" from the world of Holmes & Watson, a series from Richard Saw. Amazon.com: Richard Saw: books, biography, latest update 



Chapter 6: Post-Operation Recovery
 

 

I went into hospital the next day and before I knew it, I was waking up after the surgery with barely a hangover. Taylor appeared, kissing me in the lips and telling me what a brave girl I’d been, but I drifted off to sleep again and the next time I awoke, there was Dr Jensen, flanked by two huge, muscled, and handsome male nurses. “The operation went perfectly,” he informed me. “You’ll sleep today, and we’ll remove the bandages in a couple of days. Because you’re a much bigger patient than we’re used to, I’ve assigned Hassam and Khalid to look after you.”

Both of them gave me big grins and I immediately felt comforted by their presence. The operation had taken many hours and it had taken a lot more out of me then I’d expected. Dr Jensen informed me that he wanted me in hospital until he was satisfied of my recovery and for the next few days, Hassam and Khalid would be taking care of me. Apparently Dr Jensen and Taylor had decided without asking me that it would be better for my recovery if Taylor stayed away. My future husband had left me a note telling me that it would give me a chance to embrace my virginity before we tied the knot. I knew he was joking but I found myself happy to agree. Taylor needed lots of attention and wasn’t a good nurse at the best of times.

No comments were made by either Hassam or Khalid of the procedure I had undergone, and both were impressed with my body and its definition. They made it clear their role was to help me recover back to full health and they tutted when I asked when I could get back into the gym. As soon as I felt able to walk though, they had me in the private gymnasium doing stretching to keep my muscles in tip-top shape. They also gave me long massages each day and I tried to hold in my moans as their big hands worked over my big arse and some of their fingers edged towards my desperate cunt.

I did not realise how sensitive my body was, nor how it needed sexual pleasure every day. Taylor had trained my body well and though it was still recovering, I found it pulsating with need. Taylor and I sexted every day but seeing him wank on camera just made me lust after the taste of his cum. I found myself shivering and moaning whenever Hassam or Khalid touched me. They would exchange glances but never said anything, so I tried to restrain my horniness in front of them. They were professionals. The least I could was keep it in my hospital gown.

Dr Jensen didn’t make it any easier. He clearly liked the gym too and would sometimes do his rounds in a muscle top that gave you more than a peak of his defined chest. And of course all he talked about was sex... about sensitivity of your pussy, and how it would open to accommodate the thickest of cocks. God. It was some sort of torture I was going through.

When the day came for the bandages to be removed, I could not remember being so excited about anything. Dr Jensen warned me that it would be a little red, but I was not disappointed. And when I did a live stream to Taylor that evening, he got hard so quickly. Dr Jensen then conducted another discussion with Taylor while my feet were in stirrups and my legs wide apart, where they agreed that I would stay in hospital for the rest of the week to complete my recovery. I knew they were both deliberately doing it this way so that I felt like Taylor’s girl. And since he was paying the extraordinary fees, I guess he could. And while I might feel ready for action, my pussy definitely was not.

I admit that I couldn’t stop looking once the bandages had been removed, fascinated by it. Dr Jensen told me that some people had phantom limb syndrome after the operation, but I had none of that. I guess there wasn’t enough there to begin with. Khalid came in to show me how to apply cream on a regular basis to help the recovery. It felt sore to touch to begin with and not very pleasurable, and Khalid could see my disappointed expression. “Do not worry my baby,” he said, surprising me with his soft tone and stroking the back of my neck. “Your flower will get better in a few days and then it will be everything you want.” And he leaned over and kissed me, his beautiful lips sending tingling all the way to my new pussy. As he lent over, his legs brushed against my hand, and I could feel a huge thick cock resting there. I gave a little whimper, but he just grinned as if he knew exactly what I needed. And then he stepped away as if nothing at all had happened. 

Over the next few days it was as Khalid said. My pussy became softer and less painful to touch, and soon, if I wasn’t in the gym building my strength back up, I was sliding my fingers down there. Taylor was horny beyond all belief too. We contemplated having him come visit and me blowing him, but one, or either of us managed to resist. Staying apart before the wedding now seemed a beautiful idea and we both knew it would be hard, but a little sacrifice would be worth the pleasure on our wedding night.

As soon as it felt soft to touch, I saw Dr Jensen daily. Taylor had desperately wanted to come along or watch via Zoom, but Dr Jensen insisted that it just be the two of us. Each day we stretched my new pussy a little more so I would be ready to take Taylor, and that the muscles and my new clit would get used to the pleasure.

I would strip naked and get up in the stirrups while Dr Jensen would gently fuck me with a dildo. The first days weren’t too special, as there wasn’t a lot of feeling. But it quickly got better and on day three I had my first orgasm.

“You’re doing very well,” Dr Jensen nodded proudly. “Are you looking forward to having Taylor’s cock in you?”

“This is the longest I’ve been without a cock in me,” I smiled awkwardly. “One of the reasons we kept ourselves apart was that I couldn’t trust Taylor to just fuck my arse. Well he said he couldn’t trust himself. I think he wants me a virgin for our wedding day.”

“And what do you want?”

“Oh yes,” I said breezily, as if the lack of dick in my life right now was no problem. “I think it will be beautiful if we do that.” But as I said it, I saw a lump growing in Dr Jensen’s tight trousers. I swallowed but couldn’t look away.

“I see,” he said, offering no further comment and then standing up so I could see it stretch down his trousers. “I see you’re back in the gym more now. Have Khalid and Hassam been helping you?”

Just as he asked that and before I could decipher if it was meant to have a sexual contention or was just about my physical wellbeing, there was a polite knock on the door and Hassam entered with some documents that needed to be signed. He looked over at me with my legs in the stirrups, and the evidence of my orgasm leaking down out of my pussy, and my body covered in sweat. And he smiled. It was so sweet that I could almost feel another orgasm building.

“Hassam,” Dr Jensen suddenly asked. “Have you examined the pussy after orgasm?”

“Many times doctor,” Hassam smiled, his voice deep and smooth. 

“Come,” Dr Jensen said, stepping towards me and summoning Hassam with a wave of his hand. “Let’s look at this one together,” and they both put on gloves and slid their fingers into my wet pussy as if I was a model to be examined at medical school.

“See how we’ve sculptured the clitoris out of that tiny little penis he had,” Dr Jensen began. “It takes very little stimulation to start it orgasming.” Both of them stated to play with it and I couldn’t do anything but roll my head back and start to moan.

“It is some great work you’ve done doctor,” Hassam said. “It will be a very lucky man who will get to fuck this day in, day out.”

“Why? Do you wish it was you Hassam?” Dr Jensen teased.

“He, he, he,” Hassam’s laugh filled the room. “Can you not see my cock?” 

I could. It was huge and tenting his scrubs. I was sweating now... seconds away from begging for it.

“Indeed!” Dr Jensen nodded. “Well that’s enough learning for today,” he said suddenly and both of them withdrew their fingers from me, took their gloves off and Hassam exited the room. I was devastated. I looked at Dr Jensen with pleading eyes.

 ”Ok. I lied. I need dick so bad.” I confessed. 

“Do you have an open relationship?” Dr Jensen asked as he finished some paperwork. 

“Well yes but within limits,” I admitted. “We fell into monogamy without thinking about it too much. And then Taylor found he was busier than expected and not around all the time. So we discussed it and we agreed that I could play around a little if I wanted. Just no one,” and I smiled at the irony, “That looks like him. So it’s mostly been the occasional bro at the gym. I’ve even brought a few home. But frankly Taylor fucks me so much that I don’t usually think about other men. That’s why this is so hard.”

“What happens when you bring on home?”

“Taylor gets very turned on by what he calls lesbian sex. So me and another big muscle guy play with each other while he wanks. Lots of kissing and touching while we both gaze at his huge dick. And eventually we both end up begging him for it.”

“Very hot,” Dr Jensen agreed.

“Yeah... but generally, “ I admitted, “I’ve never found anyone like Taylor. I don’t really wank as you know, and I’ve been playing with a dildo like you told me in both my pussy and my cunt... but it’s not the same.”

“How does it make you feel, being a virgin for your wedding night?”

“I never knew I could feel this way sexually,” I blushed. “I’m so excited to give part of me over to my man. To let his essence lie in me. It sends tingles deep within me.” Wow, I thought to myself. Getting a pussy really had made me feel like a girl.

“Do you feel different since the operation?”

“I feel vulnerable, but that’s probably just a result of the surgery. But it makes me want to be close to Taylor. I feel dependent on Taylor now, even though I know I’m not. Is that normal?”

Dr Jensen smiled. “Well we usually do this operation on little twinks. And they really want their man to look after them. But yes, after the operation other patients have shown heightened feminine behaviour. So I was interested to see what would happen in your case.”

“I’ll still be horny like a man though?” I asked. “I definitely still feel the need to be fucked. A lot.”

“Oh yes.” Dr Jensen confirmed. “But there seems to be a difference between being on your hands and knees and being on your back. Now that you can open your legs properly like a woman it seems to strip away that last bit of inhibition.”

“Oh god,” I felt a wave of orgasm coming through me. “Yes that’s so true.”

“How many men have you found yourself attracted to today?” Dr Jensen changed the line of questioning. 

I found my body tingling with desire, just to be asked this question. “Ummm... I was watching TV and there were soldiers and just had to touch myself. And then a saw a worker out the window and I  imagined myself on my knees. And then of course your nurses... Hassam and Khalid. I can’t stop thinking of them.” And I swallowed. “You.”

“And how have you handled this?” Dr Jensen asked, taking off his jacket. I could now see that his pecs and biceps pressed against his shirt. I knew he was hot but today in this room it all seemed so much more intense.

“Oh God every night I sexted with Taylor, and I ride the dildos you have made for me of his cock, but it just isn’t the same. I find myself cumming and then twenty minutes later I need it again. I never realised how much I need to taste cock and feel a man in me.”

“Well we made great progress today,” Dr Jensen said, closing his notebook and standing up and walking over to where I still lay with my legs splayed wide open. His fingers caressed my big muscles which thanks to the gym were back to their proper size. In fact the enforced rest had done them some good and the protein I had been guzzling had gone right to them, stretching the hospital pyjamas I was forced to wear. Thankfully Hassam and Khalid had let me work out in the gym in my underwear. Dr Jensen’s fingers reached my hips and then sliding down to my pussy. “Your marriage is tomorrow night. Think of the pleasure Taylor will give you. Just one more night of you and a dildo. Surely you can last until then?”

“No!” I wailed. “I’ll go crazy. I’m worried I’ll beg Taylor to do me over the desk in front of the marriage celebrant and embarrass myself.”

“Sounds like you need a hen party then,” Dr Jensen said. “Would that be allowed?”

“That would definitely be allowed,” I agreed. Though I knew I would run it by Taylor. Knowing him though, he’d probably already told Dr Jensen I needed one.

“Excellent,” Dr Jensen said, walking back to his desk. “Leave it to me. I’ll organise everything.”

“You would do that?” I looked surprised. 

“We offer a full service here,” Dr Jensen gave me a big grin. “But no. I wouldn’t do this for everyone. You are special.”

I went back to my room quite excited and messaged Taylor. He responded immediately and said the idea was perfect and let me know I had full permission to do whatever felt right. He didn’t need to tell me my pussy was off limits. All of which me think that he’d had the idea already. 

“Are you having a stag do then?” I asked.

He chuckled. “Just a few drinks with a work colleague. Too busy at the moment.”

“You’ve got a bunch of muscled male strippers coming over, haven’t you?”

Taylor laughed. “Brazilians! So fucking hot. I’m so horny I was worried I’d fuck you in front of the marriage celebrant if I didn’t let off some steam!”

“That’s what I said too!” I laughed. “Babe. We are made for one another.”

I didn’t know what Dr Jensen might have planned for the evening, but I worked out hard at the gym all afternoon. I didn’t see Hassam or Khalid that afternoon which was a pain as I really wanted to show off how good I was looking. I had to do with live streaming with Ritchie my personal trainer. When we got home, Ritchie blushed and admitted that Marcus the chef had been fucking him the whole time I’d been live-streaming. They both got a bonus from Taylor when he heard.

That evening I dressed in a sexy, tight shirt and pants which showed off his huge arse and big pecs. In fact the muscle I had gained since the operation made everything feel very tight. I felt so handsome and pretty sure that my clothes might not last if there was any dancing. Dr Jensen met me out the front of the hospital with a discrete block Mercedes limousine.  I climbed inside and he insisted on toasting my upcoming nuptials with champagne. “I can’t drink too much,” I laughed. “My body isn’t used to it.”

“Don’t worry we’ll feed you just the right amount,” Dr Jensen smiled, his groin pushing towards me. “Now why don’t you be a good girl and start your hen party with a bang, and get on your knees and suck me off?”

I obeyed without question, though I was worried when I felt my tight white trousers strain at the seams, as I got down. Dr Jensen’s cock was a good eight inches though with a big head that my lips took too without trouble. He gave a little moan as I went down there, feeling the rush of endorphins I’d always felt when I had a cock in my mouth.

He came, flooding my mouth with his load, just as we arrived at our destination. The doctor had been right. It had got me in the mood for my hen night. The bar that Dr Jensen had booked was on top of a building, overlooking Amsterdam and open to the sky. It was small, no one else could see into it and it looked beautiful. When we walked in, I was greeted by Hassam and Khalid, the only other guests. 

“He’s here!” They cheered. I knew that both of them were buff from the way that their biceps constantly poked through their hospital scrubs, but now I was seeing them in casual clothes, they were even hotter. That little buzz from blowing Dr Jensen was replaced with an overwhelming lust. As the champagne continued to flow to toast the wedding, it didn’t take long for the central element of the hen party to begin. No one else was coming, which was fine as I didn’t know anyone in Amsterdam! We had the music pumping, Dr Jensen had his shirt off and was mixing cocktails, and Hassam and Khalid had me as the cream in their Oreo. Shirts had disappeared, and our muscled bodies were grinding against each other. Their hands roved over my bodies as we started to sweat, their lips starting to nibble at my neck. Just feeling them against me, their loving touch enjoying all of me was amazing.

“Are you ready my darling?” Hassam whispered from behind me. His deep voice vibrated through my eardrum. I felt like I was melting into him as he spoke, and I lent my head back on his shoulder. Khalid’s hands gently encouraged my legs to part and my arse to push back until the tell-tale sound of the seams ripping apart could be heard. Warm hands worked their way into the tear and with power that one could barely imagine, they ripped my trousers open. Hassam pulled what little was left of my trousers all the way off.

“Such sexy panties,” Khalid gasped, as he saw the red lacy number I was wearing. I had forgotten that not everyone was used to my sexy lingerie and the two boys were staring at it with barely disguised lust. I knew how to take this up a notch, so I wriggled away from their grasp and as Dr Jensen pumped up the music, I started to dance. This hen’s night was turning into everything I’d always wanted.

Dr Jensen refreshed everyone’s drinks and I started to dance for them, gyrating and twerking like I’d trained myself to do for Taylor. Hassam and Khalid whistled and cheered. “Sweet girl! Sexy girl! You dance for us my baby!”

It was fun to hear their whistles and chants as I danced. I’d never danced in this feminine way for anyone but Taylor, but all of them were lapping it up, appreciating my perfectly cut body, my big muscle arse which was cleft in two by the string of my lacy thong, and my big pecs.

Hassam was loving it all and I started to grind my cunt against his rapidly thickening cock. I could see that both he and Khalid had cocks to match their towering physique and they were filling their trousers. Hassam slipped his hands under my panties and peeled them off while Khalid stood up, shed his trousers and his huge black cock looked directly at me. And I went down on it with pleasure.

“That’s right girl,” Khalid whispered. “This is your hen’s night. Your last night of freedom before you’re tied down to one man and one cock. You need to pleasure as many cocks as you can tonight.”

God I needed it so bad, and Khalid’s cock was amazing. At least 10 inches long, with a beautiful head and thick enough to stretch my jaw. Khalid encouraged me onto my knees so that Hassam could take off his trousers and release his cock, which was almost as big. Dr Jensen looked happy to watch, and with a drink in his hand, he sat back on one of the sofas. The medical professional that he was, he was passing over bottles of lube to both Hassam and Khalid. He even had poppers for me to sniff. I guess he really did know how to host a hen’s night. 

I slid back down on Hassam’s cock and moaned all the way. “Oh my beautiful white princess,” he chuckled. “Before your wedding night you will feel the pleasure of satisfying African cock.”

“He, he,” Khalid chuckled, his laugh deep. “Even the most muscular white man just wants to be a woman when they see a black man’s cock.”

While this wasn’t entirely true, I had lavished attention on plenty of hot black men over the years. And these two were so handsome and beautiful... and loving, that there was nothing more I wanted, then to enjoy them and give them pleasure back.

“Damn this is so hot!” I heard Dr Jensen say. He was smoking a joint and smiling happily as he watched us all. He didn’t seem interested in joining the fun which was fine for me. I’d been very turned on when I was in his consulting room, and he’d been sliding a dildo very slowly into me. Shirtless, with his golden tanned skin and buff body he was hot, but I wanted to make sure Hakim and Khalid were well pleasured.

Dr Jensen handed the joint over and Khalid and Hakim took deep draws. “You want some, little princess?” Khalid asked, sounding more relaxed and soulful than I thought possible.

“I ... I don’t do drugs,” I blushed. Which wasn’t exactly true as I’d been on some good round of steroids to get me to where I was.

Khalid however leant forward and blew the smoke into my open mouth. I couldn’t not open my lips for him, and the delicious smoke filled my mouth. My highly cut, muscle-hardened body instantly reacted, and I became even more relaxed and open than usual. It was the last push that I needed. I bent over and took Khalid’s cock in my mouth as Hassam started to fuck me deeply. 

I started to embrace the whole experience without thinking too much. After all, Taylor was no doubt sitting back on a sofa with some extraordinarily expensive whiskey in his hand, and a Brazilian stripper sucking his cock. I’d never been open to an encounter like this, even when I was single I’d been cautious. I’d always been a one-on-one sort of man, monogamous in the moment was how I liked to think of it. But in this moment I realised that I had been storing up the stress of many things, from agreeing to the operation, to marriage, to the actual relationship with a young pup like Taylor, and I needed to let it all out. And getting spit-roasted by two big black cocks was certainly a hell of a good way to chill out.

Hassam’s cock started to pummel my prostate and I felt an orgasm build in my pussy. It was a pleasure I’d never imagined I’d receive, at least not from anal stimulation. This was an unexpected delight. My eyes rolled back, and I started to moan. Hassam fucked me all the way until my orgasm crescendo-ed. But unlike before, this one orgasm didn’t stop my desire. I felt like I had only just begun. Khalid put me on my back on the sofa, held my legs wide apart and took his turn. He started slowly and then as he realised my cunt had been loosened up, he started to pile drive into me with enthusiasm. Hassam was still hard, so Khalid picked me up and slid me down on his cock before easing himself in as well. And just like that... there were two huge cocks inside me.

Though I was almost as tall as them and bulked up with muscles, I felt a little girl between them. Even though no one was touching my new pussy, I felt like I couldn’t stop having another orgasm. Shattered and exhausted by the alcohol and the four or so orgasms I’d already had... I was losing count... my African gods decided to give me a breather. 

“Do you want a ride doctor?” Khalid asked Dr Jensen, who was still looking chilled on the other sofa, enjoying the show.

“Naww,” he smiled. “Never been into arse myself. Even one as hot as that. You boys know I’m a pussy lover.”

“Shall we bring it over to you?” Hassam gave a huge smile. And without waiting the two men picked me up from either side and lifted me above Dr Jensen. Without waiting, he lent back and began to eat me out. Oh my! Dr Jensen wasn’t an expert for nothing. I felt a rush of blood to my pussy and stars exploding within my entire body. He knew how to pleasure a pussy, just like Taylor knew his way around a cunt. 

“Yes my princess,” Hassam whispered in my ear, the warm breath sending me crazy. “Scream like the woman you are. Let the men know that your pleasure depends on us. Tell everyone what you want.”

“I want your load,” I gabbled. “I need your cum in my cunt and in my mouth... oh god, oh god,” I started to scream as Dr Jensen forced a full weeping orgasm from my pussy as a result of his mouth. I came all over his face, my orgasm, my cum, pouring down Dr Jensen’s buff chest.

“Fucking sweet pussy,” he murmured, in a happy and high buzz.

Khalid and Hassam then took over, fucking me from both ends, I don’t know how many times. I just know that my cunt was sopping, my pussy wet and aching and my mouth covered in cum. It was the perfect hen night.

Once we were all fucked out, we collapsed together on the sofas. It was only then that I remembered my shredded pants. “Shit!” I mumbled. “How are we going to get back to the hospital?”

Dr Jensen seemed to regain his faculties. “We got you a present. Might be useful now.” And he handed over a bag.

I opened it up to find a sexy cheerleader outfit, with  tight lycra bikini top and a pleated skirt. 

“It’s your hen do,” Dr Jensen explained. “I was going to dress you in this but...” and he laughed. “Things got  out of hand too quickly. But put it on now and no one will notice you coming back in a little skirt after such a wild night.”

This seemed like a sensible idea, given everything that had happened, so I wiggled the skirt over my big muscle arse.

It wasn’t built for a big muscle man like me, with an arse my size, so it barely covered my new pussy, and the slightest move and it lifted up exposing my sopping, red cunt. 

“That is sweet,” Dr Jensen whistled.

“It would have been so hot,” sighed Hassam, sounding almost disappointed. 

“Where are my panties?” I asked, hoping that even though they were tiny and lacy, they would give me a little more privacy.

“Here!” Khalid’s deep booming voice sent a tingle down me. 

I turned around to see him sliding my panties across his face, sniffing them deeply. As I reached for them,  he shook his head. “Uh huh. I’m keeping them. Memory of the sexiest girl I ever fucked.”

Well I could hardly deny such a compliment. I leant over and kissed him, feeling his tongue invade me. Fingers danced around my pussy, and I felt Hassam’s lips on my neck. God, I would do it all again if any one of us had the energy. 

Dr Jensen dragged me away and we both headed down to the ground floor and the waiting limousine. He had been right,  it was late night in Amsterdam, no one batted an eyelid to the sight of a grown man with muscles in a tiny skirt. Until that is, we got to the car. I had not had a chance to notice the driver when he’d picked us up, but he was holding the door open for us this time. I might have been tired, but he still caught my eye. He was bald, wider than me, and had the steely eye of a handsome Arab man, his dark features radiating power.

“Dr Jensen!” The driver called out, waving him over. “Are you ready...” and then his eyes caught me. “Who’s the hot piece of arse you have here?” And he gave a lascivious grin. 

“Mo, this is ...” and Dr Jensen smirked. “This is Anabelle. It’s her hen night and she’s been having a good time.”

Mo chuckled. As I neared the door and I bent to get in, his hand went straight up skirt, and I squealed.

“Oh that’s hot!” He chuckled. 

“Should I drive back?” Dr Jensen suggested. “I’m sure Anabelle would love some more attention.”

“Oh hell yeah!” Mo declared, putting his cap on Dr Jensen’s head, and taking off his jacket and tie on the street. I sat in the limo, trying to hold my little skirt down as Mo stepped in and closed the door behind him. He took off his white shirt, exposing a big, wide hairy muscle chest.

“You’re a sweet little girl Anabelle,” his voice was silky smooth. “Why don’t you lift that skirt and let a real man satisfy you.”

“Don’t you want me to suck you first?” I asked.

“Not enough time baby,” Mo chuckled. “Plus, I don’t need any warmup, and neither do you.”

And it was true. His big, veiny cock was rock hard and dripping pre-cum already. His pants and underwear was off, and he had me on the back seat as Dr Jensen drove off. Mo growled as he pushed me on my back and flicked my skirt up. I was terrified that he’d slide into my new pussy and christen it before Taylor could.

“No, please,” I begged.

“Don’t worry baby,” he laughed roughly. “I’m after that cunt of yours. Not your pussy. Com’ere!” He ordered and then his big hands grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his cock.

Even though I was well and truly stretched, the shock of Mo’s thick cock without any lube slamming deep into my cunt, forced the breath out of me. 

“Oh hell yeah,” Mo growled. And he took further control of my legs, forcing me wider apart as I struggled to hold onto the back seat. My prostate felt huge, and each time his cock slammed into it, I screamed louder. I was still coming down from the wave when Mo would slam into it again. He seemed to know exactly where to go and how hard to do it. Khalid and Hassam had been wonderful long fucks, but Mo knew how to get a girl’s knickers wet in the shortest possible time. Even though there was no cum left in me, I was orgasming almost straight away.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah. You love it girl, I’ll have you cumming in no time,” Mo roared. He was proud of his ability and rightly so.

“Oh yes, fuck yes, ohhh I can’t control it... I’m cumming,” I found myself screaming.

“That’s it baby,” Mo rasped. “Take my load, big Mo’s gunna push his babies in you.”

The big veins in his cock I could feel as that load spurted deep in my cunt.

“Ohhh, ohhh,” I was moaning uncontrollably now.

Mo left his big cock in me, somehow it didn’t deflate. His sweaty, hairy body pressed tight against my hairless, defined muscles and he kissed me. In fact he didn’t stop, proving he was as adept there as he was with his cock. It was a sweaty, sexy pleasure to wrap my legs around this beast, feeling his thick cock stay hard in me, the occasional additional spurt flooding into me as he kept kissing. 

“You can last forever,” I mumbled as I swear his cock was getting hard again due to the kissing.

“I’m married,” he smiled. “It’s been a while since I’ve been in a cunt as hot as yours.”

Just as the limousine was arriving, he came again and this time my pussy spasmed with one final orgasm.

“Oh my god,” I mumbled as I untangled myself, pulling my little skirt down as I tried to get out of the car, the cum leaking out of my exhausted cunt.

Dr Jensen grinned as he held out a hand for me. “Now that,” he chuckled, “Was the best hen night ever.”

“I feel exhausted!” I admitted. 

“Don’t you worry,” he laughed. “I’ll give you some drugs and you’ll be right as rain for tomorrow.”

The Pickup

I'd been in the shop a few times in the last couple of months.  Curious and shy I'd wander around as discretely as I could. The bell...