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I don’t know what happened to my clothes. It seemed like they just kept disappearing. Amy’s solution was always for me to wear her clothes, and I must admit that they made me feel really sexy. I’d worn women’s clothes before here and there, but it was always for a party or some special function where it was expected or at least accepted.My feminine build always gets lots of attention from guys, and it’s not hard to understand why. I’m a petite boy with a big ass, lips, and chest, and a small waist, shoulders, and cock. I’m not gay, but I’ve always enjoyed inflaming the raw, animal sexuality of men. It gave me a sense of power that was always a turn on, even if sex with guys isn’t what I was after. Some people play chess; I play horny studs.It was a weekday afternoon, and I was busy cleaning the house and getting it ready for Joe, my one-time high school bully who was going to be moving in with us. I still wasn’t quite sure why. I had asked my wife Amy, who had arranged the whole thing, but she was vague about it.I had asked her once. We were lying in bed spooning, and I was the little spoon as usual, even though we’re basically the same size. I was naked and she was still dressed from work in her white blouse, black pencil skirt, and black pumps. We had been silently cuddling for awhile when I spoke.“Why is Joe moving in with us?” I said with a pout that was audible in my voice.“Aww sweetie,” said Amy, chuckling softly. She kissed my neck and reached around and started caressing my left nipple. As she started sucking on my earlobe, I whimpered and instinctively ground my ass into her crotch. My little dicklet ached.“This is going to be so good for us, baby,” she said.“But he bullies me,” I whined. “He has since high school.”“Mmm hmm…” she said as she moved her hand to my ass. She started massaging it as she kissed the top of my back and my shoulders.“He treats me like a girl… ohh ahh,” I said, as she started caressing my puckering asshole.“Everyone treats you like a girl, my dear,” she said as she started to work her finger into my boi pussy.“Unnhgg hngg… yeah but it’s… ahh… you don’t understand,” I said. Her finger felt so good I could barely get the words out.“It’s gonna be fine, honey. Just remember you need to get the house ready this week.”I dozed off and woke up to Amy rolling me over on my back. I opened my eyes to see her skirt hiked up around her waist and wearing a giant red strap-on. She pushed my knees up and apart as she lay down between my quivering legs. As she leaned down to kiss me, I pulled her in and devoured her pouty lips and slinky tongue. I was whimpering and moaning as I sucked her tongue like a tiny cock. My asshole trembled and puckered, each time sending a warm jolt of electricity up my abodmen.“Mmm hngg unnh please… ungh please fuck me… hngg,” I mewled.She reached over me for a bottle of lube on the nightstand, her tits dangling in front of my face. I took a nipple in my mouth and started to suck and lightly bite it. She paused to moan and I imagined someone doing the same for me. Instead she stood up on her knees and began coating the dildo and stroking it. I lay there, legs splayed, nipples red and puffy, girly cocklet leaking precum, my boi pussy begging to be wrecked.She started prodding the entrance to my tight little twat before falling on me and driving it home in one thrust. I screamed and moaned as she pushed Ankara escort my legs back, propping herself up and putting my ankles on her shoulders. She pounded me harder and faster and deeper than she ever had. Before long, my hips were bucking, and I was shaking and shivering as my little cock exploded all over my stomach.She collapsed on top of me and kissed me as I whimpered into her mouth, the aftershocks of orgasm still rippling through my body. I fell asleep and woke up after she’d gone to work.I spent the next day cleaning, naked except for a frilly apron. It barely covered anything. I got the chills thinking about how every time I bent over, I was leaving myself open to someone walking in and taking me. I was home alone, and that prospect was very unlikely, but it excited me more than I wanted to admit.Some time in the late afternoon, the doorbell rang.“Just a minute!” I said.I went in the bedroom and scrambled to find something to put on. All I could find was a big old t-shirt, so I threw it on. It almost covered all of my ass, and the neck hole was so big, it slid off my right shoulder. I quickly pulled my hair into a ponytail, and as I did so I realized that I’d be giving whoever was at the door a cheap thrill if I raised my arms at all. Oh well, I thought. What’s the worst that could happen?I opened the door, and three burly men with moving boxes stood there.“Hi, can I help you?” I said.The one closest to the door looked me up and down, licking his lips.“Are you the lady of the house?”“I um… I… well… umm.. yeah, that’s me.” My nipples stiffened and my cheeks turned red. I could feel the blood rushing to my clitty.“We’ve got deliveries for Mr. Russo.”“Oh, okay.. umm, come on in?”They came in without another word and went right to the master bedroom. I was confused. I assumed Joe would be staying in the guest room, but I figured they knew what they were doing.They moved a few more boxes in and then left. About an hour later, Amy came home from work. She was wearing a grey pant suit and heels, her hair held together in a bun with chopsticks. She looked tall, powerful, put together. I was a small, sweaty, horny, thrown-together mess.“So these moving guys put Joe’s stuff in our bedroom?” I said.“Yeah,” she said. “Was that a question?”“Well should we move it to the guest room?”Amy smiled and bit her bottom lip. She ripped off her jacked and undid her hair, shaking it out so it fell around her face. She walked briskly over to me, backing me against a wall. She grabbed my hips and pulled me in for a wet, hungry kiss. I put my arms around her neck and melted into her.After a minute or so, she broke the kiss. She gazed into my eyes, caressing my cheek.“You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever known,” she said. She kissed my forehead and turned around and walked to where she’d dropped her jacket. She spoke with her back to me.“Joe thinks it’s best if you take the guest room,” she said. She looked over her shoulder at me. I must have looked confused. “He’s way too big for that bed, and it’s too big for both of us. So one of us has to sleep with Joe in the master bedroom. Do you want it to be you?”She looked at me with her eyebrows raised. I swallowed hard and my cheeks flushed as I imagined crawling in bed naked next to a naked Joe. A shiver ran up my spine. Amy smiled.“I didn’t think so. It’ll be fine babe.”She walked Balgat escort bayan into the the bedroom to get changed, and I leaned against the wall, sliding down till I was sitting on the floor.Did I want to share a bed with Joe? All I could think about was his cock twitching in his pants, his intoxicating aroma, his commanding presence that I found irresistible. I couldn’t think straight. Joe had decided our sleeping arrangements, and there simply wasn’t room in my head to imagine anything else. Pleasing him crowded out every other thought. I felt dizzy.Amy came out of the bedroom wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt, her hair up in a pony tail.“Also Joe has requested a certain amount of modesty from you, which I think is reasonable,” she said.“But I… I mean I’m modest! I just… my clothes… I just haven’t had a chance to go shopping,” I said.“That’s not really the problem,” she said, sitting down next to me. “He wants you to wear a bra.”I groaned in embarrassment and covered my face with my hands. My whole body throbbed in shame.“That’s so ridiculous,” I said with less conviction than I’ve ever said anything. “Why?”She smirked and grabbed a handful of my right breast.“Gee, I wonder?” she said.“They’re A cups! I shouldn’t need a bra.”“Baby girl, these are not A cups,” she said. “And you can’t just wear my clothes the rest of your life, can you? We’ll go shopping tomorrow.”I got up suddenly and ran into the master bathroom, locking the door behind me. I rifled through the drawers till I found Amy’s large suction cup dildo. I pushed it into the floor of the tub, took my shirt off, and climbed on top of it. I slowly lowered myself on it, shivering and shuddering as I went, and soon I was bouncing on it with fervor. I grabbed a nipple with my left hand as I sucked the thumb on my right, bouncing faster and grunting and whimpering in a higher and higher pitch.“Hnngh unhh unngh, Oh Joe, fuck me harder!” I was screaming now. I didn’t care who heard me. All I could think about was wrecking my juicy ass on Joe’s massive cock. Every inch of my body was hot and tingly. I grabbed both breasts now, my tongue lolling out, my chest covered in sweat and drool.I sat all the way down on the dildo, bottoming out and feel it scrape my insides. I ground my ass in a circular fashion on it as I imagined grinding on Joe’s cock, his muscular arms squeezing the breath out of me as he grunted and bit and sucked my tits. I imagined prancing around the house in slutty, girly clothes, driving him to distraction. As I ground my ass back and forth, I whimpered and groaned and my aching little cock exploded, sending convulsions up my spine and down through my legs.I raised myself off the rubber cock and collapsed in the tub, my breath ragged and heavy, sweaty hair matted to my forehead. I was spent but not satisfied. I knew what I needed and it wasn’t a rubber cocking stuck to a cold bath tub.I laid there until I caught my breath, at which point I got up and got in the shower. The hot water relaxed me as I washed my long hair, the hot, soapy water flowing down my back and between my ass cheeks, soothing my tender rosebud. I sighed as I washed my breasts, my little cock hard, aching, useless. I was starting to get a bit of stubble on my legs and naughty bits, so I lathered my body up with shaving cream and went at them with my lady shaver. The Escort Batıkent cold razor caressed every inch of me, leaving my skin smooth and soft.I dried myself off and walked out of the bathroom. Amy was already asleep in bed, so without getting dressed, I sauntered naked down the hallway to the guest bedroom. When I got there and turned the light on, I was struck by how girly the room was. Lots of pink and lace, with a daybed against one wall. It wasn’t creepy or anything– no psychotic dolls or cuckoo clocks– but everything about it was feminine. Our master bedroom had a feminine touch, but it was much more neutral. Had the guest room always been like this? I couldn’t remember. I guess it had. I’d never really paid attention to it, but I always felt very warm and cozy in this room. It was like a little pink womb protecting me from the world.I slid my naked, freshly shaved body between the silk sheets of the bed, sighing contentedly as I rubbed myself against the slinky material. I woke up to the sound of Amy’s voice the next morning.“Wake up, angel. It’s time to dress you.”I stirred and groaned, rolling over to face the wall, my back now to her. She grabbed the covers and yanked them off me. I whined and pouted.“Mmm mm mmm,” Amy said. “Seems like a crime to cover up such a prime cut of triple-A fuck meat with clothes. But rules are rules. Come on.”She grabbed my hand dragged me out of bed. I was pouting and rubbing my eyes as she led me into our bedroom.“Today we’re gonna keep it simple,” she said. “You’re a blank canvas.”She handed me some baggy grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt.“What about underwear?” I said.“You won’t need it.”“But what if I, umm… you know, the friction might, uh…”“Just think about baseball players,” she said. I breathed hard and started blushing. She smirked. “Okay, softball players then.”I put the clothes on. The shirt was tight and exposed a bit of midriff. The contrast with the bagginess of the pants was hot. My nipples hardened.“This is why we’re getting you some unmentionables, my dear,” said Amy. “It’s not fair to walk around and give every red blooded man you see an aneurysm.”I smiled and tongued my upper lip as I looked at myself in the mirror.“You’re so boring,” I said. Amy rolled her eyes.“Never did I think I’d marry a bigger ho than me.”When we got to the mall, Amy took me by the hand and led me straight to Victoria’s Secret. I asked her why.“I can’t do anything about what a slut you are,” she said. “But maybe we can make you a classy slut.”I felt incredibly awkward as we walked in. Amy approached a saleswoman and started talking to her. I hung back, out of earshot. I saw the saleswoman smile and approach me.“Hi Bobbie, I’m Jane,” she said. “Let’s get you to a fitting a room.”The three of us walked to back of the store to a large fitting room.“Don’t we need some clothes first?” I asked as Jane shut the door behind us.“No, we need to get your measurements first,” Jane said.I swallowed hard.“I’ll need you to disrobe please,” she said.“Do I have to?” I said, looking at Amy and pleading. “Can’t I just get a few A-cup bras and get out of here?”Amy and Jane looked at each other and laughed. Jane put her hands on my shoulders and looked me right in the eye.“Trying squeezing those things into an A-cup, and you’ll get five marriage proposals between here and the parking lot. Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt, honey.”I blushed as I kicked off my pink Adidas and took off my shirt. I pulled down my grey pants, and to my extreme chagrin, my hard cocklet sprung up and slapped my abdomen as I did so.I stood there with one arm covering my boobs and the other hand covering my crotch.“I’m sorry, I uh… I don’t know…”
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