The night I met Mr. M, I’d been more than a little frustrated. Earlier on, I’d wasted an hour and a half dancing and talking to this guy at the club. He was a great looking guy but when we got back to his place he was very reluctant to take off his boxers. That could only mean one thing. As I feared, he had a short little cock between his legs. I was so damn disappointed I wasn’t up for pretending. I told him he should tell girls about his short dick problem before wasting their time. I felt like I had been ripped off. I only get to go out once a week when my boyfriend goes out of town. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I’m not single.  Anyways I wasn’t up for spending the night with a guy whose dick was the size of my pinky finger ! I stormed out and went back to the club. 

I had a standing “I’ll give you unlimited blowjobs, and you’ll let me in your club and give me all the free drinks I want, whenever I want” deal with the manager of the club. I’d jst been there to deliver on my end and was on my way out the door when Mr. M came stumbling through the door of the office. He stared down my shirt for a few minutes, then invited me to stay awhile and then be his guest for dinner and the concert. Of course I agreed.

The first thing I noticed was that OK, so Mr. M had a little bit of a Daddy thing going on – but he was a lot older than me – and I’d been a bad, bad girl lately and was definitely in need of a good spanking, so what the heck. As part of the game, I struggled in vain when he forced me over his lap and yanked my panties down around my knees. I kicked hard; he spanked hard. He began to spank me soundly, rhythmically – building in intensity – and pausing to rub my reddening bottom in between slaps.

At first it felt good, but then it started to sting a lot more than I’d expected it to. I mean, it wasn’t the first time I’ve been bent over a man’s knee and had my sweet round ass set on fire, but this spanking was making me squirm and shed a few tears. Even though I could feel my cunt starting to ooze, I still jumped a mile when he rudely shoved a finger up my cunt. I didn’t want to, but I came immediately – my hips bucking madly and me screaming like a banshee.

He stood up, unzipped and pulled his huge dick out of his pants all in one fluid motion. Stories of his penis size were legendary – and they sure weren’t wrong. He was massive. He shoved me backwards on the bed, spread my legs apart with his knees, and shoved his big cock inside my cunt. He rubbed my clit with the pad of his thumb and began thrusting his big cock in and out of my tight hole. I screamed with excitement and pleasure. I felt his body tense as he groaned and fell against me, covering my body with his sweat. He rubbed my clit hard until I came again, screaming and trying hard to catch my breath.

We must have dozed off because I woke up about twenty minutes later. I slid my body out from underneath his and knelt over him. I breathed my warm breath on his cock and balls, then started sucking his balls and licking the length of his big dick. Finally, I started sucking on his penis, taking all of it into my mouth. But I gagged as he fucked my face violently, shoving his dick all the way down my throat as I felt him shoot his load.

We laid there and sweated for a little while, then he sat up and called room service to order a few bottles of champagne. When the knock on the door came, he told me to answer it naked, and rub my nipples and finger myself as I opened it. So I did. I know I have an awesome body and I enjoy showing it off. The bellboy’s eyes almost popped out of his head. Mr. M told him to come on in and drop his pants and I’d suck him off, but the poor guy just backed slowly out of the room, never once taking his eyes off me. Mr. M laughed, and I loved the shocked guy’s red-faced embarrassment.

Mr. M and I drank a bottle of champagne, smoked a couple of joints and snorted a few lines of I’m not sure what. In between, we kissed and licked and fondled each other. He sucked my titties for awhile, then shoved his cock into my mouth, forcing me to suck it. He held my head in one position and screwed my mouth. He came within minutes, pulling his dick out of my mouth so he could squirt his warm load all over my face.

Then we shared a cigarette and watched a little of some silly porn video-on-demand thing. Suddenly, he flipped me over his lap and started spanking me again – really hard – ramming a finger inside my sweaty cunt after every whack. The pain followed by pleasure felt so good it was making me delirious. I felt his cock getting hard and pressing against my belly. Suddenly he stopped spanking me and shoved me off his lap onto the floor. Then he stood up and yanked me to my feet by my hair. He puffed up a couple of pillows, positioned them on the bed and shoved me over them, with my ass up poked in the air.

He shoved his massive cock deep into my cunt once, covering it with my cunt slime – then pulled it out and rammed it deep up into my asshole, making me scream with pain. He laughed and slapped my ass several times.

I cried and struggled to get away, but he held my ass firmly and kept ramming his monster cock into my tight little butthole. Then he reached around and yanked my legs apart, mashing his full weight against me and fingering my clit while fucking my pussy with his finger. It wasn’t long before my crying and screaming had turned to squirming and panting. My chest was heaving as I threw back my head and yelled to him to keep on filling my ass with his thick cock. I felt him blow his load; so much come I felt it leaking out of my ass and dribbling down between my thighs. He kept massaging my swollen, throbbing clit until I had another thunderous orgasm.

I was totally covered with sweat and cum and suggested we take a shower. Mr. M’s response was to shake up a bottle of champagne and soak me with it, then start licking my boobs and belly. I got up and ran into the bathroom, giggling. Mr. M followed. We skipped the shower but hopped in the Jacuzzi and for the next hour, we slipped and slid all over each other’s wet bodies.

Then his manager phoned to remind him of a pre-arranged interview in a hour. So we drank the rest of the champagne, smoked another joint, and did another line. He gave me a VIP pass for the next night’s concert, and I gave him my panties and him one last quick blowjob.

Mr. M’s cock in my mouth was the last thought I had before I passed out again.

“In all honesty Miss Brown this is not what I had in mind when I applied for the job of personal assistant”
Which was true. Gene hadn’t bargained for having to dress so sexy or to have to serve all of Miss Browns sexual needs. Nor had Max counted on having the breast enhancements,the figure training,the cosmetic,style and voice training. Nor the humliating lessons in comportment and sensual service. Not to mention the fact that Gene had been born a man!!!
You wouldn’t know it now. But the only signs of his former life was tucked back between Gene’s thighs and secured in a panty that can only be removed with a key.  The training began with felatio and was a awkward and frightening experience having to drop down to his knees and suck the large rubber cock presented to him.  He had often dreamed of having someone like Miss Brown go down on him, and yet he was in the total opposite role. Oral sex now seemed like such a submissive,demeaning and debasing act. It was a reminder of how much his life had changed.
Miss Brown for her part loved the attention. Especially since the phallus was equipped with little nubs that were directed right toward her clitoris. Oh how Miss Brown completely dominate and humiliate Gene. While she taught him to control his breathing, a technique that would enable him to deep throat, she began to think of his imprisoned penus and how it would never again get to experince the delight that Gene was giving her.                                                                                                                                                                                                    
No Gene was a woman. Women were not made to penetrate but to be penetrated. Or at least this was the mantra she kept repeating to her debased maidservant.
And penetrated Gene was. After the intensive blowjob training Miss Brown turned him around and taught him to ride the cock. She sunk it deep into his ass with repeated thrust that made Gene think he would be split in two. She taught him to relax as the strap-on slipped passed his spincter. And to squeeze tightly the way a woman does with kegals. The attention on her prostate was making Gene a horny little slut. But as always her excitement was thwarted by the cage around her cock.  “That’s so you only concentrate on your owners  pleasure and not your own” Goddess explained.

 HOT EBONY PHONE SEX 

I rolled over and felt a familiar slimy stickiness between my legs that reminded me I hadn’t spent the night alone. But who the guy had been – or where he was now – I had no idea. Nor did I care.

“Man, I am SO whacked – and it feels SO good . . .” that’s the last thing I remember thinking before I passed out last night. But I just woke up on the bathroom floor. My mouth tastes like the inside of a poodle’s asshole and my head’s pounding faster and louder than a jackhammer .

And where the hell were my panties ? Had I even bothered to wear any ? I had no recollection – it was anyone’s guess . . .

Whoever it had been, it wasn’t Mr. Big . Wow ! What a night THAT had been . . . In spite of the crappy way I felt right now, I had to smile as I remembered all the fun I’d had then. It had been a little more than two months since we’d spent that memorable night together in his hotel suite. He’d told me he had an awesome time with me, and he’d even promised he’d be in touch later – but of course he hadn’t (at least not so far). But then, our encounter had only been two months ago – and he was in the middle of a world tour. So I was sure he’d give me a buzz as soon as his hectic life settled down. I felt myself getting wet between the legs just thinking about it.

Well, back to right now . . . There were two glasses on the floor; one of them with my trademark candy-red lipstick smeared around the rim. That glass was totally empty. The other glass held a couple of inches of something clear – vodka, maybe ? – in the bottom. I gulped it down without thinking or checking what it was.

I stood up and noticed a few new bruises as I stretched. Whoever he was, he must’ve been a little rough last night; I don’t really know – I have absolutely no memory of anything that happened.

I wandered into the kitchen, where nearly a full bottle of gin stood waiting for me on the counter. I splashed some into a glass, grabbed a few ice cubes from the freezer and downed it all in one gulp. Now where the hell were my cigarettes ?

I always had a cigarette after sex, so there was a good chance they were on the bedside table – that is, if we’d fucked in bed. I stumbled in the general direction of the bedroom.

I saw my thick black leather belt laying across the bed; hmmm . . . I walked across the room and checked my ass out in the full-length mirror – and sure enough, there were several new belt-shaped marks across it. Try as I might, I still couldn’t remember anything about last night’s antics . . . The dog collar and handcuffs dangling from the bedpost ought to jog my memory, but they didn’t – man, I must have really been out of it !

My cigarettes ! I sat down on the side of the bed and lit a Marlboro. I definitely needed another drink to go with the cigarette, so I motored back to the kitchen. No ice necessary this time – it just takes up room in the glass. I was starting to notice that my asshole hurt, so I was guessing it got a little action last night. Still couldn’t remember a fucking thing, though . . .

I poured a full glass of gin and took it back to the bedroom and flopped down on the bed. I finished the cigarette and put it out. I downed half the gin, bent my knees and spread my legs wide. I inserted a finger deep into my cum-filled cunt and wiggled it around. Mmmmmm . . . But I wanted something more, something bigger and harder . . .

My favorite vibrating dildo was in the top drawer of the bedside table.  I got it out and fired it up. It was a tight fit, but it slid right inside my snatch, no lube needed. I turned on the “slow pulse” function, and moaned as it did its business. I finished the gin and laid my head on my pillow, closed my eyes, and remembered my incredible cum-filled night with Mr. Big. I rubbed my big nipples until they were hard little buttons. I began sliding the big dildo in and out of my cunt, occasionally rubbing it up against my clit. It wasn’t long before I was lost in a flood of pleasant memories and sensations.

Yeah, that had definitely been a night to remember . . .

 When I went off to college last Fall I was wondering what things were going to be like for me sharing a dorm room with another girl and kind of wondering if I was ever going to have the kind of privacy I had at home in my room. When I met my roommate I was glad that she was someone I could hit it off with. We more or less kind of clicked from the start and I think it was a relief for both of us. We both admitted that we were worried about who our roommate was going to be and were relieved that it seemed like a good match.

We got settled in and over the next few weeks I found myself getting really frustrated sexually because it was so much harder to find alone time to masturbate. I was always waiting for her to leave for class or kind of get hints if she was going to be gone for a while so that I could get myself off. Needless to say I was walking around school so darn horny half the time because I wasn’t getting myself off enough like I used to when I was home.  One time, I woke up in the middle of the night and was just so horny I knew I needed to do something. I looked over at my roommate and I could tell pretty much that she seemed sound asleep. The beds in our room were in opposite corners. So I decided that I could probably do what I needed to do and she likely would never know.

I just slid my hand down and started to give myself a little relief. Oh my gosh it felt so good. It reminded me of being at home in my own bed. I was so wet. It didn’t take long and I knew I was getting close to an orgasm. I usually like to roll over on my stomach and kind of grind my hands into my clit when I’m ready to finish. So I slowly rolled over and tried to stay quiet and move as little as possible so that I could finish.

All of a sudden I heard “so looks like you need it as bad as me”. OMG my roommate was up and sitting up in bed looking at me. I was so embarrassed. I rolled over and said sorry I didn’t mean to wake you but I couldn’t help it. I was mortified. She was pretty cool about it and said that I wasn’t the only one who was frustrated about not getting enough alone time. She admitted that it was becoming a real problem for her too and was surprised I hadn’t caught her doing it a few times at night. I said yea its not like being back at home. She could totally agree. We talked a little and basically both admitted that we needed more alone time and that we both masturbated quite a bit for relief. She actually said “hey I’ll tell you this, I’m not gay or anything but if you want to we could make it easier on both of us if maybe we just masturbate whenever we want and just understand that that’s what we need and it doesn’t have to be a big deal or embarrassing for us”. I said yea it sounds weird but I basically can’t take the waiting and wondering when I’m gonna have alone time, its getting so frustrating. So she said well, “you want to finish what you were doing and I need to do it too”.

Although weird at first I was so relieved to just have it out there in the open and know that now I could do it whenever and it was going to be no big deal. That nite Amy and I had our first masturbation session together. It was great. She stayed in her bed and I in mine and we just took care of ourselves together for the first time. We whispered to each other how good it felt and I think we could each tell how horny the other one was. We could hear each other having our orgasms and I thought it was great. After, we talked and were both so glad that now we had it out in the open and didn’t have to wait for the other to leave and it freed us up to just relieve the tension whenever we needed to. We didn’t start masturbating together all the time but when one of us was doing the deed it was no longer a big deal to have the other person in the room. Sometimes I would hear her and sometimes I guess she could hear me but we didn’t always do it together. I often liked to masturbate in the morning when I first wake up and so did she apparently and so quite a few times we heard each other in the morning or actually just did it together. No, we never did any lesbian stuff or anything like that. It was just a way for both of us to be comfortable taking care of our needs and not having to feel embarrassed about it.

I came home smelling of her and it drove me wild. Later that night, I thought about her touching me while I touched myself. Her hands on my face as she kissed me, her whispers in my ear as she caressed me and cast a spell. I immediately felt the warm rush of desire march over my skin at the mere sight of her.  I was lost, completely immersed in thoughts of her as I clutched at the sheets and strummed my own flesh. I thought about how wet she became around me, how hard her nipples grew, our flirting evident in both of our bodies, the need to satiate the other at the very surface. I thought about the first time I tasted her, slipping my fingers in between her delicate folds, opening her slowly with each gentle thrust as my tongue flickered over her clitoris…

As my memories of her bumped me dangerously close to the edge of my own orgasm, my mind pushed further into darkness. Her legs spread, my head in between them, ravenous for her as I brought her to orgasm with my mouth and lips. I watched her writhe on the bed as she pushed her bareness against me and came hard against my face, her back arching, hands frantic in my hair. Her body glistened in the half light of the room, her sighs slowly replaced with an impish smile of triumph…

But it was new territory that brought me my own climax later that night, my body bursting with sensation, shudders rippling through the core of me at the imagery conjured. I imagined her naked and on all fours on the plush of her bed, taking her husband fully in mouth while my boyfriend caressed her voluptuous ass from behind, his bare cock nuzzling against her swollen cunt. I wanted to watch both of them use her for pleasure, fucking her simultaneously, one slowly dipping in and out of her waiting mouth while the other pumped her cunt full of hard cock. I wanted to be close by as the sensation became too much for either man to bear, her velvet heat begging them to surrender as she came with force, her beautiful body sucking the orgasm right out of both of them…

It was at that moment that I came hard against my damp sheets. I wondered how long it would take for my fantasy to manifest into reality.

So your favorite phone sex tranny, Sasha Severe  has been a busy T-girl. One of my favorite men asked me away for a few days. Seems he had a craving for some shemale cock that just couldnt wait. Booked a fabulous room for us over looking the ocean. Nice scenery but really he spent most of it on his back watching me shove my tranny cock up his ass. Course he picked a rather small town and I am pretty sure I was their first sexy transexual that they had laid eyes on. I dont mind at all. For when the men look at me wondering if my cock is bigger than their I sort of picture them finding out with a little forced cock sucking! Oh please as if you dont have your own visions of sucking my cock and finding out just how much of it you can take in your mouth. I sort of thought it would be nice to tell them were I was staying and that when I was done with my sugar daddy that I would introduce them to the world of cock sucking ~ tranny style.

Though, I did start to think of the time BigDickDaddy found me how shy he was to even look at my cock. How much coaxing I had to do to get him to wrap his thin lips around my cock. The first time he gagged on my ladyboy cock. I rather enjoyed listening to him gag on it, to be honest. Have a thing for listening to men gag on cocks. BDD had told me how his wife fucked him with straps on before but the whole time he was fantasizing about being fucked by a transgender.  He soon found out that actually being fucked by a shemale cock was far more intense than his fantasy. Now he is a dick sucking fool. The only way he can get off with his wife is to think of me fucking him or sucking my cock. As it should be.

My older brother is an asshole. He teases me constantly and loves to try and shock or embarass me. He will do things when his friends are over. Really horrid things like he might sniff the air and say, “Have you HAD your bath yet?” Or things like “You know, Louise, you really should wear CLEAN panties every day.” It makes me color up and run for cover. But not last week.

He had been making his usual foul-mouthed smart-ass remarks but instead of running away, I sat and seethed! The moment his friends had gone and he had shut the door, I launched myself at him punching the shit out of him anywhere and everwhere I could hit him. I must have caught him off balance, because he fell to the floor with me on top of him. I wasn’t going to let him go and I kept slapping him across the face and my language, I don’t know, I suddenly was aware that my language had got real bad. With each slap I was calling him really bad names. “You fucking asshole.” “You bastard.” “You fucking CUNT” (I never, but NEVER use that word! Then, right out of nowhere, I felt myself on the verge of an orgasm. Don’t ask me how, but I was a hairs breadth off cumming in my panties. All it took was the sudden realisation that my dear brother had beaten me to it. I had looked down and seen the wetness on his pants and in that second, I knew, absolutely KNEW he had cum in his pants and it tripped me off and I came in mine!

No way either of us could deny it either. For a few seconds, I sat astride him with my skirt ridden up and his cock bulging through his pants against my panties. Then I heard myself say. “Hit me.” I got off him and lay over the arm of a chair and said it again. “Steve, hit me. Hard.” I felt him slap my ass, but nowhere near hard enough. “Harder, make it hurt.” He slapped again, this time it stung. “Ohh, HARDER!!” again a slap, but this time it REALLY hurt. I looked around and saw he had a ruler in his hand from dads table. He started to cane me and in a few strokes I had cum again in my panties.

Steve had drawn blood too! The next thing can’t be told here. But afterwards, neither of us regret a thing. The thing is, with Steve, I am WAY wilder than with my boyfriend and Steve is wilder than with his girlfriend. I have tasted her too.. well, indirectly if you know what I mean. I love it when I get Steve to pee all over me. My boyfriend asked if he could do that to me once but it freaked me out yet with my brother, I love it. I know, its so bad, but why does it feel SOOO damn good?

Holiday Orders Placed Here

Now ladies. Relax, already. Your g-spot is a great thing, it’s true. It can also be elusive, frustrating, and maybe even disappointing. Maybe you find it, have those amazing, unique-to-the-g-spot orgasms, and your life is changed forever! Or maybe you never find it. Maybe you do find it and it’s not your thing. Maybe you find it, don’t like it, then re-discover it 10 years later and it turns out you’ve developed a taste for it . . . like olives!

Well, all of those are great and perfectly normal ways to experience your sexuality. It’s your body, and only you know what feels right for it. Either way, the g-spot’s not the be-all, end-all of sexual satisfaction for everyone. It’s just another option. And I love options.  Excercise Your Options Now!!!

The Dong Kong
His Penis: King Kong ain’t got nothin’ on this dude’s dong.

His Phallic Familiar: Jonah Falcon, 13.5 inches.

His Personality: Ever since he figured out his penis was bigger than every other guy’s in the locker room, and the county, and the state, he’s had something of a My John Thomas Is Bigger Than Yours god-complex. It didn’t help when the ladies figured out what he was working with and started throwing themselves at him in droves. All this turned him into the biggest tool in town. As a consequence, he has a hard time keeping a job, and he’d rather lay around watching TV and absentmindedly adjusting his wang than take a girl out on a date. If you want him, you have to take him on his terms: lying down.

Chief Little Man

His Penis: It is small.

His Phallic Familiar: He Pingping

His Personality: When he figured out he was on the, er, smaller side, he got a little worried. Would anyone ever love him—and his diminutive friend? He decided he would be successful in life—professionally and personally—and he wasn’t going to let his wiener size dictate his manhood. He set about achieving his goals and in his spare time researched the best small penis sex positions. Now, he’s a self-made millionaire and a Don Juan of the 21st century. You name it, he can do it. Bring you home? (If you know what we mean.) No problem.

Average Johnson

His Penis: 4.85 inches.

His Phallic Familiar: Himself

His Personality: Would you notice him in the supermarket aisle? Maybe, maybe not. After all, he’s just your Average Joe. He wears khakis and drinks uncomplicated beer. He has an average job, and he lives an average life. So, is he average in the sack? Sometimes, the average guy’s sexual performance is as average as his skin flute. In other instances, he makes up for in erotic talents what he lacks in exceptional penis-tude. What we’ve concluded: The average-sized penis-haver is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.

Thom York Disclaimer: In no way shape or form do I feel that the following category is a diss on Thom York. I fucking love freaks. I feel that random behaviour in the bedroom creates awesome orgasms. In my heart in mind this exactly how I hope Thom to be.

His Penis: It’s a mystery.

His Phallic Familiar: Zippy the Pinhead

His Personality: This guy is a freak. He’s got a weird career, and odd hobbies, and says stuff that makes no sense. Wouldn’t you know it, his trouser snake is strange, too. It curves to the left, or it curves to the right. It points straight down, even when you’d think it’d be pointing straight up, or it acts as if it has a mind of its own, and after a while you begin to suspect it does. If you can give yourself up and go along for the ride, it will be a wild one. I recommend.

Big Brother

His Penis: “Width or length?”

His Phallic Familiar: Mel Gibson

His Personality: Pushy and aggressive, this guy is the self-proclaimed boss of the universe. His girth is more impressive than his length, and he’s looking to make up for what he lacks with his overly everything personality. More often than not, he’ll tell you this upfront. That’s how he is. God forbid you come to your own conclusions. Although, unless you have a vagina wider than it is long, he may be on to the next one.