Orange

“I like the orange one,” he said sifting through her panty drawer.

“Really?” she asked with raised eyebrows.  “I don’t think that it will, uh, flatter you.”

“Oh well, I still want the orange one.  I promise I won’t stretch it out.”

            He looked at her with puppy dog eyes and she grudgingly slapped the orange satin garment into his hands.

            “I am of course going to be needing the matching g-string and a few pairs of socks for padding too,” he told her in a very matter of fact manner.

            “Yeah, of course.  What was I thinking?” she sarcastically grumbled.  “You and your fucking ass floss obsession… Geez…”

            “Well your full coverage stuff is all so boring.  Sorry.”

            “You’re just lucky you’ll look so goddamn cute in it or I’d make you buy your own.”

            “Pssh, like I could afford that!  It’s not like I do this everyday or anything.  What if I don’t like it?”

            “Then we won’t have to do it again.  This was your idea, not mine.  I’m just along for the ride.”  She dug around the drawer and after finding the orange panties, she flung them on the bed where they landed next to a black and purple, corset-top dress with matching mini-jacket and a strappy pair of size eleven fuck-me pumps.  “So now that we have all of that taken care of, where do you wanna begin?”

            “Um… I don’t know… What do you think?” he asked innocently.

            “I think that if you want to be able to pull off wearing that you’ll have to get all of your hair… here, here and here,” she said pointing to his arms, legs and underarms.  “And if you really want to get into it you can get, uh, everywhere else in between too if you catch my drift.  How far do you want to go with this?”

            “As far as I can without doing anything permanent,” he said calmly.  “Now how exactly does Nair work?  Does it hurt?”

            “No, it doesn’t hurt, and it works pretty well, but it smells horrible.”

            “Let’s do that then, sounds better than trying to shave.”

            “Alrighty,” she sighed, fishing the Nair out from the back of the bathroom cupboard.  “But you are on your own for this part.  Take this and spread it over everything you are getting rid of, but don’t rub it in!  Leave it on for like five to eight minutes and then wipe it off with a washcloth in the shower.”

            “Sounds easy enough.  I guess I will be seeing you in five to eight minutes then,” he said taking the bottle from her hand.

            “Eh, it will take a while to apply.  Plus you will want to try and smell as little like that as you possibly can afterwards.  I bet I’ll see you in about twenty,” she laughed.

            He shut the door and she began to search through her things to find any items that would aid in the unconventional transformation.  A pair of tweezers, a few crappy makeup kits, some hair accessories and some cheap jewelry was all she could muster up.  A few moments later he came out of the bathroom all silky smooth.  He had a nice body and the towel was just barely wrapped around his waist.

            “Mmmm… If we weren’t both so into this kinky role reversal thing, I’d fuck you silly right now,” she said, biting her lower lip.

            “Well, I mean… if you really want to…”

            “It’s okay.  I can be good and wait.  I’ve never got to do this before and I want it to be something different.  And if it ends up not working out we can always just do things the good old-fashioned way,” she smiled.

            “Alright.  Well, I’ve taken care of the whole hair thing.  Now what?” he asked looking at the floor, slightly embarrassed.

            “I’m going to pluck your eyebrows,” she said with an evil grin, snapping a pair of tweezers in his general direction.

            “No you’re not.”

            “Aww, why not?” she whined.

            “Because after everything is all said and done, I’d still kinda like to look like a guy, thanks,” he said dryly.

            “Fine, fine.  No eyebrows,” she pouted.  “I found these bracelets and stuff that you can wear with your outfit.  Look, these match!”

            He raised an unplucked eyebrow at her.

            “I wanna dress up like a chick, but I’m not a fag, Janae.”

            “Okay, okay… Let’s see… How about you try on your little ensemble and we can do your makeup when you’re done?”

            “Alright,” he said gathering up the pile of feminine fabrics from the bed and heading into the bathroom again.

            About five minutes later he emerged.  The dress cut off just above the knee and his shoulders were just a bit snug at the top.  The mini-jacket covered up his muscular arms nicely, and his new, lopsided breasts were made large enough to make his shoulders look a bit smaller.  It was a good thing she wore such a large bra size.

            “So, your boobs are kinda lumpy and crooked, but once we fix that I think you’ll like it.  Did you wanna go conservative or French whore with the makeup?”

            “Hmmm… You only live once.  Let’s go high class whore,” he laughed.

            She applied everything with great skill and gave him full, bright red lips.  The foundation covered up traces of stubble and evened out his skin tone.  He flinched a bit with the eyeliner and even more with the mascara.  After a bit of lavender eye shadow to set off the purple in the dress, she was finished and handed him the mirror.

            “Holy crap,” he said staring at his perfect lips in the reflection.  “I’m not gonna lie, this is already starting to turn me on.”

            She rubbed her hand along the front of the dress and felt him nice and stiff underneath.

            “God that’s nice,” she said softly, looking into his gorgeous brown eyes that were currently sporting supermodel eyelashes.

            “But we are going to do that other thing that we talked about first,” she said taking her hand off his cock.  She threw the shoes at his feet and stood up.  “Here practice walking in these while I go and get ready.  I don’t want you falling on your ass in public.”  She left for the other room, when she forgot something and turned around.  “Oh, and think of a good name for yourself.  Johnny isn’t exactly the hottest chick name.”

            “Yeah, thanks,” he said, fastening the straps on the fuck me pumps.

***

            The pumps were killing his feet as they walked though the mall.  She held his hand and he held her purse as they walked along, passersby giving them strange looks but not completely surprised.  It was the Bay Area after all.

            His hair was pushed up into a kind of stylized poof with the help of a purple headband and they fixed his chest before they left so that it looked somewhat believable.  They weren’t there to shop; they were there to let him see how it would feel.  He didn’t know any of these people, and never would, so he didn’t care what they thought, but he did want to see how they would react. 

            Some people didn’t really notice, but some pointed and giggled.  A few winked at him and a few even winked at her.  She was kind of enjoying the fact that in a few hours she was going to be in complete control of this person that so many people couldn’t keep their eyes off of, and he was loving the attention.

            “Are we almost done fulfilling your attention whore fantasy?” she asked him in a lyrical tone.

            “Almost,” he said.  “Let’s, like, go into some fucked up store like Abercrombie or Sports Authority and see if we can make some really conservative people uncomfortable!”

            “Okay,” she replied gleefully.  “Oooh, we could go into Ann Taylor and make old ladies cringe!”

            “Sounds like a plan,” he agreed.  “But remember, you said you’d buy me dinner, and I’m not a cheap date.”

            “Of course you’re not sweetie,” she said mockingly. “Of course not.”

            After about three hours of just walking around people watching, they left the mall and sat down to eat at a quiet restaurant.  The waiter was kind of a dick, so they took their dessert to go and only left him a one dollar tip.  When they got back in the car, she ran her hand up his thigh, underneath the skirt.

            “I can’t wait to rip that off of you when we get back to my place, sweetie,” she said in a cautiously seductive voice.  She could hear him swallow hard and he couldn’t think to respond to her with anything more than a meek little “Okay.”  She kept her hand on his leg and put the car into gear.

***

            “So what’s your name, sugar?” she said from the bed, a vast array of toys in several shapes and sizes spread out on the comforter.

            “Uh, Julie,” he said softly.

            “Well, Julie, you look like a nice girl,” she said with all the confidence she could muster.  “You haven’t done this kind of thing before, have you?”

            “No, sir.  I haven’t”

            “Then let me tell you how this is going to work.  For the rest of the evening you are going to be my cheap little whore.  You are going to do what I say, when I say it, and if you are good, the money will be left on the nightstand and you can collect it on the way out when we’re through.”

            He stood there in silence, not exactly sure what to make of all that, but could feel himself starting to stand at full attention beneath the orange satin.

            “Do you understand, Julie?” she said sternly.

            “Yes, sir.  I understand perfectly.”

            “Good.  Then you can start by taking those clothes off.”

            He started to shimmy out of the jacket when she stopped him.

            “No, not like that,” she said with mock frustration.  “Slowly.”

            He peeled the jacket off the rest of the way and unlaced the corset-top with a great vigor.  She watched the dress slide off the rest of his smooth body and motioned for him to come closer.

            “Leave the shoes on,” she commanded.  “I like how they look.”

            “Ugh, but they hurt so bad and—“

            “Excuse me?  But were you just disobeying me?  I said leave the fucking shoes on and get over here.”

            “Yes, sir,” he said somewhat wearily.

            She grabbed him by the waist and pulled him over to the edge of the bed.  She ran her hands down his curveless body and spanked him lightly on the bottom.  She smirked a bit and he couldn’t stop staring at the ceiling.

            From the pile of bedroom toys she found what appeared to be a brand new strap-on and removed it from its packaging.  She slid it over her hips and liberally applied some strawberry flavored lube.

            “You are horribly naughty, and I can just tell that you want it badly,” she said in a deep sexy voice.  “Now get over here and suck this cock.”

            “Uh…”

            “I wasn’t asking, Julie.  Get down on your fucking knees and get ready for me.”

            “But… I…” he drifted off, slowly dropping to his knees, slightly confused and unsure of himself.  “I mean, it’s not like you can feel it… Do I really have to—“

            And with that she grabbed the back of his head and shoved all six inches of the strawberry flavored latex down his throat.  He gagged and coughed and tears welled up in his eyes, but he eventually took it without complaining.

            “Look at me while you’re sucking my cock, Julie.  I like it like that,” she added softly, forcing him to bob up and down on her newly acquired phallus.

            His eyes moved up to stare into hers as red lipstick was smeared all over the instrument.  She ran her fingers through his hair and yanked him off of her as the fake cock came out of his mouth with a soft pop. He wiped the saliva from his mouth and rubbed his sore jaws.

            “That really wasn’t necessary,” he said.  “And it was pretty demeaning.”

            “Welcome to the wonderful world of sex as a woman, Julie,” she said emphasizing the last word to remind him to stay in character.  “Now let’s take off those sexy undergarments and let the real fun begin.  Get the lights.”

            She wrapped her arms around him and took off the bra, ignoring the rolled up socks tumbling to the floor.  She tossed it to the ground and slid the panties off of him exposing him, rock hard.  She ran a finger across his crotch.  It was her lucky day.  He had used the Nair there too.

            “Very nice there, Julie.  Now get on the edge of the bed.”

            She pulled him back to the edge as she stood up over him and spread his legs apart, rubbing his backside with soft hands.  She grabbed the bottle of lube and reapplied it to the strap-on, and a bit on to him.

            “Mmmm, it looks nice and tight back here, missy.  You haven’t done this before, have you?”

            “No, sir, but I’ve always been kinda curious to try it,” he said in his best innocent voice.

            “Well don’t you worry about a thing.  I’ll be gentle.”

            And with that she slid a finger inside of him.  He clenched up tight and she could barely get it out.

            “Shhh, don’t worry sweetie.  I’m an expert.  I won’t let you get hurt.”

            “You promise?” he asked her honestly, not as a scared little girl, but a nervous young man.

            “I promise,” she said, spreading him apart as far as she could.  She let some lube drip out directly from the bottle onto him and the cold liquid made him flinch a bit.  She put the tip of the strap-on right in position and before he could say another word she slid it inside of him as he shuddered.

            The pressure inside of him was something that he had never experienced before, and he felt rather peculiar as she started to move it back and forth inside of him.  A sinking feeling in his stomach came and went as she grabbed him by the hips and began to thrust herself into him.  She could sense his apprehension and started to creep around the front of him while he was distracted by the faux cock in his ass.

            She reached around and wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking it in time with the undulation of her hips.  He moaned loudly as she rammed it into him while playing with the tip of his steel manhood.  She knew he was probably about to cum, but she wasn’t ready for him yet.

            “Alright, darling.  Just one more thing and then you can have your precious orgasm,” she told him very casually while sliding the strap-on out of him gently. 

            She rummaged through her pile of fun accessories in the dark as he moved to the middle of the bed.  He never imagined it could feel like this.  She let out a sign of pleasure as she found what she was looking for and in the small trace of moonlight coming through the window he saw what looked like a giant toy with two heads and his eyes got rather wide.

            “Don’t be scared, sweetie.  You aren’t the only one who likes it up there.  We are going to have a little contest to see who can get whom off first.  Loser cleans up,” she smiled, winking at him in the dark.

            She took off the strap-on and gave them each a nice amount of lube to prepare themselves for the brutal new toy they were about to share. 

            “Now you get over on this side, and I’ll get over on that side.  Put your ass up against mine and I’ll put it between us.  It should slide right into you since we have you all nice and warmed up,” she giggled.  “This is just a tiny bit bigger than the last thing you had in there, but you’re a good girl, so I think you can take it.”

            She heard him swallow nervously and she backed herself into him.  After a little more lube she slid the tip into him and positioned the other tip right at her tight hole. 

            “When you’re ready, you just go right on ahead and push yourself into me.  Don’t worry, the part in the middle is super thick, so we won’t be losing anything.  And when it’s nice and deep inside of you, you can start touching yourself, as will I.  You aren’t allowed to cum until I do though, so pace yourself.”

            He stayed still on the bed, bent over with the tip of a giant toy inside of him.  He couldn’t seem to move at all, so it came to somewhat of a surprise to him as she took the initiative and began to press against him, causing the toy to force its way in, ripping him apart just a bit.  He cried out and started to stroke himself to ease the pain.

            “That’s it, Julie.  Take it all in.  Fuck yourself hard.  I know I will be.”

            Eventually they got a nice rhythm going and the sound of flesh pounding against flesh and heavy panting was all that could be heard.  She rubbed herself like she never had before and he stroked himself so hard he thought it might just fall off. 

            “Oh my God,” she cried out, “I’m going to cum!  Do it with me, please!”

            “I’ll try,” he panted. “I’ll try!”

            And as their hips moved in time with one another and the neighbors upstairs complained about the noise, they each hit climax, their chests heaving and their pain subsiding.

            “Jesus that was good,” she told him, turning around and removing the toy from within them.  It felt absolutely amazing as she took it out and their bodies convulsed ever so slightly. 

            She got up to get everything cleaned and put away and almost fell over from the dizzying ecstasy that her body had just endured.  He lay back as she moved everything around him and just stared at the ceiling, thinking about what just happened, completely forgetting that he was still wearing the uncomfortable shoes.

            She turned on the lights and brought him a warm washcloth to wipe all of the makeup off of his face and when he was all clean she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

            “So how did the whole girl experience work out for you, huh?” she said looking him dead in the eyes.

            He looked at the shoes he still had on for some reason, looked at the box of toys pushed to the floor and looked into her gray-blue eyes.  “Well, it was fun, excruciating, and most importantly, a giant pain in the ass.”

            They both looked at each other and laughed and went to bed thinking of the night that neither of them would ever forget.

Violet

          She wasn’t exactly sure what to expect when she got to the airport that day.  She had never done anything like this before and she sure as hell hadn’t been planning on it.  The dress that she was wearing made her feel somewhat out of place with things.  Normally she was a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl, but he had specifically requested something with easy access.  It made her feel a little cheap, but it was also kind of a turn-on. Her legs weren’t anything fantastic, but she knew how to use them.  Right now she was nervously strutting down the corridors of the airport, but soon she would be using her legs in a far different manner.

            His name was Michah and he was five feet and eleven inches of gorgeous Moroccan-Canadian god.  The only downside was that he knew it.  Cocky as hell and a deep sexy voice that went on for days in more ways than one, she figured that she was up to the challenge of bringing this man to his knees.  They hadn’t actually met yet in the traditional sense, but after countless chatroom rendezvous and a myriad of late-night phone calls she was fairly confident that she could handle what their real-life encounter would have in store for her. 

            Shay was never the kind of woman that anyone would describe as “striking” or even “beautiful,” but she could pass for cute, and she was perfectly content with that.  Although her affinity to constantly get guys that she assumed were way out of her league always seemed to amaze her, this was probably the hottest guy that she had ever been in any kind of a relationship with.  So, as he nonchalantly walked down the terminal, weekend bag in hand, she almost had half a mind to just turn the other way and run off like a scared little girl. But after all of the conversations that they had had and all of his assurances and after driving all the way out here, she figured that she didn’t really have a whole hell of a lot to lose—and he was looking particularly delicious, so she headed over to meet him.

            “Michah?” she meekly asked.

            “Hey there babe!  Come and give me a fucking hug!” he said oozing with charm.

            “Yeah,” she replied putting on her best sarcastic bitch tone, “I bet you’d like that, but I’m sure that you’d try to grab my ass in the process.”

            “And the problem with that is…?”

            “True story,” she laughed, and snatched the bag out of his hand so that he could wrap his arms around her and she could finally press her creamy white cleavage against his chest.  (And yes, there was ass grabbing in the process.)

            “So, what did you have planned for us today my dear?”

            “Well,” she said, giddy as a schoolgirl, “I was thinking that we could go out into the city tonight and I could show you a few things since you’ve never been out this way before.”

            “Okay,” he said holding out the A for an extended period of time to irritate her, “and then what?  Wink, wink.”

            “And then, we will take it from there and see what happens if you play your cards right.”

            “Oh, whatever, you know you’re gonna fuck me tonight.  Maybe even today.  Hell, let’s see what happens in the parking lot.”

            “Ha ha, fuck you, you arrogant asshole!”

            “But I’m your arrogant asshole! And I am going to fuck you,” he said with sweet puppy dog eyes.

            “Yeah, well we’ll see about that.  Come on,” she coyly said, “the car is this way.”

            She grabbed him by his firm brown hand as he trailed behind dragging his bag and murmuring smart ass comments into the air, “Hell, I’ll have you on your back right here in the fucking airport.”  She pretended she didn’t hear it but grinned a wide promising smile back at him.

            It was quite a way through the maze of cars in the parking lot, but it gave them some time to let the awkwardness melt away and the longing begin. She could feel his palm getting sweaty beneath hers and felt a little bit better about things, knowing that she wasn’t alone in her state of mind.  She gripped his hand tightly and glanced down to see the glorious clashing of skin colors and gave him another tiny smile. When they finally got to the car she unlocked the trunk to her tiny red economy car and put his bag inside.  She had just shut the trunk and out of nowhere he grabbed her and threw her up against the side of the car.  He held her face with one hand and one breast with the other, slowly working his way down her torso. 

            “You have no idea how badly I have wanted this, Shay.” And he pushed his lips against hers, parting them with his tongue, and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination as to what his intentions were to any on looking passersby.  He ran his fingers through her long brown hair and nibbled on her neck and ears as she raked her nails across his back through the ridiculous novelty t-shirt that he was wearing.  She hadn’t been kissed like that in the longest time and she hungrily devoured every bit of passion that he was willing to throw her way while she gave back anything and everything that she could. 

            Just then a security guard drove by in a golf cart and stopped right at the car.  He shot them a dirty look and cleared his throat, but they paid him no heed and he gave them some cheesy bit about getting a room or something to that extent and drove off. 

            “Alright, we are adults. We can wait for this,” Shay gasped, straightening out the wrinkles in her newly tussled skirt.  “Let’s go.  And, since you’ve been a good boy, I’ll even let you drive.”

            “Oooh, driving a Ford Escort!  It’s always been a dream of mine!”

            “Yeah, yeah… Get in the car you tool.  The directions to the BART station are in the front seat.”

            “We shall see who the tool will be tonight, sweetness.”

            “Geez, just get in the car and don’t hold your breath,” she scoffed, throwing him the keys to the car.

           

***

            They hadn’t been in the car for very long, but things were starting to get crazy again.  She needed to fuck him and she needed it badly.  But she wasn’t about to tell him that and let him get the upper hand again.  She had always hated pretty, rich boys, but she just had a feeling that this one was different.  So she was going to give this a chance, but she wasn’t about to give it away for nothing and make herself feel like a two-dollar whore in the process.  This time she was completely in control of the situation.  Let the first move be hers. 

            After fiddling with the radio for a few minutes and feigning disinterest for a few more, she finally decided to strike and put a light hand on his jeans.  It started at his knee and he patted her hand softly.  But as one of her favorite romantic songs came on the radio she slowly moved her hand up his thigh and back down again.

            “Keep your eyes on the road.  I still haven’t paid this car off,” she said with no intention of stopping, as if her hand had a mind of its own. 

            “You’re making it hard,” he whined.

            “Don’t I know it,” she laughed.

            The button on his jeans was easier to open up than she thought it would be.  The zipper gave her a bit of flack, but she could handle it. 

            “And what exactly are you doing down there, my dear?”

            “Don’t worry about it, just keep doing what you’re doing, and I’ll keep doing what I’m doing.”

            She smiled up at him and started pawing at his jeans.  In their midnight confessions he had told her that he was endowed with “just a bit more” than the average guy, but as the bulge in his boxers started to grow, she soon discovered that she was getting just a bit more than she had bargained for indeed.  She wasn’t going to let him have the satisfaction of having even more to hold over her, though, so when she finally freed him of his boxers she looked at him and in her bitchiest tone proclaimed, “Hmm, I thought it would be bigger.” 

            “I’m so sure,” he laughed.  “Now are you going to hit it, or babysit it?”

            “Ha ha, I’m doing whatever the hell I feel like doing with it.  It is mine now isn’t it?”

            “We’ll see how you treat it first, and then we’ll work out the details,” he replied smugly.

            “Uh huh… Well if that’s the case…”

            And with that she licked her lips and before he knew what was happening she took as much as she possibly could of him in her mouth and wrapped her tongue around him while she brought her head up and down with mechanical precision.  He let out a tiny moan and she stopped abruptly.

            “See, that’s what you get for being such a—“

            But before she could continue her catty tirade her grabbed her by the hair and shoved her back down on his cock.

            “I didn’t say you could stop, did I?” he asked, forcing her mouth on his body, pushing down deeper than before, choking her on all eight and a half inches of what he was packing. 

            A trucker in a big rig could see the whole show from the next lane over and gave him a thumbs up as he passed.  Michah laughed with a disturbing boyish glee and kept on driving with Shay bobbing up and down in his lap.  She scratched his arms to let him know that she needed to come up for air, but he ignored her muffled cries and kept his eyes on the road.  He continued on like that for a few moments more until she lightly dug her teeth across his tip and he released her for a split second. 

            “You asshole!” she yelled.  He could see the tears steaming down her cheeks from the pools that were her misty blue-grey eyes.  “You are such a jerk!”

            “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.  I know what you want and I know how to give it to you, even if you’re afraid to ask for it.  Now be a good girl and finish up and if you do, I swear to you that I will more than return the favor tonight if you like.”

            She stared at him with a raging fire behind her eyes.  He knew too much about her fantasies and it scared the hell out of her.  But there he was, stroking her hair seeming completely sincere.  He had never lied to her before, and if anything it was somewhat refreshing to meet a man who actually was true to his word on being so dominant on a sexual level when most men talked a big game and then disappointed.

            “You have to let me breathe a little bit, but—“

            He took her approval and ran with it.  He was already close to where he needed to be anyway.  They had agreed not to do anything for two weeks to themselves before they met so that it would be amazing the first time they were together, so this wasn’t going to take much longer, especially at this rate. 

            “It will be much less complicated at this point if you just swallow.  Alright babe?” She hated swallowing.  It always made her slightly nauseous afterwards.  But at this point it didn’t really seem like she had any choice in the matter.  Especially because about five seconds after he finished his sentence she could feel the hot, salty nothingness running down the back of her throat.  And even though he was climaxing he was fucking relentless and was forcing it down harder than ever, making sure that she took every last drop.  She was gagging on his cock and he was loving every second of it.  When he was finally kind enough to release her face from his ironclad grip, she looked at him with watery eyes and a tiny string of saliva running from his cock to her lips.

            “So, we’re here,” he said cheerfully.

***

            The ride from the BART station into San Francisco was filled with hand-holding, ear-nibbling and crotch grabbing.  Shay was feeling somewhat used and flustered, but at the same time he was still here with her and he seemed to be genuinely enjoying her company.  They were acting like two high school seniors that had decided to skip the prom in search of other less scrupulous adventures and it had been a long time since she had felt that.  They got off the train and ended up somewhere on Powell Street.

            “So where are we going exactly?”

            “Well, that is the beauty of San Francisco.  There is a lot to do but you just kind of have to find it out for yourself.  I am not an expert on this city at all, but it’s fun to ask random people where good places are to check out because you’ll get a different recommendation every time.”

            “Alright then…”

            They ended up asking a trendy looking Japanese couple for a good restaurant idea and wound up eating at a small café/coffee shop with an open mic night poetry session going on.  After listening to a stout lesbian ranting about why vaginas were way better than penises, they wandered around the city for a bit and ended up at Yerba Buena Gardens.  They had a carousel, bowling and an ice skating rink there and seeing as how Shay had never been ice skating before in her life and Michah was ridiculously Canadian, they opted for the latter. 

            He helped her lace up her rental skates as if she were a child and held her hand as they stepped out onto the ice.  She latched on to the side of the rink and watched him show-off.  She had loved rollerblading, but was completely accident-prone, so ice skating never looked like it would appeal to her until today.

            “Are you coming, hon?” he laughed, smirking at her with a this-is-going-to-be-good smile.

            “I feel like I’m going to fall on my ass out here.  And that’s totally attractive, right?”

            “Heh, don’t worry about it.  I’ll catch you!”

            “Or I’ll take you down with me and then we’ll both be super hot,” she smiled.

            “Yeah, either way, I’m here.”

            He gave her his hand and they made their way out into the middle of the ice.  She completely regretting wearing a dress at this point, but he was enjoying it.  They had been skating for about fifteen minutes and she was finally starting to get the hang of things when one of her laces came undone and she tripped herself in the true klutzy fashion, twisting her ankle in the process.

            “Um, so I think I’m done skating for the night,” she laughed.

            “Yeah, it sure looks that way.  Are you okay?”

            “Yeah, it’s totally fine, my ankle broke my fall.”

            “Well, at least you won’t forget this night,” he smiled down at her, offering to help her up.

            “I don’t know, I’ve fallen quite a few times.  And I’m sure there have been a few dates that I’ve fallen on before.  Don’t go thinking you’re special because of that.”

            “I didn’t say that this was why you were going to remember tonight, did I?”

            She took the hand that he had been dangling in front of her and got to her feet.  She saw a sparkle in his eye and put the rest of the evening in his hands.

            “Let’s see what other kind of trouble we can get into tonight—preferably the kind that doesn’t require a visit to the doctor’s office.”

            He called a cab and helped her inside.  Her ankle hurt like a bitch, but it wasn’t anything serious.  He told her that he had heard of a really nice hotel where they could spend the night and she could keep off her ankle.  He got them checked in and helped her up to the room.  They lay in bed and watched a movie on television while he rubbed her ankle and whispered horrible things in her ear that made her blush uncontrollably.  Michah rubbing her ankle turned into Michah rubbing her calves and then her thighs and working his way upwards.  Suddenly she wasn’t regretting wearing a dress anymore.

           

***

            After a myriad of kisses, bites and a well-deserved massage, she finally slid her panties down her legs and flung them to the floor with her painted toes.  One sexy eyebrow was raised, but it wasn’t hers. 

            “Now take off your shirt,” she told him.

            “Oh, so now you think you are giving the commands, eh?”

            And with a meek little smile and closed eyes she nodded to him playfully.

            “Alright, I’ll humor you for now.  But within minutes you’ll be calling me your Papi Chulo and screaming ‘Aye!’”

            “Wow.  Yeah, I don’t think so,” she said dryly as the hint of a smile danced across her face.

            “If you say so,” he said, “but that’s what they all say, and then they are—“

            “All? Eh?  How many are we talking here?”

            “Don’t worry your pretty little head off about it.  I’m always safe.  But with you I might be getting into some dangerous territory,” he winked.

            “Anyway, take off your shirt!” she demanded with a bit of a high-pitched tone.

            “Yes ma’am! Right away, ma’am!” he said sarcastically. 

But he still took it off.

“Now the pants.”

“I suppose you’ll want my skivvies too, eh?”

“Yep.”

            And in a matter of seconds he was stripped down in front of her wearing nothing but a smirk and a pair of tube socks. 

            “Now you,” he said.

            “I’ll do what I want in my own sweet time.  Now turn off the lights and get over here.”

            He bounded over to the other side of the room to turn off the lamp, his cock swinging back and forth all the while, and she couldn’t help but stare.  As the room went dark she slowly peeled off her dress and let it fall to the ground of the hotel room.  A sliver of moonlight shown in through the window and exposed her fleshy, porcelain body with curves in most of the right places.  She lay sideways on the bed letting the silhouette of her hips and chest make a beautiful, touchable curve.

            “Now you can come over here,” she said softly, patting the mattress with one hand and rubbing the top of her thigh with the other.

            He lay down on the bed, not knowing exactly what to expect.  He folded his arms behind his head and she gracefully straddled him at the waist. 

            “Now, I know what you want,” she whispered in a very matter-of-fact manner, “but until I get what I want you aren’t—“

            “Sorry, I don’t like to play that game,” he announced.  Pushing her off of him, she toppled over onto her back as he positioned himself over her, using one strong hand to pin her wrists to the top of the bed and the other to muffle her surprised cry.  He used his muscular legs to spread her knees apart.  He could see the excitement in her eyes as his stiffness was only inches away from ripping her apart.

            “Now, we don’t have to go through this whole charade.  I know how you want it, and if you are a good girl I might just give it to you.”

            He looked her dead in the eyes and without another word slid himself into her.  She let out a tiny sigh as he began to work her over with a mechanical kind of precision that she could truly appreciate.  He grabbed her carefully by the ankles and threw her legs over each of his shoulders, kissing her calves with great zeal. She squirmed a bit, but he held her tight, not letting her out of the cumbersome position she was forced into.  After several variations of leg positions, he pulled out from inside of her and let her legs fall to the mattress.

            Exasperated, she was gasping for breath and still a little miffed that he wouldn’t let her be on top for a while.  Her pussy hadn’t been this wet in a while, and she was starting to get a bit sore, but she couldn’t help but stir the pot.

            “So that’s it then?” she was able to muster up in a most catty tone.

            “Did I say I was done?” he questioned, slightly taking offence.  “Did you feel cum dripping down your leg?  Did I hear you scream my name?  I don’t think so.  Now get on your fucking hands and knees like the good little bitch that you are and we will continue our lesson.”

            “Lesson, huh?  Could have fooled—“

            And with that he flipped her over and pushed her face into the pillows.  He slapped her hard across the ass and the backs of her thighs as she quivered a bit in anticipation. 

            “I’m telling you darling, you won’t be able to walk right for a week by the time I’m done with you.  You might want to make friends with that pillow there, because you are probably going to be needing it soon.”

            He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her wet slit, still giving her light spankings to show her how bad and impetuous she had been.  She turned her head back to see if she could gauge what was going to happen next, and as her eyes met his, he spread her apart and rammed himself into her.

            “Oh my God!” she screamed into the pillow, her fingernails digging into it, holding on for dear life.

            “Shhh,” he told her, not letting up for even a second.  “Just embrace it and you’ll find that it can be quite nice.”

            She let out several more moans as she felt him thrusting himself deeper and deeper inside of her.

            “You dirty little slut, you love getting fucked from the back, don’t you?”

            “Uh huh,” she panted.  She probably would have agreed to anything at that point, and didn’t really seem to care too much about her pride anymore.

            He hit it hard for several minutes and when he thought that she wasn’t as responsive he would take it out very slowly and shove it all back in again just to make sure she was paying attention.  She was.  It went on like that for quite some time until she suddenly felt a new kind of sensation.

            “What are you doing back there?” she said in between short breaths.

            “Don’t worry about it.  I know how your sick twisted mind thinks and what your body needs.  Just relax yourself and it will go so much faster.”

            She didn’t see him put his finger in his mouth to get it all nice and lubed up, but she certainly felt him put it in her ass and she clenched up around him and he laughed as he kept fucking her pussy relentlessly.

            “I said relax.  It’s going in your ass one way or another, so just let me do it my way and maybe I’ll let you get something out of it too.”

            “But I don’t—“

            “Yes.  Yes you do.  Don’t deny it.  We are both going to get what we want tonight.  Trust me.”

            And without warning, he took it out of her pussy and jammed the tip in her other hole, causing her to wince and let out a tiny cry.  He slowly, slowly, slowly pushed everything inside of her and she felt her eyes roll up into the back of her head.  It hurt so badly and she had never had anything like that in there before.  She went to reach for her clit to at least make part of it feel better but he slapped her hand away.

            “No,” he told her.  He could feel her clenching around him and he absolutely loved it.  He just stayed right there inside of her, all eight and a half inches, completely stationary, stretching her out.  She cried out a bit, but he didn’t move a muscle.

            “Why are you doing that?  At least fuck me with it?  Or let me touch myself.  Come on!” she pleaded.

            “No,” he said very plainly.  It was really starting to get to her and he could feel it.

With his hands on her hips and his cock in her ass, he told her quite dryly, “You know what I want to hear.”

            “Uh, what?” she squeaked.

            “Say it.”

            “Michah. Please fuck me,” she begged.

            “Nope, that isn’t it,” he laughed.

            “Master?  Do you want me to call you master with your great desire to push me into submission?”

            “Well, that is nice,” he chuckled, “but no, that isn’t it either.  And I can stay like this for quite some time.  It’s nice in here.  You know what I want you to say.”

            “Oh my God.  No fucking way.”

            “Yep,” he said, moving his hips just a tiny bit to reinforce his point.  “Just say those magic words and you will be a soaking wet pile of girl-gasm in no time.  So fucking say it.”

            “No.”

            “Say,” pulling the cock out slowly, “it.”

            “No!” she cried.

            “Say it,” he whispered, almost completely out except for the tip.

            “Fuck me.”

            “Fuck me, what?”

            “Fuck me…” and something intelligible came out from the corners of her mouth.

            “What was that?  I didn’t quite understand that.”

            “You heard me,” she pouted.

            “Just one more time for the people next door.  Come on, sweetness.  Say it for me.”

            “Fuck me Papi Chulo! There!  Happy?” she screamed.

            “Very,” he said sliding himself all the way back in.  She let out a loud moan and started rubbing her clit with great speed.  He was ripping her apart, going faster and faster, listening to her breathing getting more and more erratic.  He was doing everything he could not to let himself go.

            “That’s it, baby.  Get yourself good.  This part is all for you,” he told her in a velvety soft voice.

            She touched herself until she thought that her hand was going to fall off, thinking of how she had his cock in her ass and what a dirty whore she was becoming for him.  Then quite suddenly she reached climax and her whole body shook, gripping him tight within her as she let out a horrible cry.

            “Fuck!” she exclaimed, trying to collect herself.  He was still pumping away at her and the feeling seemed to last forever.  It was just about then that she heard him moan just a little bit louder than all the other times, and with a soft popping sound he pulled out as a warm liquid ran down the back of her thigh.

            She turned around to make some kind of comment about how he was going to have to clean that up, only to find that he was still stroking himself and had a devious grin on his face.  She didn’t even stand a chance of getting out of the way as he grabbed her by the hair and covered her nose, mouth and chin with almost everything that he had been saving for the last two weeks with the exception of the ride over.

            She looked unbelievably pissed and he couldn’t help but laugh.

            “Aww, you look so cute covered in my cum!” he giggled.

            “You are a bastard.  Wow.  What the fuck is on my leg then?” she said through tight lips, trying not to let anything drip into her mouth.

            “Ha ha.  I had one of those tiny bottles of KY just in case, but turned out I didn’t need it since you were so damn wet.”

            She slapped him across the face and limped into the bathroom being mindful of her injured ankle which had turned a few lovely shades of dark and light violet.  She turned on the lights to hunt for a towel and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.  It reminded her of a really expensive facial cream she tried once and she let out a tiny laugh.  As she wiped her face and turned on the shower, he came up behind her and cupped his hands across her chest, trying in vain to completely hold a breast in each hand.  He kissed her on the cheek and they looked at each other for a second in the mirror.  The mist from the shower eventually fogged up the glass and their reflections disappeared. 

            After the shower they wrapped themselves up in the starchy hotel sheets and he held her as they both drifted off silently, waiting for the sun to come up and determine what was to come with the rest of their tawdry misadventures.