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Mark Shows His True Colours
Mark obeyed me, of course. I didn’t have a doubt. I’d had my eye on him at the cafe for quite a while — he was good looking, toned, confident, he obviously loved coffee — but he also seemed slightly out of sorts with himself, and vulnerable. He looked like a bitch in hiding, a real bitch, the kind who would do anything for his proper mistress, the kind who would appreciate somebody like me.
When you work with the public you pick up vibes about people. There was something charming about him, easily responsive to women, easily seduced I reckoned. I’d seen him a few times with a pretty damned hot redhead who looked a lot like myself — thin, nearly flat-chested, self-assured, demanding, long-legged. I imagined the two of them fucking, rough, hard, relentless, exciting.
But I had something she didn’t have, and it kinda gave me the upper hand with a guy like this. So I decided to take the plunge, flirt, offer a freebie, have him come over to my pad — and it all went nice and easy, almost too easy. The poor guy was hurting and he didn’t even know I had the remedy for what ailed him.
I played it cool but, honestly, he turned me on. He had good muscles, the right kind, not too many, not too much bulk, and a cut figure, with very nice olive skin. Looked like a middle-distance runner, or a street basketball player. He walked with a loose rhythm, and he was a reader. Most every time at the cafe he had a book or two: I liked that in a man. And he had a good head of hair, thankfully not shaved down to the scalp like so many guys his age, which I figured to be nearing forty. He was in his prime but he needed to switch tracks. In a way he reminded me of myself and how and when I came to a fork in the road and decided to be who I wanted to be: a stunning feminine dominant transsexual. And by the way, I don’t need nail polish or phoney nails to make a show of anything — in fact, I hate the stuff.
Is that confusing, the feminine/shemale part? It shouldn’t be. I like being sultry and seductive, an entrancing woman, but I like something more. I’ll leave it at that.
My hunch was spot on, as Mark demonstrated once I had had him under my spell. He had been yearning to submit, to prove himself a cock-sucking ass-ready bitch — not for a man, I was sure he wasn’t gay, and certainly not for a woman, as his many discards showed. No, he wanted what I was, and I gave it to him. He came alive when I abused him, when I slapped and spit on his face and called him a bitch and a slut, when I pushed my cock deep as it could go in both his throat and his virgin ass. And he wanted more. I was just the right person to give it to him.
When he came in for an afternoon coffee in the middle of the week he was wearing his clogs, and he was wearing his eye make-up. He looked like a provocative metrosexual. The blue eye-shadow really brought the best out of him, made him look cuter and provocative.
I smiled and winked when I saw him and he actually blushed. I don’t think he realized yet that I actually owned the joint — mostly because I worked the coffee machine and the register, which was fun for me, and took the load off my staff. I brought him a very nice Americano, on the house, and told him I expected him for the weekend. I innovia escort could see he was very happy to hear that.
“How’s work?” I asked.
“Not bad.”
“Your new look is great, Mark, you’re making me hard.”
He laughed.
“Well, the troops at the office think I’m going gay. Not that I care what they think.”
“It might enhance your reputation and keep those pesky girls away from you… though the guys might start hitting on you instead!”
“I like the way you hit,” he said.
“See you Saturday,” I replied, before lowering my voice and adding, “bitch.”
I greeted Mark on Saturday with a kiss. He was laden with a huge mixed bouquet of seasonal flowers, and I noted his clogs and eyes, which made me lick my lips. I served a quick lunch with wine and we settled down in my lounge. I had a pretty skimpy outfit on: short shorts, a sports bra and bare feet. Mark was licking his lips when I unbuttoned my shorts and slowly unzipped them.
“On your knees, my good little slut, slide them off.”
Mark dropped and brought my shorts down to my feet. My hard cock was at eye level, bulging through my black panties.
“Take it, you bitch.”
He moved the panties aside and wrapped his mouth around my hard member. I grabbed a fistful of hair and pressed his head against me until his lips touched my balls. He gagged but I didn’t relent. After a few more deep sucks he was taking me in rhythmically all the way. I slapped my wet cock against his cheeks and told him to rise and led him to my bedroom.
I had a free-standing bed in the middle of the room — I didn’t like to be hemmed in. At each corner I had tied a long black silk scarf.
“Take your fucking clothes off and then get on your back, my slut, spread yourself.”
Mark hastened to obey. I kicked his jeans and shirt to a corner and then I fastened his wrists and ankles with the scarves so that he lay spread-eagled, facing up, and taut. The bed was a King, nice and big, perfect for my purposes.
I gazed down at my sexy and willing bitch. His 8 inch cock was swollen with excitement. I gazed down at his sexy bod too, the nice six-pack, the solid chest, his slender but strong legs. And it gave me an idea which I parked for later, smiling.
I went to Mark’s jeans and fished out his cell phone.
“What’s your code, bitch?”
“What are you doing, Robin?”
“Whatever I want. Now, answer me, what’s your code.”
He sighed a long sigh and told me. I used it to open his camera app and snapped a shot.
“What was your girlfriend’s name?” I asked. “The redhead with the long hair.”
Mark squirmed and blushed.
“Please don’t, Robin.”
I stripped and moved over to him, gently resting my cock on his face.
“Do you want this?”
“Yes,”
“Say it.”
“I want your cock, Robin.”
“Again.”
“I want your cock, I want your cock.”
“What’s her name?”
“Marisa.”
I texted the shot I had just taken from Mark’s phone to Marisa, then I threw the phone aside and mounted my bitch, sliding my own hard and thick cock into Mark’s mouth from behind. It eased into his throat wholly and completely and I pressed it as far as it could go, my crotch abutting his mouth.
“Use ipsala escort that tongue of yours to lick my balls, Mark.”
I withdrew my cock, dripping with Mark’s saliva, and plunged it back into this throat, this time with greater force. The tip of his tongue massaged my hairless balls and I face-fucked him intensely for a few moments. My cock was a wet sloppy mess.
“I’ll give you a breather, bitch.”
I’d heard a buzzing sound while I was fucking Mark’s mouth and I found and opened his phone to see a text from Marisa.
“I always knew you were gay. That is soooooo fucking hot!!!”
I forwarded the text to my own phone and then put Marisa into my address book. I’d get back to her later. I had other things to do now.
I sauntered over to the head of the bed, knelt above Mark’s mouth and lowered my ass onto it.
“Lick. Deeply.”
His tongue wasted no time. I pinched and twisted his nipples and listened to his helpless moans, moving my ass up and down over Mark’s face.
“You like that?”
“Yes, Robin.”
I slapped him, once, twice, three times, then pushed my ass again onto his mouth.
“Say it louder.”
I lifted myself up.
“I like it.”
I slapped him again — he was playing with me, I could see he wanted to be abused, hence his abbreviated answers. He knew what I wanted to hear.
“Tell me exactly what you like, you fucking degraded sissy bitch.”
“I like licking your ass and cock, I like being spat on, I like being your sissy bitch.”
“That’s nice to hear.”
I fetched another black silk scarf and wound it round his mouth to gag him, and took a few more pics with his and my phones. Then I dressed and instructed him to remain still while I was away.
“I’m going to the cafe for a coffee,” I said. “I’ll be back soon, don’t worry. I’m sure you won’t be going anywhere.”
I did stop at my cafe, had a few espressos and scrolled through the pics I had taken. I wasn’t so happy with them and made a mental note to get a few showing Mark sucking me off. I texted Marisa.
“he aint gay.”
“who the fuck r u?”
“Marks new gurl.”
I finished another espresso before Marisa replied.
“WTF”
Then I pocketed the phone and took a detour into the beauty salon around the corner where I had my body tended. The girls were professional and they were superb at keeping my balls — and other parts — smooth and hair-free. They found it fascinating to serve a gorgeous shemale like myself and often queried me about my love-life, boys and girls. I flirted with them occasionally but we respected the boundaries. Hell, a little flirting never hurt anyone. Occasionally I fantasized about taking Cheryl — she was a very sexy brunette — to my place and giving her a first time experience. But I never pushed it. Who knows, maybe someday?
To my delight Cheryl was working and she said she had an opening that very afternoon thanks to a late cancellation so I booked it for 4 PM.
For Mark.
Strike while the iron is hot, I say. I hadn’t expected this bit of luck.
“The usual, Robin?” she asked as she scheduled the slot with her computer.
“Not quite, I’m treating a friend.
“Ooooh, that’s very generous. She iskenderun escort must be very special.”
I merely smiled. “Would you mind if I sat in?” I asked.
“Of course not — you’re paying!”
She gave me a very interesting look before I exited.
When I returned to my flat I removed the gag from Mark’s mouth and stretched lengthwise on top of him. His cock was still hard, almost to bursting. I tossed the phones onto the bed, at the ready.
“I love that cock of yours, my bitch, and I love your body too, except for the hair,” I whispered.
I kissed him and then lifted up my upper body to straddle him, and gently eased my ass onto Mark’s cock. It filled me gloriously and sent shivers throughout my body. Damn, it was incredible! I rocked and tumbled and stroked myself, all the while biting my lips and smiling at Mark. He was in ecstasy, a heavenly bitch getting exactly what he needed, not unlike me.
I twisted his nipples fiercely and he yelled out, and I slapped his face and twisted again, and continued to rock on his cock, to massage it with my ass muscles, to take it to the hilt. I loved his fucking big cock so deep inside my fucking ass! I sensed his body tightening, in small spasms at first, and then exploding. He bucked against his restraints involuntarily as he shot his cum into me. Feeling his warm juices turned me instantaneously into a wild fucking animal shuddering and moaning with pleasure. I stroked myself with fury and came copiously over Mark’s stomach and chest and face — and the bedsheets and possibly even the floor!
I lifted myself up, weak from pleasure, and crawled over to his mouth.
“Get that tongue of yours working again, you dirty fucking bitch, and taste yourself while you clean me up.”
I lowered my cum-filled ass onto his face.
My, did that feel good, having his tongue flicking into and around my nether regions! I used my still-hard cock to mop up the cum I had spurted and ordered him to swallow everything. Mark licked and sucked along my shaft, and took it into his mouth. I made sure to swab up every remaining drop of my thick cum with my cock and fingers, and Mark greedily accommodated. I snapped a dozen pics with each phone, Mark’s face clearly visible, my cock unmistakably between his lecherous and willing lips.
I kissed him tenderly on his cum-soaked mouth. And then I unbound him.
“Get dressed, my lovely bitch,” I cooed, “I’ve made an appointment for you.”
“Where?”
“You’ll see,” I replied mischievously.
“Shouldn’t I shower first?” he inquired.
“I don’t think you need to,” I said, amusing myself at the thought of his session at the salon.
“And by the way, I’ve been in touch with Marisa. I’m gonna hold onto your phone for now. I don’t want you contacting her, not yet.”
He stood, naked, as if to say something, but remained silent. Was he worrying, or hesitating, did he want a way out, was this all too much? Had I read him wrong?
“What is it?” I asked.
His eye make-up was smeared from the cum and spit and the slapping, he looked thoroughly and deliciously degenerately wild. I stepped forward.
“Open your mouth again,” I said.
I spat in it, once, twice, three times. He swallowed and sighed.
“You really turn me on, Robin. I love when you slap me. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it’s true. I love everything about you, your cock, your ass, your breasts. I especially love it when you’re rough, it’s like I’ve waited a lifetime to be your personal bitch. Do whatever you want with me.”
“That’s the plan, lover boy.”
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