Our routine continued for the rest of the time Amy was away on business. I would ask for money, and Joe would usually unbuckle his pants without a word. I’d give him a blowjob, and he’d give me some cash. I enjoyed it because it was the only time I was allowed to take my bra off. I channeled my frustration at having my girls locked away into being the biggest thot I could. He didn’t want to see my free swinging titties? F...

I was sitting at my desk in a t-shirt and running shorts when my roommate Dave came in. He saw the towel I’d dropped on the floor, and immediately his nostrils flared. “How many times have I told you to hang up your towel?” he said as he bent over to pick it up. He hung it on a hook on my closet door. I looked back at him and rolled my eyes. “You’re so anal,” I said, turning back to my computer screen. Just then, I felt h...

I was ass naked on my knees in a cleaning closet, my tuxedo in a pile on the floor, my long hair pulled high on my head into a girly ponytail, and my fat lips wrapped around my best man’s juicy cock. As I moaned and whimpered and slurped on his throbbing pole, he pulled on my ponytail. That sent electric shocks cascading down my scalp throughout my body, over my sensitive nipples and fluttering abdomen to my rock hard coc...

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 under...

Amy and I met in college, which was a time in my life that almost became my worst nightmare. It was saved by my freshman roommate, Alex. My freshman year, I lived in a dorm, as most do. I had been dreading it, since I really had no idea what living with a bunch of wild, unsupervised young men would be like, given my, um, physical non-conformities, so to speak. As a teenager, I’d been teased relentlessly. I wasn’t looking...

I woke up the next morning naked with Amy spooning me. She was fully clothed, even had her high heels still on. My mouth was dry and my ass was sore. I felt like a rag that had been rung out. What happened? Then I remembered kneeling in front of Joe, my ass hanging out like a juicy ham, practically panting and drooling over his thinly clothed cock. My sore little cocklet, which for some reason was tucked between my curled...

I’m not a very masculine guy. In fact, I’m downright girly. I blame my body. I’m 5’3” and weigh 110lbs, but the first thing people notice is my fat ass. It’s fat, tight, and juicy. It’s the kind of ass that women these days pay a queen’s ransom for. It flares out with my wide hips from a narrow waist and flat stomach and is complemented by proportionally thick thighs. My calves are well-defined, my ankles thin and delicat...