Female inside

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Boredom that day had invaded and embittered me. Not knowing what to do, I started leafing through that famous magazine "specialized" in meetings (iternet in those years was little used) and I was struck by the announcement of Arturo and Eleonora who were looking for a "submissive type" ready to satisfy their wishes and their more intimate desires, without specifying what their needs were practically.
They added peremptorily: "you must be docile, obedient and you must absolutely trust us!".
The first contact was to be by telephone, they would be the ones to call the number that the owner of the requirements should have left on the bulletin board.
The usual onlookers should have given up, as the couple would have had no difficulty in exposing the "time wasters".
Aware that mine was not a mere curiosity and intimately convinced of being able to respond to their needs spontaneously and naturally, I responded to the announcement: I am intimately docile, open to the wishes of others, with physical participation as a passive but cerebrally very active role 34745 ..
SPENT thirty days when, one evening, now resigned, I answered an unknown number thinking of sending the classic operator of any call center to that country.
With her clear and determined female voice Eleonora introduced herself and without delay she started her telephone selection, almost as if it were an intake test: age, physical characteristics, absence of hair, addiction to smoking and alcohol, habitual sexual visits, sexual role, bds tendencies, cell phone number, etc., etc.
At a certain point I almost became impatient thinking of a grip on the ass, when he heard the voice of Arturo who categorically articulated, with an unequivocal Florentine accent, three simple words: "we will let you know".
RETURNING, after a long time, to the city where I had carried out my most important studies, it was exciting, I felt a strange feeling in seeing and retracing those streets of the center where, latecomer, in the daytime I ran, and in the evening I walked slowly, enjoying those pieces of stories that perpetually lend charm to those places.
Eleonora was waiting for me at 3 pm on the Rivoire, I would have recognized her by the fur hat and the leather gloves also with fur; she would have waited for me sitting at a table in the terrace overlooking the splendid square.
I arrived at the Rivoire a few minutes late and she was already there with her fur hat, leather gloves, a pair of high heel ankle boots, and a silk dress just above the knee; all sober and unequivocally designer clothes.
He nodded with his open hand, pointing to the chair in front of her, then looking towards the waiter asked me what I wanted.
At that moment, a strange sensation had pervaded me, I thought a little excited that a rum would help me overcome my innate shyness in front of that rather pleasant-looking woman in her forties.
We sat there for half an hour, and while questioning me about my sexual tastes, I noticed in her attitude and in her gaze, something that made me think that I had now been accepted by her, at least for the physical aspect.
WHILE EXCAVING IN MY UNDERWEAR, he crossed his legs tightening them with delicacy, perhaps wanting to show me the flounce of the black hold-ups that he wore.
Realizing that my gaze was on her legs, she asked me if I loved lingerie and what was the color of my favorite women's underwear.
Shake my shyness off me, I did not hesitate to reply that as a sexting boy the black lace lingerie had excited me and that in the absence of my mother, I opened the bedroom drawer where she stored her underwear and masturbated looking at those clothes, the object of the my teenage fantasies.
At the end of my brief confession, Eleonora stared at me, nodded her approval and stood up, while placing the amount of the drink on the table.
We slowly walked towards the home of the couple who was not far away, in Via de 'Calzaiuoli.
I no longer had any doubts about the social status of that lady who dressed in classy clothes and lived in the historic center of Florence, when she opened the front door and invited me to enter that apartment furnished with authentic Florentine antiques from the late eighteenth century.
In that house there was no trace of Arturo and I did not ask for him.
He led me, after passing through a large living room, to one of the rooms overlooking a large corridor with some author paintings on the walls.
In a delicate and sensual voice he pointed to an antique dark walnut sofa and then apologizing he walked away, leaving slowly.
The room where I was was about thirty square meters large, there was a sitting corner and a large four-poster bed, also antique.
In the meantime, curiosity grew and my instinct to explore every corner of that area took me eagerly
with the idea of finding at least one object related to sex.
To think that during the journey to Florence, I had imagined their home strewn with phallic objects on display and a television set on pornographic scenes.
As I wandered in a disordered way with my mind, here she returned showing me with just pride her exuberant physicality and her natural dose of sensuality.
Gold-colored sandals with stiletto heels, stay-ups with lace flounce, Brazilian culottes, very tight corset at the waist, gloves up to the shoulders, a bronze-colored, smooth and velvety leather.
She took me by the hand, I go with her on the bed and she said to me in a delicately sensual voice: if you want it from now on you will be my object, I will take you into the world of the deepest sensuality, far from the thoughts that daily worry us, to discover your instincts innate.
Then, to reassure me, she added that she would not follow any method of physical and / or psychological coercion towards me, she would not inflict painful punishments on me, but she would play with me firmly convinced that I would ask her to be her favorite toy.
WE TALK A LOT of HER and ME, while in the meantime the evening was approaching dusk.
She asked me to tell her about my first homosexual experience and I, feeling at ease now, but feeling a little ashamed, I confessed my first unforgettable homosexual relationship, consumed almost surreptitiously in the Vecchiano pine forest.
I told her that one autumn afternoon, returning by car from Pisa, I had noticed along the Aurelia, stopped by the roadside, a woman in a miniskirt and black boots.
That girl, not waiting for the bus, had put herself on display on ten centimeters of stiletto heels, with the intention of attracting the attention of potential customers.
A hundred meters ahead, I had found a large pitch for the reversal of gear, and when I arrived in the clearing in the trees where she was waiting, I had blocked the car.
From the tone of my voice, I immediately understood that that person, very feminine and sensual, had that something extra between her legs.
The excitement of finding yourself face to face for the first time alone with a trans took me to the point that I lost the self-defense that had accompanied me so far and had self-censored me, laboriously preventing any homosexual relationship.
Almost unconsciously, paid without negotiation and in advance for the performance, I found myself inside the pine forest in a point where the trans had professionally set up his workstation.
It was the first time that folded in doggy style, hands on the trunk of a sapling so as not to fall forward, I had allowed an accomplice to slide a real cock of meat, into my tight little hole but now ready for use.
Hegle, a sexting Brazilian trans, had at my request carefully lubricated that part of me and had slammed me gently, so the level of pain, during that first penetration, had been acceptable.
In a hurry I got dressed, and got back in the car I left quickly, hoping fearfully not to have been noticed by some acquaintance passing there.
That impromptu and raw experience would from that day totally affect my life.
With that act I had overcome the barriers and limits imposed on me by a religious education, those barriers and those limits that had prevented me from savoring my instincts, until then forcibly kept myself by myself.
Taking my breath, I manifested openly to Eleonora, with a liberating sigh, the great pleasure of having finally confessed, for the first time, to another human being, my historic initiation.
That first appointment served the landlady to decide on my admission to her drawing.
On that day, the only physical contacts were a couple of handshakes, the last of which was the one we gave each other towards evening, leaving us amicably with a significant soon.
TAI WAITED FOR ME BEHIND THE GATE, immobile and rigid, staring at me with his dark eyes that mingled with the black of his dry and muscular body and that shone, reflecting the light of a warm spring sun.
The strong storm of the previous day and the rain plunged intensely to the ground had cleaned the air, making it crystalline.
The fresh sea breeze carried with it the scent of the sea which, nearby, was calming after the storm of the night.
I put my finger on the shiny brass button of the intercom and in that while I saw my guest who was slowly approaching the massive wrought iron gate.
I was a little surprised when Eleonora, with a precise and decisive gesture, pushed that handsome male specimen of Taiwan Dog away.
Upon entering the house, I found a completely different environment than the apartment
Florentine ento.
The furnishings of that Viareggina residence were distinctly modern: perfectly shaved walls, essential but functional furnishings, floors embellished with white Carrara marble slabs.
On the living room table someone had prepared a rich breakfast which we had while talking about Tai, the guard dog that Eleonora had brought puppy to Italy, a few years earlier, returning from a holiday in Taiwan.
The dog, a three-year-old male, stretched out close to the fireplace nestled inside a wall of "volpaia stone", watched us motionless but alert: the straight ears and the sculpted muscles that emerged from the body made him almost statuesque.
Evidently, this very hospitable lady was in no hurry to burn the stages, no hurry to test me, it clearly appeared that foreplay was an integral part of her strategy and that she did not consider it time wasted.
LET'S MOVE IN THE PINK ROOM, one of the four bedrooms each characterized by a different color.
That woman, recently known, with her quiet sensuality, made me feel at ease.
A thread of sweet and relaxing music accompanied, apparently in tune, our every movement.
Eleonora, who in the meantime had taken off her silk dress and remained in white lingerie, slowly began to take off my clothes, recognizing that naked body that she had already examined in the images shared with her a month earlier, via MMS, immediately after the first telephone contact.
I was there, with her, demonstrating that my body had been deemed congenial to the uses that she would have liked to do with it!
After gently stroking me, he made me lie on my stomach on the bed, then knotting it gently he stopped a velvet bandage in front of my eyes, and whispered close to my ear not to move from that position at all.
From that position I couldn't see what she was doing, she felt that she was moving confidently on the stiletto heels and that she was probably fumbling in the closet.
I thought he was preparing me a surprise.
She sat on the bed next to me, touching my joined legs with her firm buttocks.
The excitement grew when she felt her hand gently caress my little ass and when a little later she, with a finger, spread cream on the outer lips of the defenseless little hole and inside it, causing me a pleasant sensation of warmth.
Those gentle lubricating massages had had a strong relaxing effect, the hole had opened, my eyelids had closed and my brain had swapped the space of reason with the most spontaneous surrender.
Noises of things taken and moved stimulated my imagination, and while I waited impatiently, I serenely anticipated the pleasure of surprise.
With her soft, lukewarm hands, the woman slightly spread my legs.
Immediately afterwards he felt a warm object in contact with my skin which, rubbing in the middle of the buttocks, reached my well-lubricated hole, which instinctively reacted by tightening.
Shortly thereafter he felt my belly invade by a liquid substance, rather hot.
At that moment the memory of my mother came clear and I thought of the hot liquid, infused with chamomile and sage, which she had introduced to me, through the same stimulating practice, whenever, still a child, I manifested her problems of constipation.
Eleonora hastened to point out that I should have maintained that position by resisting the stimulus as much as possible, whispering to me that this would have favored a better outcome of the operation and also a pleasant anal sensation at the appropriate time.
That sentence, in its first part, brought to my mind the words that my mother had similarly repeated to me during the stimulating childhood sessions.
Reflecting on the analogy of the phrases, I thought that it was not a coincidence but that the enema technique, based on the principle of communicating vessels, provided as the cardinal point, the resistance phase, to guarantee a successful outcome of the emptying function.
Convinced of the theory, he obeyed diligently and resisted until the stimulus became uncontrollable and forced me to run like a rocket in the bathroom, where with pleasure he returned all the liquid entered and more.
I sat for a few more minutes on the cup, relaxing at the sight of that splendid bathroom.
On the ground the white Carrara marble flooring continued, on the walls a green onyx coating stood out, on my right the satin crystal shower corner, on the left a large whirlpool tub also made of green onyx, embedded in the floor, under the window a hand-painted Louis XV style piece of furniture, alongside a rectangular sink with two basins dug on a single piece of white marble.
While curiously observing every corner of that room
I thought of Eleonora as one of those people to whom, as soon as I met her, you spontaneously open the doors of your deepest intimacy.
It was now evident that the complicity that had united us immediately would have led us far.
As soon as I got back to the room Eleonora made me lie on the bed, in the same position as the enema, then slipped a pillow under my belly to raise my ass and bandaged me again.
I stood motionlessly waiting like a child to whom they promised a nice surprise.
He understood that Tai had approached me, when I clearly felt close to my ears his rhythmically intense breathing prevail on the background music.
The other "free" sense, the sense of smell, informed me that Eleonora had approached and her perfume had entered my nostrils delicately, warning me that the "moment" had come.
Motionless I waited for his moves.
My little ass, soft and neat as that of a child, felt the center of attention, and he had every reason ...
Suddenly he felt a hot tool penetrate my eager little hole and I let myself go without resisting.
The introduction had been so sudden that there hadn't been time to understand the consistency of that tool, which certainly had nothing human ...
INSTINCTIVELY, with the fingers of my right hand, I felt behind my buttocks and recognized the vinyl phallus, sprinkled with gel, which Eleonora had introduced by pushing me hard.
That artificial cock had now invaded my little hole, which by enjoying it had dilated more and more under the decisive blows of my mistress.
Stimulated by my groans of excitement, she pushed again, banging her thighs noisily against my buttocks that moving compressed the tool like a sandwich.
He stopped for a few moments and then started again with a precise cadence, holding my "petrified" penis in one hand.
A few minutes passed, my senses gave up and I squeezed them in my hand while my pulsing hole opened and closed like the mouth of a fish ...
As soon as he had collected the sperm, I put his fingers in my mouth making me taste for the first time my hot nectar, fresh from the oven, then moaning too, delicately sank back the dildo and then slowly and definitively extracted it from my sated ass.
After enjoying the relaxing effects on my satisfied little hole, I turned, took off the bandage and sat on the edge of the bed I could admire my mistress who, slender on her heels, showed with authority and pride a meaty and venous phallus of medium size, which it poked out frontally from a black latex slip worn with ease by Eleonora.
Tai had witnessed the sexual act and from his gaze it seemed he was participating in that meeting with pleasure.
Eleonora, removing her panties, extracted from the vagina a second phallus fixed inside the slip, also very realistic and consistent, which she had jealously hidden inside her potato during anal intercourse.
HERE IS THE WHY "OF HER GEMITES: she too had arrived, she had wet her potato chip!
When I said goodbye that afternoon, he kissed me gently on the lips, smiled at me with pleasure and, accompanying me to the gate, whispered that he would soon be looking for me.
Waiting for that promised contact distracted me to such an extent that, in those days of anxiety, I found it hard to concentrate on ordinary daily tasks.
The call came after a couple of days and took me more and more excited.
Eleonora, after asking me sensually and ironically how my little ass was, gave me an appointment at 10 the next day, in via Battisti in Viareggio.
As soon as she arrived, however rather late, she immediately made up for it by hugging me tightly, then touching her full lips on mine, she took me by the hand and asked me to follow her, promising me a pleasant surprise.
A few steps and we entered the underwear shop.
The sexting saleswoman from behind the counter greeted us and without looking up she continued to tidy up some unsold lingerie items.
My adventure companion, stroking the tip of her nose with her index finger, pointed out some truly captivating women's underwear, including a lace and black tulle guepiere, which instantly struck my senses ...
Sure of the choices and the size, mine purchased a pair of hold-ups, a pair of fishnet stockings, two pairs of mini panties, that corset she had shown me, and a pair of long gloves: all rigorously black.
Leaving that fateful place, we moved with his Mini, and in about ten minutes we reached a sex shop.
It was in that place of "perdition" that, not at all embarrassed, he chose and purchased a real hair wig, a very realistic natural flesh-colored artificial breast, a pair of silver-colored sandals n. 41 with high stiletto heels and a sensual
Venetian mat.
REACHING THE HOUSE, we found Tai waiting for us, sculking and wagging, behind the gate.
As I entered, I stroked him and he licked my palm, several times amicably.
Upon entering the house, I thought that Eleonora had carefully chosen the ingredients necessary to cook me properly.
In the pink room she slowly begins to undress.
Tai was close to us and as he watched us, in his own way he wanted to participate, licking with his rough, bluish black tongue, my buttocks now free.
For a moment I was ashamed of myself, feeling the shivers run under my skin ...
Removing the last item, my cotton socks, Eleonora made me sit on the edge of the armchair and I began to put on the hold-ups, gradually lengthening them until carefully spreading them up to mid-thigh.
Then, grabbing my armpits, he put me back on my feet, while I, dazed, instinctively surrendered to his wishes.
The dressing continued, as if it were a sensually sacred ceremonial: a piece to vote Eleonora composed her mosaic and I found myself disguised from head to foot like a slut to be displayed in the shop window.
My mistress accompanied me in front of a large mirror and it was then that, admiring entirely my molded femininity, I fell pleased in the part, realizing how much I could feel intimately slutty!
From her eyes, as she looked at me proud of her creature, a veil of satisfaction shone through having turned me into her "sexi doll".
Turning his arm to show me the space in the room, he made me walk like a model, ordering me to sway and sculect.
I had no difficulty in satisfying her, since that was one of the sensual experiences, which I had so longed for.
Although I hadn't worn high-heeled shoes before then, I had no difficulty moving under the interested gaze of my teacher.
SCULETTING AND ANCHEGGIANDO with unexpected ease, I felt the thong rub between the lips of my little hole which reacted instinctively, "imprisoning" it.
In the meantime that I was taking off, feeling more and more slutty, Eleonora had worn the slip with the two artificial phalluses, first inserting the inner one into the vagina and then arranging the outer one, ready for use.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I sucked that fleshy dildo for a few minutes, then lay on my back with my legs spread like those of a woman in front of the gynecologist.
She lubricated me abundantly, putting a couple of fingers in my pseudo-pussy, which naturally dilated, transmitting to my brain my usual "fucking craving".
The frenzy took me and she, realizing it, began to penetrate me slowly so as not to hurt me.
That penetration, in that position desired by her, stimulated me a lot, making me feel female and causing, in a short time, an abundant cumshot that wet our adherent bellies, sticking them.
WE STAYED FOR A FEW MINUTES, she took a few more intense strokes and came ... while I girded her waist with my legs crossed behind her back.
CARNIVAL MASKS ....
IN TIME I knew better Eleonora, who on a rainy winter afternoon wanted to tell me her story.
Eléonore, this the first name, came from Brittany, where he had studied as an architect.
Arturo, a distinguished and wealthy gentleman, 20 years older than her, had met her as soon as she graduated, during a holiday on the French Riviera, and had taken her to Florence.
The sexting woman had followed him, appreciating the class of that man who in her life had not worked for even a minute, being able to live on income thanks to the large family assets.
That distinguished, polite and attentive man, with no children or grandchildren, had married her and made her rich.
Between the two, the agreement was to freely choose how to live sex.
He, already impotent, would not have absolutely limited her, and she could have lived sexuality without having to account to her husband for the choices she would have made, as long as such choices did not produce sentimental bonds.
Arturo lived in Maremma where he had an extensive estate with a large villa and his horses which he loved passionately.
Eleonora I confess to loving Arturo as if she were the father, with the same devotion as a daughter who had had everything from him.
The architect's friendships revolved around the so-called good society, but the rich lady, of rural origins, did not disdain knowing the people she called "normal".
Unfortunately, that year Arturo wanted her in Maremma to spend the Christmas holidays together.
Eleonora showed up alive with me towards the first days of that cold and rainy February, which would have remained indelibly imprinted in the cerebral archive of my memories.
I perfectly remember the evening when I call and cheerfully saying goodbye, I remember that Carnival was almost upon us.
From the tone of his voice he understood that
Eleonora was happy to feel free again and in my imagination I imagined her as a sexting feline who had just escaped from the zoo.
We met again in Viareggio, in the quiet house that had remained closed in the meantime, but not for Tai, who upon our arrival welcomed us as a human being welcomes his immigrant brothers, seeing them again after thirty years.
That house was no longer foreign to me, I now knew it well and therefore as soon as I arrived, almost impudently, I hurried on the sofa in the living room, as if I had returned home after a long and exhausting business trip.
Eleonora, beaming, sat down beside me, took my hand and told me that she had a couple of surprises in store for me.
Some of his acquaintances, "comne d habitude", had organized a masked ball to celebrate the most beautiful party of the year: THE CARNIVAL!
A spartan and modest rural house, lost in the Pisan hinterland, had been decorated for the occasion; a lot of space and few furnishings left ample freedom of movement for about thirty men and women, differently disguised.
Eleonora had transformed her body into that of a noble male of the nineteenth century, I obviously appeared in the eyes of those present as a sexi girl with the mini dress that my teacher had carefully chosen and bought for me.
The rest of my clothing, the underwear, was what I used to wear in the cottage by the sea, my heels made me sensual and under the mask my eyes already shone with joy.
Eleonora introduce myself to the group of friends and I greeted everyone by shaking my right hand without disturbing my voice.
Around midnight, a guy dressed as a Roman centurion, approached the coctails table, took a couple and, stretching his muscular arm, handed me one.
Holding the straw between my lips, while I was sucking a "Margarita" from the glass, I thought that the sexting man of mulatto complexion had not happened there by chance, but that behind his presence there was the direction of a person I knew. we made a steady couple, we danced, we drank, he spoke banally, and I followed him, nodding and remaining voluntarily silent.
In the meantime Eleonora had dressed a girl disguised as a blue fairy, who threw a blue wand theatrically, obviously not magical.
Unexpectedly, the centuriore took me by the hand and firmly pulled me upstairs where he pushed me into the darkness of a room.
In those moments of anxiety, my legs trembled as my voice would have trembled if I had wanted to speak.
He turned on the bedside lamp on the bedside table and then took off the little he had worn until then to hide his most sought-after part from prying eyes.
Other than coveted !!!
The approximately 12 cm of that tool still at rest frightened me a little, thinking about the size it could have reached if stimulated.
In an authoritative tone, leaving aside the pleasantries and calling myself a "whore", I order myself to slowly remove the silk dress.
I did not hesitate and, obeying, I remained with that black underwear that I loved so much and that made me feel "intimately" even more female.
The "soldier of Caesar", with his right hand touches the bell tool and with the other I bring the cell phone to my ear.
He kept it for a few seconds and then put it back on the bedside table.
A few minutes passed and the creaking of the door hinge, also in need of lubrication, warned us that someone was entering.
My mistress did her "entrer en scene" just as the "director" had wanted her.
Eleonora, starting her direction without a clapperboard, I order myself to walk around the centurion who in the meantime had begun to masturbate rhythmically and had made the tool suitable for use.
In the meantime I sculettavo peeked from the mask that "bad pea" that in the meantime had grown so much.
Taken from lust, I thought about the effects of this thing on my tight little hole, and after a moment I convinced myself that it would be worth trying!
The director made me sit on the edge of the bed, with one hand I lift the veil of my mask and with the other I grab the fleshy tool of the mulatto putting it in my mouth.
I did not hesitate to widen my mouth and clutching that beautiful turgid and hot cock between my lips I brushed it with my tongue, eagerly.
Then the handsome centurion pushed the tool towards his throat, until it touched my tonsils, causing me a slight gagging.
Gently sucking that wonderful thing, I mentally estimated the measurements and understood that that evening my little hole, still intact, would be severely tested and inevitably deflowered.
The director didn't get distracted, she sat down on a chair, brought me closer and then made me lean on her joined thighs.
Arranging my ass in the air, he spanked me loudly, several times with decision, as if I had been his bad and disobedient child.
In the meantime Adil was also there
he approached and kneeled on the floor, with his face turned towards my ass brazenly brazen.
The boy began to bite me gently on the "inflamed" buttocks, and while she spread them with the palms of his warm hands, he slid his tongue up to the lips of my wet little hole, inserting the turgid and wet tip inside.
Adil, a beautiful example of Moroccan with a mulatto complexion, explores my anus with his tongue, automatically causing an uncontrollable desire for cock in me.
Mumbling like a bitch in heat, I thought that as for a good game, the wait is beautiful when it doesn't last long, and wiggling frantically, I pleaded with a whisper to replace that language with his beautiful cock.
But Eleonora, intervening from the "control room", curb my impetus and order ° the boy to insist with the "analingus", in order to prepare that eager little hole to receive at best that thing resembling those big cucumbers that I had the bad habit of feel "without gloves" at the discount store.
After "wearing" the tip of his tongue inside my sphincter, the centurion rests waiting for the mistress to lubricate my impatient little hole thoroughly and thoroughly.
At a nod from her friend, Adil grabbed her "big cucumber" and directed it in the middle of my butt, making it move forward gradually, trying not to cause me pain.
I tried to resist, but unfortunately and because of the tightening of the anal muscles, I avoided complaining vocalmentem with an "aiaaaa" my suffering!
Eelonora, as an expert, made me change my position, accompanied me and made me lie on the bed on one side with my right leg stretched out and my left bent with the knee facing my face, sure that that posture would facilitate the introduction of that what had evidently become rather "cumbersome".
Eleonora started to lubricate my anus again and with her impeccable technique I also help myself to release all the muscle tension accumulated during that first vain attempt of "breakthrough".
A few minutes later, the tomboy approached me by placing his profile close to mine.
Feeling the warmth and form of that much desired thing that was trying to enter between my buttocks, I let myself go and surrendered unconditionally with my body and mind.
The position was the right one, feeling his cock coming in my brain controlling my sphincter that favors that access by opening like an automated door.
An unexpected dream, that of feeling the member of Adil adhere to the walls of my little hole, enter, exit and then return unhindered, in a sensually harmonious way.
I was almost curled up and squeezing the buttocks to keep him from running away, I savored an immense pleasure, especially when, after about ten minutes of penetration, you feel the warmth of his broth ----- run inside me.
I came in front and behind, a state of ecstasy never experienced before!
Physically and cerebrally canceled from that ecstatic condition, I remained in that position for a few more minutes trying to hold the object of my desires inside my ass, exaggeratedly and shamefully satisfied.
Adil pulled out his now rested cock and I accompanied him out of my den stroking him with my trembling hand.
Then instinctively I touched the little hole that had not yet closed, and pushing out the hot broth of my partner, I picked it up with my left hand and brought it to my mouth to enjoy the epilogue of pleasure.
During the homosexual relationship, Eleonora had turned from a director into a cameram, and had filmed the scene with her digital video camera.
We took turns in the bathroom, where each of us made up before going down to the ground floor.
Seeing the room below now deserted, we understood that the other guests, at the ball, had also preferred the intimacy of the different rooms that the landlord had made available.
On board the red Mini driven by Eleonora, returning to Viareggio, there was also time to talk about us and to tell us, in a nutshell, the highlights of our existence.
Adlil studied engineering in Pisa and was the son of a splendid Berber woman, who died in the world, and of an established Florentine professional, a close friend of Arturo.
That boy, with delicate features, handsome and handsome, had been adopted by Eleonora as a younger brother.
Over time the boy had entered his confidences and had found the courage to confess his own bisexual tendencies.
Obviously Eleonora had not made a turn.
We talked uninterruptedly, laughed at the things of life and with pleasure we realized that we were intimately sharing their essence.
In the stretch of Aurelia between Pisa and Viareggio, Eleonora stopped abruptly and pulled the car over to the roadside.
I immediately thought that she needed to pee, but when I saw her fix her eyes on mine, approx
more than he was going to tell me something important.
Meanwhile, busy with his cell phone, Adil was intent on texting and estranging himself.
Eleonora, in a captivating tone, told me that she had played a bet with a couple of friends among those who had participated in the masquerade party and that I would have to do everything ... to allow her to win that bet.
Before accepting my involvement, I wanted to know the conditions of the bet and the role that I should have played.
The beautiful gambler, who played a group dinner at a well-known and expensive Versilia restaurant, underlining my role as "strategic", will explain the mechanism of the game.
About a kilometer ahead, after passing an abandoned level crossing, we would have found on the right side of the avenue of the pine forest a blind road that was lost, transversally to the highway, in the countryside of Viareggio.
Entering the street, fifty meters ahead, we would have found the place where, habitually, some transsexuals did the "night shift".
Eleonora told me that, driven by her unstoppable curiosity, she had met them one summer evening by stopping with her Mini in that place, which she defined vulgarly exciting.
My mistress had paid them handsomely so that they could lend themselves to her sexual wishes, even though she was a woman.
She was certain that "money opens all doors", had asked them for unusual services and they had not hesitated to adapt to her wishes.
Returning periodically to that place, on some occasions also with a policeman friend, he had first established and then consolidated a friendly relationship with those transsexuals.
I asked her what role I should play in the game and she told me that I would be entrusted with the part of the main protagonist.
He added that this role suited me, or rather it fit perfectly, that would have been a unique experience for me, to be repeated limitedly to the carnival periods.
Then, winking at me and screwing his forefinger on his cheek as a sign of goodness, he said categorically: "you really have to prostitute yourself like a real slut"!
Practically, in agreement with the trans, I should have placed myself among them, disguised as I was, keeping the mask on my face.
I would have to wait with them for the clients to pass, and within an hour I would have to lure one and then take it to the pine forest passing through an open passage on the fence that led to a quiet place where the trans habitually consumed sexual services.
In that grove, in the penumbra, just beyond the road, accompanied by one of the trans, I would have to suck the client and get my ass fucked, choosing whether or not to use a condom.
Already listening to his words, I felt the chills on the skin and the heartbeat accelerate.
A flash of reason and the fear of a possible raid takes over, then the flash disappears and with a lump in my throat with emotion, with a nod of the year, accepting the challenge.
At that moment a few drops of sweat fell from my armpits, I felt perversely excited even at the thought of taking that risk, and I was stunned by excitement.
At that moment I would not have been able to find the right words to describe the feelings I was feeling in the face of that unique and unexpected appointment.
The Mini set off again and after a few minutes put the tires on the muddy ground on that road: we had reached the "crime scene"!
Eleonora turned off the engine, opened the door on the passenger side and in a persuasive voice I reassured myself by saying that I would not regret it, sure that after all it was what I wanted.
Ester, the trans commissioned to nurse me, took me by the hand and took me to the other side of the street where her "friend", who introduced herself as Leila, greeted me with an encouraging pat on the buttocks.
The two shemales arranged themselves as two bodyguards at my sides and calmed me by feeling the buttocks of my cold ass from the bitter cold of that "hot" night.
A cocktail of sensations accompany the wait: the legs that trembled, the armpits that sweated, chills behind the neck, a void in the mouth of the stomach and strange heart palpitations were the symptoms of my confused psychophysical state, the demonstration that I was personally experiencing an exceptional event.
That evening, thanks to the carnival period, despite the bitter cold, the traffic was intense and a small queue had been created that started from the aurelia and reached us.
The cars paraded neatly, the drivers asked "how much" and then left.
The curious and undecided arrived at a pitch a little further on, made a turnaround and then definitively moved away from that place.
The "determined" instead pulled the car forward and after closing it they went back on foot, having understood or already knowing that the
sexual intercourse would be consumed in that thick grove.
Finally, after about ten minutes of eagerly waiting, a regular customer approached and after looking at me surprised, as one observes a beautiful thing never seen, took me by the hand towing me towards the bush of shrubs behind us.
At first glance my two little friends were more flashy than me, poorly dressed and with their well-exposed artificial breasts attracted the attention of potential customers.
I, with my mini dress, the hold-ups, the long black hair on the shoulders, the very tanned skin, slender on the heels, did not disfigure and looked like a defenseless girl, far from their vulgarity.
Listening to his few but precise comments about me, I understood that the gentleman in his forties had chosen me, as the object of his desires, for my lolita attitude that he liked very much.
Ester followed us and he, taken by an obvious state of excitement, did not notice.
The client asked me to precede him and as we advanced along the "beaten" path, keeping behind me, I began to palpate my buttocks and moving aside the edge of the thong that I had in the middle of those, with a fingertip I started to tease my sweaty little hole.
That provocation instantly increased my sexual appetites and, starting with surprising naturalness, I began to enjoy that almost unreal atmosphere with serenity and conviction.
Like an imaginary treasure chest, that space organized by the trans for their business, created and modeled among the shrubs, secretly guarded all the embarrassment of those publicly unsuspected gentlemen who after having tasted the forbidden, returned to the normalcy of daily hypocrisy.
The "ladies" had "furnished" that open-air brothel with a few essential and functional things: a large garden chair leaning against a tree, a small battery-powered camping lamp that they had hung from a branch like an abatjour, a bag of plastic containing condoms and lubricating gel and a second bag for the collection of used tissues and condoms.
That place, which the whole world would have considered shabby, at that moment seemed paradoxically to me a palace, in which I, or the queen, would have triumphantly enjoyed my whore throne.
I confess that when I am in isolated outdoor places like woods, banks of streams surrounded by shrubs, old abandoned farmhouses, I immediately feel a natural sensation of excitement.
I have never been able to understand the reason for my psychophysical reaction and I would not be able to explain whether that state is linked to a childhood memory or to some other "primordial" factor unknown to me.
Thinking and perhaps hoping to be observed by someone hidden nearby, instinctively I want to put down my panties and curl up to pee like females do.
Ester entered the "brothel" immediately after us and at that point, realizing it, the client asked her for explanations.
The trans reassuring him I explain that I, being still inexperienced, I needed to be weaned and then followed at least in those first experiences.
I who adore the role of a defenseless and obedient girl, follow the instructions and indulge myself in the hands of Esther who follows me step by step, indicating what to do.
My words followed my movements.
"Put on the glove" ... and I did.
"Menagli and suck his cock" ... and I did.
"Put yourself in doggy style, kneeling on the chair ... and I did it
Spread the pussy you have in the middle of your butt, take it all and enjoy it ... and I did it, and if I did!
I moved pretending to be clumsy, but in reality that tactic I used to satisfy the client's wishes.
In me the excitement of waiting was gone and had left room for the determination to want that cock and my innate inspiration to take it all without delay!
The client, a regular visitor of the trans, got sucked under the veil of the mask.
I had laid my ass on that icy plastic chair and he had stood in front of me proudly exposing his cock, which had grown erection in volume.
As soon as I order to give him the ass I turned around putting my knees on the chair, bent my back hugging the backrest and finally spread my legs protruding my little ass towards his impatient member.
Ester promptly sprinkled me with gel externally and externally.
Inserting his finger, the trans noticed immediately that my ass was no longer a virgin, but to "please" the client, please proceed gently.
In reality, that medium-sized cock would not have posed any problem for my impudent ass, considering that an hour before they had brilliantly passed the test of Adli's massive and vigorous cock, without suffering trauma.
The customer, I pull the thong aside
The hole and following the invitation of Esther, insert the chapel of his cock and gently advance in my sphincter.
I simulated feeling pain to increase manly pride in him, and I enjoyed every moment the slow progress of that warm "intruder" inside me.
The sexual intercourse lasted for several minutes under the ever-increasing blows of the man who added to the scene the classic soundtrack of sexual abuse.
Hearing them, those insults seemed appropriate and well addressed, I recognized myself fully and thinking that I deserved them all, I rejoiced.
His last blows coincided with the culmination of my enjoyment and so we came to orgasm within seconds of each other.
He stayed inside me for a few minutes and then taking a deep inhalation and an equally deep exhalation he took out the tool and looked at it as if to compliment it, proud of the performance.
The guy pulled up his breeches and went away, I remained in doggy style for a few more minutes, while my ass hole was caressed and cooled by the light breeze of the pine forest.
Esther waited for me to settle down and rearrange my ideas and then taking me by the hand I went back to Eleonora who smilingly put a white envelope in her hand and said "thank you".
It was around two when we left the pine forest and around half past two when we arrived at the cottage.
In that half hour, while the Mini proceeded at a slow pace and Adil had plunged into the sea of dreams, Eleonora and I talked about that Shrove Tuesday that she herself had carefully planned and planned.
I thanked her several times for letting me live very intensely those few hours in which very intense and unexpected emotions had concentrated and in which my role as female and whore had expressed itself and manifested itself blatantly.
Upon our arrival Tai looked at us and happily wagging his tail followed us to the lounge where I went back to squat, I pay, in his corner near the burning fireplace.
DO WE STILL BET?
Eleonora had won that bet!
For her, that victory had two flavors: one that of having demonstrated to the couple of friends her clear pre-eminence towards me, the other that of having conceived and authoritatively conducted a sensually intoxicating game.
The exquisite dinner at that Versilian restaurant also famous for the price, offered by the losers Robi and Chiara, ended with a toast addressed to future bets.
After leaving the club, the Pisan couple, very close to Eleonora, invited us to spend the night at the "Shrove Tuesday house".
Upon entering I was surprised to see Tai in that house, and after a moment of uncertainty I stroked him several times, as I usually did.
Upon arrival, the dog welcomed us, showing us his usual happiness and then ran upstairs, giving me the impression that he knew the place very well.
After placing our things on the sofa, stripped of our heavier clothes, we went up the stairs that led to the now well-known bedrooms.
Robi, opening one of the doors along the corridor, with a gesture of the hand invited us to enter the master bedroom.
Tai, who waited impatiently in the corridor, preceded us and with a leap went to lie on his stomach in the air on the bed of the hosts, naturally showing his bursting genitals.
Observing the room curiously, I saw a trolley identical to the one Eleonora normally used to store the clothes used for my disguise above the dresser.
My teacher took that suitcase, handed it to me and I moved with it to the adjacent bathroom, to sensually transform my male features into those of a provocative girl.
I took the opportunity to make myself a bidet and with the soapy middle finger I went slightly into my little hole, then I rinsed it several times alternating cold and hot water to enjoy the thermal reaction.
Perfectly and completely transformed into a sensual female, I entered the room and found the three friends already at work, somewhat engaged in warming each other up.
Women wearing a pair of artificial fouls and lying on the carpet simulated a 69, Roberto knelt masturbating, feeling them and observing them; Tai wagging his tail and drooling took part in the game by frantically smearing his tongue on their naked bodies.
As soon as they saw me they greeted me with insolent gestures and with contemptuous insults.
Although welcomed with those vulgar tones, she felt me the center of attention and I was taken by the usual sense of narcissism.
The two women came to my sides, took me by the hand and accompanied me to the foot of the bed.
Gently they made me bend on my knees resting on the bedside rug and my belly resting on the edge of the bed, they spread my legs apart and with their fingertips they abundantly lubricated my quivering "potato".
Meanwhile Robi had sat on the bed and with his legs crossed in India
in front of my face, had unlined its large turgid totem.
The dynamic of that submissive act was that in turn the two women fucked my ass with their artificial phalluses, alternating in a coordinated way, and that Robi fucked my mouth pushing it towards his tool with his hands behind my neck, while Tai licked the outer edge of contact between my lips and Robi's penis.
After about ten minutes of that treatment, my little hole had widened so much so that a horse's penis would have entered it and my mouth had started to savor the first tiny drops of semen.
During the intercourse the two women incited each other by turning lewd words, while Roby instigated them by inciting me to break my ass.
When by now my cock and my ass were organically agreeing to reach a pleasant union of enjoyment, the trio stopped their treatment, leaving me with a bad taste in my mouth.
As usual I did not abandon the position and relaxed I waited, unfulfilled but serene, for the events.
In the meantime, also remaining in his position, Robi had taken hold of his hands on my shoulders.
At the same time, each of the two women had blocked my leg, energetically gripping my calves.
In my thoughts there was no time to analyze what their intentions were, because shortly afterwards you feel something rough rub my gaping hole.
I was confused for a few moments until I realized that Eleonora behind me was placing her dog over my defenseless body.
Suddenly you feel the warm fur of the animal and its sticky member approaching my buttocks and then my defenseless potato on my back and back.
Tai fidgeted over me while Eleonora was intent on placing him in the "right position".
It was at that point that with decision, concentrating all my residual forces, with a sudden click I disentangled myself from my grip and running on my heels I took refuge in the bathroom, closing the door behind me with a turn of the key.
A few minutes passed during which my mental confusion did not allow me to reflect lucidly on what happened.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I instinctively took off everything I was wearing, turned on the water and hunted myself in the cold shower thinking to free my body from any trace of that animal contact.
Between the sound of the rush of water on my body, which had interrupted the silence of that isolated house, I seemed to hear knocks on the door.
I turned off the water and heard a knock on the door, then heard Eleonora's voice asking me placidly to open them.
From the calm tone of his voice he understood that Eleonora wanted to reassure me and presumably give me explanations.
I turned the key and let her in.
We remained half an hour closed in that large bathroom, she sitting on the edge of the tub and with her bare ass resting on the toilet bowl.
Eleonora, starting from afar, began by remembering primitive man and his primordial instincts, then moved on to representing the dog as man's best friend and then concluded his arguments praising the uniqueness of the sexual relationship between man and animal as the maximum expression of nature.
With pseudophilosophical tones, Eleonora went to great lengths to define zoophilia as a humanly openable practice, as well as something sensually excellent.
She told me that Tai had now become their partner and that she had systematically "splendid" sexual relations with that "beautiful specimen" animal.
Having said that she took me by the hand and invited me to follow her into the master bedroom where "our" friends were waiting for us impatiently, promising me an "important" gift in exchange for my complacency.
With my head lowered and my gaze on the ground as a sign of embarrassment, I asked her to let me meditate a little longer.
Eleonora went away and I dressed in my "civilian clothes" which I had neatly placed on the dresser of the bathroom.
As soon as I tidied up, I called a taxi with my cell phone, went down and walked towards the exit.
Eleonora saw me, went down with me and understanding my final choice, gave up and followed me to the front door.
I left her on the edge of the door and kissing her coldly on the cheek I whispered in a calm tone: I love sex madly, but there is a limit to everything.
On the taxi, returning to Viareggio, I closed my eyes and mentally retraced the salient stages of my story lived with Eleonora, from the initial telephone contact to the first meeting at the Rivoire in Florence and finally to the sad "zoophile" epilogue of that Pisan night, to forget .
After my refusal, Eleonora never looked for me again.
I did the same.