The Journey - The Beginning

There was something truly surreal about feeling his half hard cock filling my mouth. The salty taste of his orgasm lingered on my lips as his white cream oozed down from my face to drip onto my large exposed breasts. My eyes looked up at him through smeared makeup in pure delightful submission, silently pleading for a sign that he had been truly pleased by the curvy redhead that had been offered to him.The pain in my knees, the soreness of my rear cheeks and the throbbing sensation of my ass-pussy should have been enough to make me wish for this to have ended long ago, but instead it had only made me want to experience more... so much more.As he looked down, he offered me a genuine smile of satisfaction which prompted me to happily squeeze my lips together to draw out what ever few drops of his climax had been left in him. I had been given to him to do as he wished, and in turn he had made me his in everyway imaginable. As I delighted in his taste I could not help but think back at the journey that had brought me here? to be in front of him on my knees? with his now spent cock between my lips and his cum covering my face and breasts.My name is Steve Adams, and this is the story of my journey.---Roughly two years ago, on a cool April morning while I was out for an early jog, I ran into the woman that would change my life? actually we ran into each other. She had been jogging as well and we ended up colliding into one another because our attention had been elsewhere? namely on a couple enjoying some rather intimate activities on one of the park's picnic tables.After having laughed, apologized and helped each other up, we went for coffee where we introduced ourselves. Her name was Brittney and she worked for a pharmaceutical company. I was instantly drawn to her even though she had not been the type of girl that I usually dated. All of my friends had joked that the world would come to an end if I ever actually found someone and settled down with them? the funny part had been that I agreed with them. The idea of spending the rest of my life with the same woman had simply been something that was unappealing to me? at least that was until that morning.After we finished our coffees and went our separate ways I found that I could not stop thinking about Brittney. I began to plan as to how I would make sure to run into her again the next morning, going back to the park at the same time and on the same trail. For some unknown reason I had been so taken by her that I even considered getting Brittney a little something, a gift of some sort to show her that she had been on my mind.I spent the next few days running like an idiot in the morning, searching for her through the park and on the third day, just as I had been ready to give up, I saw her ankara escort again. I have no idea what came over me but I just had to talk to her again. Brittney had become an obsession? a deep-rooted need that I could not resist.We spoke and went for coffee once again, and during that time I found myself dreading the rest of the day that I would have to spend away from her. My friends and co-workers at the agency I worked for quickly joked that I had finally experience loved and that there had been no turning back. I was not sure if this had in fact been "love" but I knew that I would do anything and everything possible to insure that I would see Brittney again.Within a week of our first time together we started dating regularly and within a month she had moved in to my apartment. The more time I spent with Brittney, the more I found myself ready and willing to do anything she asked of me. There had been something truly mesmerizing? intoxicating about her, something that went against all logic and reason, something that I was simply unable to resist.From the day Brittney moved in she introduced me to things that I had never even imagined. I had always thought of myself as being a rather experienced lover, but she quickly proved me wrong by showing me how to role play, the joys of bondage, the thrills of exhibitionism, and the subtle nuances of submission and dominance just to name a few.Every morning during the month of June we would go jogging although some days we did far more loving than running. She often joked that all of this had been the fault of that couple we had seen on that first day, although what we ended doing in that same park would have put them to shame in no time. Brittney had asexual appetite that seemed boundless and which constantly kept me on my toes because I did not want to disappoint her. By the end of the month we had *claimed* every picnic table in the park as well as several benches and countless bushes.As adventurous as our sex life had been, it seemed not enough to satisfy Brittney's insatiable appetite, something that I had noted and hoped to find away to rectify. Even with the promises of action during our early morning jogging, she would wake up before me some mornings and draw me out of my slumber using her expert lips. My body would instantly react to her touch and the feeling of her moist list as they slid up and down my hardened shaft had been simply heavenly. She had even taken to inserting a finger or two up my rear entrance to further stimulate my senses which served to send me over the edge in earth shattering orgasms.The first few times she had done this, Brittney had been more than happy to take my first load of the day into her mouth and swallow every last drop. One day though ankara escort bayan she surprised me with a passionate kiss immediately after, a kiss that gave me a sample taste of my own cum. As repulsed by the experience as I initially was, I could not find it within me to refuse the kisses that followed in later mornings, each one seemingly carrying a larger sample of my white cream.By mid-August, Brittney had managed to train me to not only accept her creamy offerings but to actually have me begging for them. At that point she would delight in making me cum, keep the full load in her mouth so that we could share in a passionate "wet" kiss as she called it. Of course I had been under strict instructions to swallow every last drop and to lick off her breasts of anything that might have escaped her initial catching of my load.Every so often she would tease me and refer to me as her "cum slut", a title that I strangely enough became to like and fuel further fantasies.Throughout the summer we often laid in bed after a heated encounter that had left us both sweating and panting, sharing thoughts and fantasies. Brittney had been very open with her feelings and sexual desires, and given all that she had shown me I had been more than happy to do anything in my power to make her dreams become reality. So we traveled to distant shopping malls where we would sneak into the men's bathrooms to enjoy a steamy encounter, sometimes in one of the locked stalls, sometimes right there over the sinks. I quickly discovered that Brittney enjoyed being seen, putting on a show for others, and that she also enjoyed watching them? like those men who would masturbate while they watched us. It was easy to see that her attention had been focused on them? on their swollen members as they were beaten furiously to climax.One day in September, she even invited one man who had discovered us in the man's bathroom of a high-rise office building to come closer so that she could wrap her luscious red lips around his swollen member. I remember feeling a tightening in my throat as I watched Brittney take that stranger's cock deep into her mouth, but I wanted her to be happy and the way her pussy had squeezed my own hardness had been proof enough of her enjoyment.She eagerly accepted his orgasm on her face and even displayed pride in showing off the cream oozing from her features as she looked back at me after he had left. This went even further as we left the building, Brittney not having cleaned her face so that the entire world could bare witness to her disgrace. Somehow I found myself almost jealous of the way she felt as she placed herself on display, a feeling that somehow I wanted to share? to experience.By the time fall had come around, we had shifted escort ankara our daily routine to deal with the cooler weather. Our morning jogging and wilderness sexual encounters had been replaced with sessions under the warm water of the shower where we would usually indulge in the oral pleasuring of each other before diving into more primal acts which very often included anal stimulation? both hers and mine.One night Brittney surprised me by coming into the bedroom sporting a simple looking strap-on. She explained that she had begun to fantasize about doing me as I had done her so many times. Despite my obvious reluctance to allow this, I found myself unable to resist her request and I once again submitted to her will? to her control and desires. Strangely though, the deeper I fell into this submission, the more I grew to enjoy it? to take pleasure in the way it made her feel? and also the way it made me feel.From that day, the strap-on became a reoccurring toy in our encounters which led to her asking me to wear a butt-plug from time to time to further train my rear entrance to accept *her* when she would be in the mood. The feeling of that plug in me for hours at a time made me want to feel something larger, longer and only served to make me want to give myself to her that much more.At Halloween, Brittney convinced me to dress as a shapely secretary for her pharmaceutical firm's party. She explained that she had always wanted to see what it would be like with a shemale and that this would be a perfect way for her to experience this. Of course she promised to make it worth my while, a promise that proved to be more than enough for me to agree to this latest venture into a previously unknown universe of sexual experiences.We worked for several hours to give me the look that Brittney had envisioned and desired, going as far as to shave my entire body. Somehow she had already obtained a corset, some breasts forms and a long curly auburn wig along with all of the clothing and accessories that would have been required for such a venture. It was clear to me that this had not been a spur of the moment decision, a fact that I actually enjoyed as it gave me the opportunity to dive fully into this experience without delay..I spent the evening getting accustomed to the heels, the style of walk that Brittney had instructed me to use and the feeling of a larger plug forced into my ass. Although I knew that many at the party had figured out what I had truly been, it had been a thrill to experience the smiles and whistles of a group of men as we left the party. I knew then that I would want to experience the excitement I felt again, that I found strutting around as a woman had been an amazing sensation.That night the strap-on was used on me several times with a ferocity that I had never experienced or imagined. Brittney slapped my cheeks red as she rammed me with all available force, calling me her slut and tramp as she made me moan and after having shared my own load in a passionate "wet" kiss.