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Finding A New Purpose Ch. 01

By: RavagedDesires



** Note: This is purely fictional. All characters are fictional, as are any actions performed by them. **

It had all started when I had lost some stupid bet over a video game.

"Loser has to jerk the winner off," my friend Mike said jokingly while warming his trigger finger up on his controller.

"Ha, funny."

During the game I tried staying focused on beating him soundly so I could gloat over it but I had been slightly distracted by what he had said before we started. I obviously knew he had been kidding but my mind has a tendency to wander as it is. While dead and waiting to come back into the game, I had caught myself glancing at his pants, but only for a second before correcting my eyes back on the screen before he could notice.

I won't lie. I had never been with anyone in my twenty years of life so far, a somewhat bitter point at times. Never been touched, never done the touching. But that hadn't meant I never thought about it. Hell, I'd even fantasized about Mike on occasion, though I could never even think about going through with such a thing. I was bi-curious but never thought about actually acting on those impulses and honestly didn't have the desire to be emotionally involved with the same sex. So I mostly thought about women, but that's it. I suppose that had been the reason why I'd never been successful with any of the girls I had liked in highschool. Just didn't have the courage.

For most of the match, I was ahead by quite a bit, but started slipping in the last two minutes. 'C'mon! Stop playing like a moron!' I said to myself right before taking a shot to the head, shortly followed by Mike punching me in the arm. 

He had always done stuff like that since we'd become friends years before. I suppose it was just one of those things that older friends do, sort of like a brotherly thing. Granted, he was only four years older than me, I still felt young compared to him. Not only was I young, but I was somewhat small, only 5'9" and about 150 pounds soaking wet. Mike had always tried getting me to 'bulk up' as he called it, and I'd gone with him to his gym several times but never saw any results. Of course, he had seen results in himself, but that was probably because of the ridiculous amount of time he spent there. He practically lived in the gym and he'd 'bulked up' to a modest 250 pounds on his 6'1" frame.

"What the hell!" I yelled as I died yet again, almost throwing the controller before catching a glare from him.

"You sure as hell better not throw that, Alex, or you're forking over the money to replace it," He said coolly.

"Well, this is a load of shit! Stupid trigger won't work."

"Typical excuse," he said grinning as he popped a few more rounds off at my character.

And just like that, it was over. I'd lost. Needless to say, I wasn't too pleased about it. "Two out of three, that was a crappy game."

He just laughed and to my surprise, started unbuttoning his pants. I think he saw my eyes get rather large. "What. You agreed to the bet."

"Uhh..." I was somewhat dumbstruck by his actions.

Mike only unzipped his pants in response. Suddenly, he zipped the back up and buttoned his pants again. "Ha! You thought I was totally being serious!" Another punch landed on my arm.

"Stop hitting me! Not my fault you looked like you meant it..." I said in a unintentional sulking manner. Lost that open window. 

"Why did you say it like that?" He asked, giving me a strange look.

"What?"

"Why did you say it all boo-hoo like?" 

"Nothing. I didn't say it like that." I snapped back.

"Whatever, let's play again."

We played the next two rounds in close silence, one of us occasionally shouting out some obscenity over a cheap shot. I didn't look at him.

"Did you really think I was serious?" He said in the middle of the next match.

"What does it matter?"

"I'm just wondering."

"Like you would have wanted me to anyway." I said, still staring at the screen.

"You act as if I there's no way I would want to get a free hand job."

I stopped playing for a split second, long enough to say "You wouldn't?"

He set his controller down. "I just assumed you'd chicken out."

I shot his character in the head while it stood still. I heard Mike shifting a bit in his chair. 'Don't look. Don't show any interest,' I said to myself, forcing my eyes to stay on the screen. After what felt like several minutes I broke my stare to turn and yell at him to pick his controller up. His pants where around his ankles and he was sitting there in his boxers.

Mike sorta moved uneasily in his chair when I looked over, but resumed his serious look quickly. He didn't say anything. Just waited. 

I gave him a confused look, but he made no gestures to give away his intentions. 'To hell with it,' I thought. 'Either I make a move and he kicks my ass, or I don't and he ridicules me for wussing out.' I stood up from my chair and walked in front of him. After a few seconds of trying to get any sort of clue from him, I decided to just sit on my knees in front of him a few feet away. He finally responded by scooting his chair forward until I was between his legs.

I looked down to try and hide my enthusiasm. I didn't want him to think I was so eager. 'Make it seem like you're only holding up your end of the bet," I told myself several times before reaching a hand up to his thigh.

Mike's cotton boxers felt soft under my touch, and I ran my fingers up his leg before lightly feeling at his crotch a bit. I could feel the outline of his cock, but, I'd never touched another man and I had no way of judging it's size. I knew for certain that it felt quite a bit larger than myself, another befitting aspect of my stature. Yeah, thanks for the four and a half inch one God. I felt rather embarrassed and angry when I thought about that, but I concentrated on what was at hand. Mike wasn't going to see me so what did it matter if he was bigger?

I jumped back a bit when I felt his cock twitch in his boxers in response to my repeated passes with my hand. After regaining my composure, I rubbed his cock through his boxers a bit more vigorously, feeling it growing. I looked away before putting my hand inside the front opening and reaching to pull it free. Mike must have noticed my surprise when I put my hand around his hardening cock, because he stifled a laugh of amusement when my eyes darted to my hand. Large was a quite modest word to describe him.

"Uhh," was all I could say. When I had first reached into his boxers, my hand could reach around his cock. Now, my fingers couldn't grasp the entire thing. I had 'played' around with some of my sister's toys she thought she kept hidden in her closet every now and then when my curiosity had gotten the better of me, and Mike was definitely almost as large as her largest dildo. I guess I'd never suspected that some guys thought of that size as normal to them.

Of course I would never admit it to anyone, but I'd taken a liking to masturbating while using my sister's toys. It's not like it's a particular mystery as to why it would feel good for a guy, having a prostate and all, but that wasn't really why I'd done it. I suppose it was exhilarating to think of it as someone on the other end actually deriving pleasure on the 'giving' end of things. But that aside, I was still bewildered by Mike's cock which was now in front of me.

"It doesn't bite you know," Mike said, half grinning in amusement, the other half in anticipation I assumed.

I just nodded meekly as I started to move my hand up and down over his shaft, rather slowly at first. I honestly didn't know what I was doing. I knew how to get myself off but someone else? Sensing my hesitation, Mike reached down and closed his larger hand around mine.

"What's your deal? Like this," he said somewhat annoyed while showing me the motion he wanted me to use. I moved my hand up and down while rotating a bit when I got towards the head of his cock. Apparently, I was doing it right because Mike looked like he was starting to relax and enjoy himself.

"Use some of your spit, it works better. I didn't mean spit in your hand, genius," Mike said just as I took my hand off and went to spit in it. I looked up him confused, and was answered rather bluntly when he pushed his tongue in his cheek.

"That wasn't part of the deal!" I contested. He muttered something about it being in the fine print before resting his hand on my head. He was obviously saying it wasn't up for debate. I tried to pretend to be hesitant and nervous, but he didn't know that I'd done this many times in the privacy of my own room.

Tongue stuck out, I let him pull my head ever so slightly towards his now throbbing shaft. Using a steady motion, I ran my tongue up the underside of him, just below the tip. I repeated it along both of the sides before reaching back with my hand to start stroking him in the motion he'd show me before. He replied with a slight grunt of approval.

'I should just go for it," I thought to myself. 'I'm already this far in, and I doubt he would hold it against me if I tried to elaborate a bit.' However, I was still somewhat daunted by the size of his cock. Sadly, I had actually read up on tutorials for deep-throating and attempted it on some of my sister's smaller dildos and been moderately successful, but I'd never thought of trying it on her larger ones. First time for everything I suppose.

I went for it. I took my hand off his cock, and just as he was opening his eyes to protest, I started pushing the head of his cock into my mouth, working it along the roof of my mouth before stretching my neck forward.

"Whoa, whoa..." was all he was able to get out before I inhaled deeply and pushed the head of his cock into the back of my throat. My instincts tried to fight it and I had to stifle a gag, but I just relaxed myself and tried to swallow and allow the cock to pass past my reflexes. I got what had to have been about six inches of cock into my mouth (judging from the fact that it felt farther down my throat then what I'd practiced with and those were only six inches long).

Mike involuntarily put both of his hands 

on the side of my head and held it there. I tried to stay still as long as I could until my lungs started to burn and I started to frantically smack my hand against his thigh. He let go as I pulled his cock out of my mouth as quickly as I could and he let out a very long sigh.

"Something tells me you've been waiting to do this," he said looking down at me in surprise and a sort of lust. Maybe I had imagined that second part, but I knew he liked what I had done.

I just smiled sheepishly before put his cock back into my mouth, but not deep-throating it again. My lungs needed a bit of time to recover. Just as I was about to try and deep throat him again, he pulled my head out of his crotch and pushed me to my feet. He stood up and pulled my arms behind my back sharply.

"Ah, oww? What the hell?" I said, trying to get out of his grip. He didn't answer, only led me down the hall into the spare room where he pushed me forward onto the bed. I turned around as fast as I could and saw him just standing there. Mike pulled off his shirt and pulled his slightly wet boxers off and threw them both haphazardly across the room before reaching forward and grabbing my ankle. 

"Dude, stop it!" I protested and tried kicking back. "This isn't funny." But his grip was too strong. 

He grabbed my other flailing leg and rolled me onto my stomach. "Just shuttup and stop trying to kick me, man." He twisted my ankle just enough to show me he meant it. I stopped fighting out of fear of what he might do. It was no surprise to either of us that he was stronger. 

"What are you planning on doing?" I was genuinely worried now. I repeated myself again, desperately awaiting a response before receiving it as he grabbed my shorts and boxers and pulled them down in one motion. His aggressiveness frightened me, but in the back of my mind I felt myself secretly wanting him to keep going. I attempted to grab at my shorts, but they were too far down my legs to reach.

Mike only chuckled slightly at my failed attempts to stop him before he got himself up on the bed, pushing my legs apart as he knelt in between them. He pushed my head down into the mattress and I felt something cold pulling my cheeks apart. I squirmed in protest as I felt him working a wet finger around my "virgin" hole (virgin only to the real thing). The finger worked its way up to last knuckle, feeling all around inside of me. I felt like crying, but I didn't know why. 

I finally gave in and silently wept a bit as he put another finger inside of me and started spreading his fingers apart. I knew what he wanted, and I would have given it to him, but he didn't give me a choice. He was set on what he wanted. 'Why is he doing this?' I asked myself over and over. To my surprise, despite my weeping, I was getting incredibly turned on. Wasn't this what I'd fantasized about when masturbating? Being used by someone else for nothing but their own pleasure?

"You done whining?" He said coldly when I stopped sobbing. I resolved to let him have what he wanted.

"I won't fight it. Do what you will. We both know I can't realistically stop you," I said solemnly.

"See? Isn't it better when you realize you should just do what I want?" He said as I felt him shift on the bed behind me. I felt the tip of his cock, slippery from my blowjob just a few moments earlier, being guided by his free hand towards my slightly loosened hole. 

"Wait, wait. Please. Just, go slow at first. Then I won't fight anymore." I could hear his frustration under his breath but he agreed begrudgingly. He settled the tip of his cock at my hole and held it there with his hand and began pushing the head inside of me, all the meanwhile still pressing my head into the mattress. There was nothing forcing him to be gentle while pushing himself inside of me, so I shut my mouth tightly, not making a sound at any discomfort I was having. 

It hurt. A lot. Despite going slowly, he was stretching me far too much too quickly and my body didn't want to allow him entrance. There was a sharp pain, almost causing me to gasp out, making want to scream 'No! No!' but I just bit down on the sheets. I was grateful that I had 'played' with myself prior to coming over, just in case something were to ever happen. Seems it was wise choice to be 'clean' and not having to worry. But that sure didn't help the overwhelming pain as he kept pushing in inch after inch. 

Mike kept shifting his body behind mine, working himself like a skilled athlete, sliding himself inside of me with a good deal of finesse. Finally, I felt the hair at the base of his crotch rubbing against my now de-virginized hole. Thankfully, he stayed in that position for several minutes, which was enough time for me to become accommodating to his shear girth. I felt a shock run through my body when I felt him starting to roll his hips up and down moving his cock all around inside of me, grinding his thick hair against my entrance.

I can't even put into words the ecstasy he was giving me. He laughed out coldly when my legs started shaking from the exhilarating motions his crotch was making. Grasping wildly at what clumps of sheets I could grab, I tried not to make any sound, but I accidentally let out a rather high pitched squeal. I tried to pretend that I hadn't made a sound, pretend that he wasn't driving my body crazy with pleasure. But that's all Mike needed. He knew he had complete power over me.

"Seems I've found what drives you wild..." He said proudly. "Bet you could get used to this cock couldn't you?"

I gave up and just nodded against the mattress. He released his hand from the back of my head and leaned forward slightly, supporting himself with his hands on the bed. His leaning forward pulled my ass up a little bit in the air as he continued pushing his cock around inside of me and I let myself moan again, ignoring the fact that I sounded like a giddy school girl. It was as if Mike could push me to the edge of an orgasm and just leave me there as he grinded me with his cock. My hands reached behind me and held onto his forearms so I could shift my butt up a little higher for him.

"There we go. Remember that feeling," he said as he started pulling his throbbing member out of me. I must have sounded disappointed, because Mike started chuckling again coldly. He stopped just before completely leaving me empty, with just the head remaining. "Tell me what you want."

I didn't say anything. Just remained motionless on the bed, my ass a good foot off of the bed.

"Guess you don't want anything, eh?" He defiantly pulled his cock completely out of me and started getting off the bed.

"No! Wait!" I said without realizing the panic in my voice. Embarrassed, I looked away, fixing my gaze on a pillow nearby.

"Wait? You have something you want to say?" Mike responded, patiently standing in front of the bed with his arms crossed.

"I..." I started to say. I'd come so close to finally being with someone, though it was a feigned choice on my part. "I want you to keep going."

"Keep going? What do you want me to keep doing?" He was going to force me to say it out loud just because he could.

"I want you to keep fucking me." I'd said it. Mike had heard me loud and clear.

"So you want my cock inside of you?" He asked, stroking himself while staring at me with cold eyes.

"Yeah... I do," was all I said in response.

Mike snapped his fingers and pointed towards the edge of the bed. I hadn't moved since he'd gotten up, and I realized that I must have looked rather stupid with my ass sticking up in the air. "Get on your knees on the edge of the bed."

I did as he asked, and moved myself towards the edge of the bed in front of him. Tightly grabbing my left hip with his hand, he once again guided his cock back towards my vulnerable entrance. I gasped and lurched forward as he found his way deeply inside of me, much less gently than before. His other hand clasped around my right hip and he slowly started working his cock in and out of me, using small strokes.

My hands had been holding me up on the bed up until this point and my arms were feeling a bit sore (probably from his repeated punches) so I tried leaning on my forearms but it didn't help much. Giving up, I just crossed my hands and rest my head in them as his thrusts became longer. 'Just relax,' I thought over and over, trying not to think about the size of the man threatening to split me in half.

Mike was starting to move faster, and his balls were making small sounds every time they slapped into me. The pain was starting to get worse as his thrusts pushed his cock upwards as it moved in. I tried sitting up again to put myself in a more accepting position but it was obviously not helping. 

"Can you... slow down? You're... hurting me," I grunted in discomfort.

"No."

Great. This was something I obviously hadn't thought of in all of my "practicing" in the privacy of my room. It hadn't occurred to me that if I'd told a man he could do what he wanted, he'd do just that. He would ram himself into my tight hole to his heart's content. Not to mention I had little chance of stopping a man in the throws of his own hedonistic passions. My eyes began to well up again despite my best efforts to shut out the pain.

"You best enjoy learn to enjoy it 'cause I'm not stopping," Mike said, letting out a deep groan. 

'Well, at least he's enjoying himself," I said to myself, trying to sound bitter. But I wasn't. I wanted him to enjoy it.

Gratefully, after several minutes of his abusing thrusts, he stopped and I reached up to wipe my face dry. He let his cock rest inside of me as he pushed on the backs of my thighs. I took his signal and moved forward on the bed. He got himself up onto the bed in tandem, making sure his cock stayed firmly inside of me before getting on his feet. The bed creaked as he squatted over me, his inner thighs grazing my butt as he slowly started thrusting.


Finding A New Purpose Ch. 01



Before he started getting into it again, he pushed on the small of my back with his hands, forcing me to arch it. 

"Oh fuck, don't you dare move," he grunted, grabbing my ass and pulling me into him as he pushed his member even deeper inside of me. With my back arched up, and his downward approach, he slid back and forth more easily, and the pain ceased. I decided I'd let myself enjoy it. Slight gasps and more girlish squeals found their way escaping my lips. I was still somewhat embarrassed by them. My voice had never really made those sounds when I'd touched myself before, but I suppose it was probably a result of what was happening.

I was being fucked by a strong, well-hung man, and it was the only natural response on my part. I found myself giggling a bit at the thought. It gave me a sense of accomplishment I suppose. Mike heard my giggling as he fucked me and responded by slamming his cock into me all the way down to the base. Hair tickled at my back door as he started rooting around with his cock inside of me, and I screamed out. This time, my toes curled back when my legs started to shake again.

"Oh god.... Oh...." I managed to say in between gasps for air. That edge was back again. Sweat was trickling off of Mike's chest and falling down onto my back as I started to tense my ass and release while wiggling it back in forth. I tried showing my adoration for him moving around deep inside of me by rotating my hips into his crotch and working the muscles in my hole around his thick cock.

"I knew that's what you were waiting for," He chuckled as I continued crying out in pleasure. Mike allowed me to savor the fullness of his cock exploring me for a few moments longer before flipping me onto my back. I looked up at him wondering what was next, trying not to smile. But that was the extent of his generosity. "I hope you enjoyed yourself, 'cause now I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop," he said with a dead serious look on his face.

I went from feeling content and glad, to scared the second he said that. I started trying to get out from under him but he just grabbed my arms and held them against the headboard. There was some clinking sounds as I saw him reach over the edge of the bed and grabbed the belt out of his pants. In one swift motion, he tied my hands to one of the rungs in the headboard. The knot wasn't so tight that it was painful, but tight enough to where I couldn't move my wrists despite my honest attempts.

Mike saw me struggling with the belt and just grinned in a devilish way as he spit on his hand and started rubbing it on his cock. I tried closing my legs to stop him, but he just grabbed both of my knees and pulled them apart, completely exposing me to him. Four and a half inches lay in front of him. Mike flicked my cock painfully with his finger, ridiculing me as he laughed and put his cock up next to it in comparison. I looked down in shame at myself. He made me look like I was a little kid next to him.

"Well, on the bright side, at least you know how a woman should feel when getting fucked by a real cock, unlike this thing," he chuckled to himself. "Here, how about we make you look more fitting." Mike got up from the bed and walked over to a dresser. After a few seconds of rummaging, he pulled out a pair of his girlfriend's panties. He came back to the bed, his cock swaying back and forth like a boding monster looking for prey. 

I almost kicked at him when he started to put my legs through the panties, but remembered his earlier threat not to kick him. White lace scratched at my legs as he pulled them up and fit them snugly around my hips. Mike tucked my cock in so it was no longer even visible.

"There, now your crotch even look's like a woman's," he said, approving of the sight. I felt small. I'd never tried cross dressing, and it had never really been a thought in my mind. I liked being a guy, and I loved lingerie on women. But, I couldn't do anything about my current situation, and I tried to handle this new scenario as best I could. I guess this is how it felt to be fucked by a big man that thought of women as playthings for his enjoyment.

Mike started petting my crotch, running his fingers along the lace patterns. "Don't you just love the feel of lingerie on a warm body?" He asked rhetorically. It did feel somewhat nice. I tried to envision myself as a sexy woman stretched across a bed waiting for her man. The scratching of the lace started to send a chill up my spine.

"I can never keep my hands off someone in lingerie," He said lustfully. Two fingers looped around the panties below my crotch and pulled them to the side, exposing my waiting hole. With his other hand, Mike reached in and started tracing along the edge of my asshole. He got closer to me on the bed, sitting between my open legs. I could feel the warmth of his cock less than an inch from ass. Using his hand, he slid his cock back and forth between my cheeks and around my longing hole, before starting his entrance into me. I wrapped my legs around the back of his and lifted myself into him. Maybe if I was compliant, he wouldn't make right on his threat. But I was wrong. 

As soon as his member was snugly inside my tight hole, he grabbed my hips and started fucking me. Hard. I gasped out in shock as he started rocking the entire bed with his thrusts. They were short at first, but as my no longer virgin ass loosened up a bit, he started making them longer. But not any slower. I felt the belt against my wrists as I pulled at the headboard.

I screamed out, my voice broken up as my body was shaken by his assault. It wasn't really painful yet, but it was too much. He was going too fast. Mike didn't even seemed phased by my shrill cries, and proceeded to groan loudly, his eyes shut as he relished dominating me in every aspect of the word. Every time his body slammed into mine, there was an audible smack of skin hitting skin. All of the sounds, his grunting and my cries, the creaks of the bed, the sound of two bodies colliding, seemed to flow together like some twisted symphony.

It wasn't until a few minutes into his unfaltering session that a new sound started working its way in. I was so embarrassed, and felt it before I had heard it. My ass had become completely relaxed to his intrusion and started making slopping sounds as his foreign object slid in and out of me with ease. I was sure Mike felt me becoming quite open, as his thrusts became more lazily controlled, his cock coming completely out of me and sliding around trying to find my gaping ass at the apex of his movements.

He stared down at me in satisfaction. "I guess you're body likes it when I ram my big cock inside of you like there's no tomorrow." I could feel him intentionally trying to jam his cock into me at less comfortable angles. My guess was that he was trying to cause pain. And he was, but I tried not to give him any indication. It was all I had left to oppose him. 

"You feeling like begging yet?" Mike's eyes started looking frantic as he continued pounding me.

I didn't say anything for a bit, trying to remain resolute in my opposition of him, but he was doing a hell of a job bringing the pain back. I squirmed, trying to adjust myself, but it was too easy for him to reposition me. My ass sure seemed like it was working against me too, hungrily consuming his cock with ease, making sounds that seemed even louder than the rocking of the bed.

"Please," I started to beg. "Your cock is too big, you're hurting me!" I had started screaming rather incoherently each time his body heaved and slammed into me.

Mike just started laughing in that now familiar, dark tone. "You're even louder than Rachel when I fuck her senseless!" I could hear his breathing starting to become labored. I guess he was waiting for me to cry out. Without thinking, I clutched my legs around behind him as firmly as I could and clenched my loose hole, trying to make it somewhat tighter. 

"Uhhhnn! That's it, right there!" Mike roared as he drove his cock inside of me with one final, powerful thrust. I'm not entirely sure what it was. It might have been that I was physically spent and needed to have some sort of release, it could have been the fact that he'd found ravaging me pleasurable, the fact that he was pulling that motion that drove my body crazy, or that his cock was literally pulsing inside me as he spilled himself deep in my longing ass, but I shrieked out, my whole body convulsing as he came. 

I looked up at Mike, who was bent over me, his cock still throbbing inside of me as he tried to recover. His eyes were closed and he was panting heavily, but otherwise silent. "I think I might need to buy Rachel some new lingerie," I said, looking down at the mess I'd made in the panties Mike had put on me.

"You're going to leave them on, and you definitely aren't going to let anything spill on my bed," Mike exclaimed, his eyes still shut as he thrust himself a few times before slipping his softening cock out of me. He place his thumb against my asshole, making sure none of his seed came out until I'd recovered. The belt was loosened and I was finally able to sit up. There was a good deal of wetness inside my panties and I reached in to feel around my broken-in hole. It didn't hurt, but it felt sore, like a huge cock had spent the last twenty minutes invading every last privacy I had.

"Stop marveling and help clean up," He said, expecting me to comply.

"You're still not done?" I asked, surprised. I looked down to see him lying on the edge of the bed.

"I am for now, but you're not getting out of here without cleaning up your mess you made." I was a bit bewildered by his statement, seeing as I hadn't spilled anything and I'd left the now soaked panties on. A good ten seconds past before it dawned on me that he meant his cock. He was sort of right. I had left a bit of a mess, with a mixture of spit and cum glistening on it. Thankfully, it seemed a lot less daunting when he wasn't hard and wanting to fuck me. I laid on my stomach, with my head in his crotch, carefully cleaning up what was on him using my lips and fingers to get as much off as I could. Deciding I might as well do something amusing to finish up, I crawled on top of him and started rubbing my ass against his crotch, the dry portion of my panties wiping up the rest I hadn't gotten. 

Mike only snickered at my attempts to give him any more satisfaction and pushed me to the side and got dressed.



Finding A New Purpose Ch. 02



** Note: This story is purely fictional. All characters and actions they perform are fictional as well. **



"God, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I yelled as I bounced up and down in Mike's lap. He was sitting on the couch, his hands at his sides as I lifted myself up and down, impaling myself on his engorged dick.

It had been a little over a week since my last 'encounter' with my friend Mike, who had taken my virginity by force. I had been hesitant to hang out with him, fearing a repeat of the last time, but I also didn't want it to destroy our friendship, so I'd agreed to see some comedy that had just come out in theatres. A public place felt reasonable, as he obviously couldn't pull anything on me.

The movie had sucked pretty bad, one of those movies where the only funny parts are in the previews, and halfway through, Mike had grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. Without really paying attention, I had slid my hand inside and was obliviously playing with him while watching the movie. It wasn't until I heard someone coughing that I yanked my hand out of his pants, though I think someone several rows back had just choked down a bad piece of popcorn and didn't actually see me stroking my friend off. 

Once I pulled my hand out of his pants, Mike sort of glared at me, but I smiled innocently. I had been thinking about the incredible feelings he could force into me using his large cock. I'd fantasized about another chance to experience it again, and it seemed he was more than eager to let me. We left the movie halfway through and hurried to his car to head back to his place, and we'd barely gotten in the door before he had ripped off my clothes.

"Ho ho! Someone has been seriously naughty," Mike exclaimed after he had pulled off my pants. Since our last session, I had decided I'd try and do something for him to make him want me again, so I'd stolen a garter belt, thigh high stockings that clipped onto it, and some matching panties from my sister and had been wearing them under my clothes just in case he had reached in and felt them. I just grinned after hearing his approval as he led me to a chair

"I want to see what you do when you think about my cock," He said as he sat down on the couch across from me. A hand found it's way into his pants, and he pulled his cock out and lazily stroked it while waiting to see what I'd do.

'Make it a show for him,' I thought to myself. 'Make him unable to keep his hands off of you.' I sat back in the chair and spread my legs apart, my hands rubbing my inner thighs (smooth after I had shaved all the hair off my body, minus a slutty looking patch above my meager 'manhood', if I could call it that). My right hand reached up and pinched one of my nipples as I rubbed my crotch through the panties with my left. I made moaning sounds as I closed my eyes and put fingers from my right hand into my mouth, sucking each seductively in repeated motions. The panties were pulled to the side as I started working wet fingers around where I hoped is cock would soon be. One, and then two fingers pushed into my ass, wiggling around as I slowly spread them apart, opening myself up. 

I figured this would be the best opportunity to get my waiting hole loosened up so he could enter me easily without pain on my part, and I slid a third finger in. My moaning continued, and I rolled over onto my knees, reaching back in between my legs to play with my exposed hole in full view of him. I glanced over to see him watching intently, his cock getting rock hard.

The fingers in my ass made their way back to my mouth where I sucked on them again. "Ooo!" I said seductively as I reached back with that hand and spanked my ass before sliding my wet fingers back inside.

"I like the sound of that. You have been quite bad, haven't you?" He asked, grinning.

"You don't even know the half of it." I admitted. "That beautiful, big rod of yours just drives me crazy thinking about it."

"Come over here." I slid onto the floor and started crawling towards him, swinging my ass back and forth in an exaggerated manner with each step. Mike reached down and pulled me up by my arms and laid me across his lap, face down. My panties were pulled down to my knees and I felt his hands gripping and squeezing my ass. A sharp pain went through my backside as a loud smack echoed through the house. I yelped out in surprise, as his large hand landed square on my cheeks again. "So bad indeed," He said, rubbing my ass again with his hands.

I braced for another spanking, ready to cry out in response just to empower him. Instead, I felt a wet finger slide inside of me. I gasped out, but then felt his other hand land on my exposed ass. I remembered to squeal, which caused him to grunt, validating that it did in fact make him feel in control. My ass felt red hot from his spankings, but the pain felt good, different from when he forced his cock inside of me roughly. One last smack hit my cheeks before he set me down on the floor looking up at him. I pulled his pants and boxers off as he removed his shirt and looked down at me expectantly. I took his cue and started running my tongue along his hard tool, stopping to suckle on his balls every few passes.

A groan greeted me when I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and ran circles around it with my tongue. Practicing more since our last encounter made it easier when I started slipping his monster into my throat, and I didn't gag. Every few strokes, I'd leave his cock as far down my throat as I could bear and massaged the underside of his shaft with my tongue. Apparently he liked what I was doing, and he settled into a routine of holding my head in place every time I paused to savor him. I didn't try to elaborate too much, I wanted to save some for next time, if there was one.

"I want you to lean over the arm rest," he said, sliding to the side so I could climb onto the couch. I did as he asked, and bent over the edge of the arm rest.

I expected to feel his fingers prodding at my entrance, but it felt much softer than that. Very wet too. I squealed when I realized his tongue was flitting around behind me. Against my will, my ass was being resistant to him, and I soon felt two fingers slide inside of me and begin stretching me open. I felt disappointed that he wasn't trying to eat me out anymore, but I let out slight cheer when his tongue slipped inside of my ass between the fingers, which I realized were only there to hold me open. 

"You taste even better than I'd hoped," He said, his voice muffled by my ass. After a bit more exploration of my interior had been made by his adventurous tongue, he pulled his fingers out and pulled me back onto the couch, rolling me onto my back in the process. My legs were lifted onto his shoulders, and I could feel his cock poking around between my cheeks, unguided by his hands, which he'd placed on my hips.

I let out a sigh of relief when his stiff rod found its right place and started pushing against me. Since I had played and stretched myself out a bit before when I was putting on a show for Mike, he met only slight resistance, and I had only a flash of discomfort which faded away quickly. He didn't waste time situating his cock completely inside of me, and he started slowly working his way in and out about an inch at a time. For a moment, my mind flashed back to when he had assaulted me in nearly this same position last week, and I became slightly fearful, but he didn't break out of the gate like a wild stallion. I was almost disappointed.

He continued, increasing the lengths and intensity of his strokes, the backs of my thighs smacking against his taut six-pack. I hadn't been making much noise in response up until now, but I started giggling incessantly once his thrust were bringing his cock almost completely out before moving back in.

"What's so funny?" He asked, sounding almost angry.

"Shh," I whispered, trying to stop myself. "Just listen."

Just like the last time, as he worked his cock into me, I felt myself completely opening up and becoming increasingly wet. A familiar sound started becoming louder, the same sound that I had been so horribly embarrassed about before. My gaping hole was making wet slopping sounds each time Mike thrust. Hindsight, I'm not too sure why I'd been embarrassed about the fact that my ass had willingly opened itself for his wonderfully sized cock, but I found the sound amazing to my ears now. It made me feel so sexy, knowing my body wanted him so badly. Mike fit so perfectly inside of me.

"Hahaha, what an appropriate sound," Mike claimed. He made his thrusts harder, successfully making the slopping the loudest sound in the room. I burst up giggling again, my chest and neck flushing red in the heat of the moment. "I'm bored of doing the work," he said, his movements stopping suddenly.

His arms reached under my elbows as he lifted me up into his embrace as he turned and sat, his back to the couch now, with me patiently waiting in his lap. I clasped my hands behind his neck, waiting for him to put his hands back on my hips where the belonged, but he just sat there looking at me.

"Well, I suppose I don't mind if you just sit there, but it sure isn't much fun."

I groaned, trying to sound insulted by his apparent unwillingness to help me. He just grinned as he sat, waiting for me to fuck myself, so I unclasped my hands and put them on his broad shoulders so I could help lift myself up. I sat up on my knees, and began lifting myself up off of his cock, letting it pull out of my ass, before falling back down. My ass clapped against his crotch and shook a bit which made me smile, and I repeated the motion again.

Determined to satisfy him, I moved my body against his as hard as I could, and soon I found it easy to go fast. I discovered a good technique was to roll my hips back into him as I came down, which forced his cock into me more quickly and I would start lifting myself up again. My cries of pleasure where becoming quite loud and I thought the neighbors might hear, but I honestly didn't care. For all they knew, the man and his girlfriend were just having a bit of afternoon fun. Little did they know, it was me who was getting fucked and not Rachel.

"Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I shouted. He was still lying there, enjoying himself. 

"No," I said when he grabbed my hips and started assisting me. "Let me do it. Let me make you come. I need to."

There was no opposition on Mike's part, and he apparently thought it was a wonderful idea that I wanted to keep doing all the work while he enjoyed himself. My hands reached back and spread my ass as I continued fucking him. I stared intently at him, my moaning becoming lower as I focused on trying to feel what he needed from me. After a few more minutes of rather rough fucking, I could see him starting to tense up in his face. Immediately, I stopped fucking him and ground my ass into his crotch.

"Don't you want... to come inside my wet hole? I want you to come... all over," I said as I leaned in and whispered in his ear, my body starting to spasm as I made a mess on myself. That did it. I felt a surge rush through his body as he clawed at my ass and exploded inside of me. He left his cock inside of me, panting heavily.

"God damn can you make me come," I said, exhausted. He released his death grip on my butt, and I slowly inched my way up out of his lap. I had to make sure I clenched tightly as his cock made a satisfying 'plop' sound when he was free. None of his hot liquid found its way out of me and Mike grinned evilly when he noticed I was making sure. He didn't even have to tell me to clean up this time. 

I reached down and scooped up the mess I'd made on the front of my garter belt and put my fingers in my mouth before sitting down to clean him with my tongue. After I'd gotten as much as I could, I reached down and picked up my nearly ripped panties and dried him off with them before sliding them back up my legs and walking down the hall back towards my clothes. Mike was left sitting there naked, recovering from what I'd done to him. I just smirked when I heard him sigh and say how crazy I was.

**

I didn't see Mike for several weeks. He had been busy working at his firm, and I had been interviewing for a part time job doing web maintenance for a small collective of insurance companies from my home. Luck had been on my side, and after they had reviewed previous work I submitted in my portfolio, they hired me, despite not having a college degree. Late one evening, I rang Mike and told him that I had gotten the job. I was pretty excited about it and had told just about everyone else. He said it was good, but that he needed to discuss something with me. I agreed to meet with him, mostly because he seemed somewhat upset over something.

Mike lived about twenty minutes from my family's house. His condo was a bit of a bachelor pad, but Rachel spent most nights there. It was nice, not too fancy, but decent. Surprisingly, it was pretty cheap compared to the salary he made, but Rachel had gotten nice furnishings and gave it a bit of a homey touch. I rang his buzzer and he let me in when I arrived around nine in the evening.

"She left, Alex," He said when I walked in. I found him sitting on the couch with a bottle of what I assumed was vodka. He seemed quite coherent, not really drunk at all. Sulking is what I assumed he was doing, not drinking.

"Seriously?" I asked. They'd been together for almost two and a half years. It was surprising, it seemed like a decently good relationship. "She say why?"

"I came home and she left a note and the spare key. She didn't even take all of her stuff, said she didn't want them. But, she took the damn cat," he said bitterly. They'd gotten a Siamese cat, Caesar, shortly after Mike had bought the place two years ago. "Honestly, I'm almost more pissed about the cat than her leaving. I knew she'd been seeing some guy who started working at her office. Fuck, she talked about him non-stop."

"I'm sorry," I genuinely was. "You going to be alright?"

"Yeah, just pissed off. I just feel like not thinking about it." He turned the TV on and put in some game. It was sort of nice, just being able to play games. Sex wasn't really on my mind. I just wanted to help him get over Rachel.

"So, when do you start that job?" He asked half an hour later when he had gotten up to answer the door when a pizza arrived. I put my controller down and grabbed two beers out of the fridge. I handed him one and grabbed a slice from the box on the table.

"I actually started it already. They asked me to look over the sites to see what all I thought needed to be done. I stayed up until four in the morning and finished it already, but I don't think I'll send it to them for a few days. It's pretty nice, since I finished it in less than two days and they said they just wanted it by next week."

He agreed that it was a pretty sweet deal. "And you don't even have to go into the office?"

"Well, they said I might need to sit in on a meeting every now and then, but I'm just going to be designing and maintaining their sites, and I can just as easily do that from home." I grabbed another slice before sitting back down on the couch. 

"Must be nice," He muttered, sitting down on one of the chairs next to the couch and drinking his beer.

"As long as I don't become a complete shut in," I laughed. We finished most of the pizza before putting in some action movie. It was getting pretty late by the time it was over, and I started to get up to head home for the night.

"I meant to ask you," He said as I was grabbing my coat. "Rachel helped out some with the mortgage on the condo. Her name wasn't on it or anything, but it might start to suck if I have to pay for it all myself. Now that you have a job, I just figured you might want actually move out of your parent's place."

"To be honest, I haven't really put much thought to it. I mean, I want to be out on my own, just was more focused on making sure all of my stuff was in order for work."

"Well, you're welcome to stay here. I'm not asking for a lot of money each month, just enough to cover the utilities and food probably. You obviously don't have to give me an answer right now, just wanted you to think about it. Everyone else I know has they're own living situations and no one else can realistically move in. I'd rather not put an add in the paper for some stranger to crash here."

"That's understandable," I said. "I'll think about it and let you know in a day or two."

"Sounds good," Mike said as he opened the door for me. "But just remember, its my place. You would just be living here and paying rent."

I nodded before heading out and down to the elevator.

**

I'd basically made up my mind before even leaving the condo. Of course I would stay at his place. He needed someone to help pay, and I really did want to move out. Mike was gone during the day, which would give me plenty of time to get my work done, plus the condo wasn't too far from my office, on the off chance I would need to go in. Not to mention, I eagerly hoped that living with Mike would give me more opportunities to mess around.

"Great, man," he said on the phone. "You don't really need to worry about moving too much stuff right? There's already an extra bed and there's no need for you to bring any more furniture, I've got too much as it is. I've got to go to work in an hour, but I'll leave a key under a rock out front of the building. Feel free to bring your shit over whenever you're ready. Just don't forget about the key."

I hung up the phone and went about packing my stuff. My parents were actually more than helpful, but I think they just were glad I was getting out of the house. Jessica, my sister, was already going on about what color she wanted to paint my walls before she moved into my room. I was somewhat upset when she began walking around while I was in the middle of putting my computer into a box. She was just trying to be obnoxious, sizing up where she was going to put her dresser and her desk.

"Why are you even moving in here? You're leaving for college in a year," I said, pushing her out of my way. Luckily, I had already boxed up the 'desirables' I'd nicked from Jessica before she found her way in. Four boxes was all I had to show for myself. Two were full of my clothes, one had my computer, and the other had random stuff I needed to take with me. It sure didn't seem like much, but then again, I wasn't having to take any furniture.

It was around lunch time when I'd managed to get my boxes loaded into the back of my car. "Stop it, Mom," I said when she hugged me like I was being shipped out for war. "It's not like I'm leaving the country. I'm twenty minutes away for God's sake."

"Take care of yourself," My Dad said, slapping me on the back. "Try not to spend all your money on dumb shit."

"Honey!" My Mom said, shoving my dad for using such language.

"What? It's true! Kid's spend money like it's going out of style. I saw his paycheck. He's making good money," My Dad protested.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Dad," I said, shaking my head before getting in my car. "I'll come back this weekend for dinner if that's alright with you, Mom."

She agreed and they waved as I took off towards my new home, my sister sticking her tongue out at me as I left. She even flipped me the bird when my parents started heading back into the house. 



Finding A New Purpose Ch. 03



** Note: This is purely fictional. All characters are fictional, as are any actions performed by them. 

Also, the story begins to breach into transsexualism from here on. Just a heads up **

*

"You already know that I don't like people to wear shoes inside," Mike said when he came in my room as I was setting up my computer. "Don't want anything scratching the wood flooring. I spent way too much on it as it is. Also, don't leave shit lying around."

"You're saying it as if you expect me to," I replied, somewhat annoyed that he was lecturing to me like I was ten.

"I'm just sayin'. By the way, do you know how to... Uhh. Can you cook?" He asked, scratching the back of his head.

"I'm decent. I'm sure as hell not a cook, but yeah. Why? Can't you?"

"Course I can!" He obviously was lying. "It's just Rachel usually cooked, and I would get real sick of take out when she wasn't around."

"So you're asking if I'll cook for us?" I replied. "That's fine, you stuck me with buying food anyway."

Mike lit up. Obviously he was glad at least one of us knew how to feed themselves. I just sighed before going about pulling out my clothes and arranging them in the closet. He walked off down the hall to do who knows what. I'd unpacked three of the boxes and my room still looked incredibly empty. It certainly was a lot larger than my old room. I figured it was as large as the master bedroom at my family's place. 

It just so happened that Mike walked by as I started taking out the select few pieces of lingerie I'd stashed away. I was holding them against my body before putting them in a drawer. 

"I like the black ones, Alex," he said, mocking me. I flipped him off before putting the last of the six pieces I had into the drawer and slamming it shut.

"Oh, shut up," I replied, upset that he thought it was funny. "Hope you aren't expecting to see any of that." His expression became a bit gloomy and I scoffed at him before passing him and walking into the bathroom.

I spent the next several days exploring the neighborhood around the condo. It was very foreign to me, living this far into the city, but it was invigorating. I'd found a butcher on the corner, and there was a quaint grocery store a few blocks past a park from Mike's place. The access to fresh ingredients was a godsend. During the morning after Mike took off, I would go for a walk down the local stores, and spend my afternoon brushing up on my cooking skills. Mike seemed grateful each evening when he could smell dinner being cooked when he walked through the door.

"This sure is nice," He said one evening, sitting down to a roast I'd cooked for him. "I didn't really expect this when you said you'd cook. Rachel never got too fancy, she would just throw something quick in the microwave or whatever. I don't know, I didn't pay attention. It wasn't all that good." 

"Well, I need something to do during the day," I admitted. It was nice to hear his praise though. "I think my bosses severely underestimated my skills when they hired me. I think they expected the work they needed me to do to be complicated. I guess it probably is to them, but to me, it's like tying my shoes." I laughed to myself. I certainly made way too much money for what I was doing, but I wasn't about to tell them that.

"You could clean, if you're really that bored," Mike said. I couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

"What, you want me to play maid, too?" I quipped. 

"Does that mean you'd wear one of those French maid get-ups?" His eyes widened at the thought.

"No," I said quickly. "But, I guess I could clean every once in awhile if I have nothing else to do." I didn't mind all that much. My Mom had always made me do chores since, well, since I could remember.

"Maybe you shouldn't wear anything then," he said, shoving a piece of roast into his mouth.

"Ha, right," I said, staring down at my plate.

"What?" He replied. "Pass me the potatoes."

"You can't be serious."

"...The potatoes are good?" Mike said, slightly confused.

I passed them towards his end of the table across from me. "I was talking about the other thing, genius."

"My place, my rules, yeah?" He grinned at me like an idiot.

I still wasn't sure if he was actually being serious. "No chance in hell."

"Come on! What do you care?" He was nagging like a little kid. "What if I met you halfway?"

"What, you naked, too?" I asked. "I suppose the sight wouldn't be too bad."

"No way," he recoiled, sounding appalled by the thought. "I was gonna suggest you put that lingerie to use that you keep in that drawer in your dresser."

"Why?" I asked, somewhat taken aback. His insistence made me stir a bit in my chair.

"Two reasons I suppose. One, why are you wearing panties right now, it's not like anyone is getting to see them," he sounded disappointed. 

It occurred to me that he had been snooping through my panty drawer. "Hey! Those are my things! Stay out of my dresser!"

He ignored my attacks. "And two, Rachel left all of her lingerie in my room. Either I give them to you, or I toss out several hundred dollars worth of clothes."

"Don't throw them out!" I cried out. 

"So, you want them then?"

"Of course I want them. Why would you even think of throwing them away?! Geez!" Free panties and lingerie? I couldn't turn that down, not after it had become so second nature to wear them.

"Well, what else would I do with it? Look, I'll make you a deal. You can have all of it, if you agree to wear it around the condo."

"...Just when you're around?" I asked. I was serious about wanting Rachel's things. He could throw out her other clothes for all I cared.

"No, anytime you're in the condo."

"But!" I started. "What if someone comes to the door?"

"Then they'll see you waltzing around in skimpy outfits won't they?" He answered as if it wouldn't bother me.

"I can't do that!" I protested.

"Fine, they're going out with the garbage tomorrow." Mike sounded serious.

"People will think I'm crazy! Please, don't throw them away!" I pleaded with him.

"You'll think of something. You're a grownup aren't you?" He was taunting me. He knew how badly I wanted her things.

I could always just buy my own lingerie. My paychecks could certainly buy more than enough for me. I'd ordered a few things since I'd moved in, but those were just panties and nothing very adventurous. But, I still didn't want him to throw such nice things away when I could just as easily wear them. That reminded me, I still hadn't received my 'toys' I'd ordered the other day.

"...Okay," I gave in. "If that's what it takes to stop you." The thought of having to answer the door wearing next to nothing frightened me. Sure, I could just ignore his rule to wear them when he wasn't home, but I didn't want to violate his trust. Especially after he'd been kind enough to let me live there for next to nothing.

"Sounds like you better go change, then," Mike smiled lustfully at me. It had been nearly two months since he'd touched me.

"Can I clear the table first?" 

"Does clearing the table require clothes?" He asked seriously. I just shook my head at such a stupid question and walked off down the hall towards my room.

The first thing I did was go into my bathroom. I checked myself over, making sure I hadn't missed anything this morning when I'd shaved. My legs felt slick to the touch, and not a hair was on my body. Even my crotch was bare, a recent gig I was in to. I took my time cleaning myself out, since I was pretty certain I was going to have sex by the end of the night. After I was finished, I headed back into my room.

I pulled my clothes off and put them in the hamper before turning to my panty drawer. 'What to wear, what to wear' I asked myself. 'Nothing too slutty... cute maybe?' I rummaged around for a bit, searching for what I had in mind. I smiled when I found them. They were a pair of very small, silk boy shorts, in a pale baby blue shade with a cute bow along the top edge in front. 

Eager to feel them against my smooth skin, I slid them up my legs, and savored how tightly they fit around my rather shapely butt. I'd been teased horribly most of my life in gym classes and whatnot because of my relatively feminine physique, especially when I was a bit heavier in junior high. 

I looked over my shoulder at the full length mirror in the corner of the room. I smiled. They did look quite cute on me. They had arrived the day before last, and this was my first chance to try them on. I loved how they only covered the middle part of my ass. There was a good two inches above and below of exposed skin, the shape of my cheeks clearly visible, poking out below.

Satisfied with how I looked, I walked back down the hallway into the dining room. Mike had since left, and was sitting on the couch watching TV, unaware that I'd come back. I set about cleaning up the table, and felt his eyes looking me over. I pretended not to notice him, and just continued what I was doing. The leftovers were put in a container for him to take to work in the morning, and the dishes were set in the sink. After soaking them for a brief moment, I began washing them by hand, my back to his piercing gaze. 

I hummed to myself blissfully, ignoring Mike, though I made sure to bend over without bending my knees each time I placed something in the dishwasher. 'It is pretty fun to tease him,' I thought. 'I wonder how long it's been since he's had sex, with Rachel having left, and me giving him the cold shoulder?' Curiosity got the better of me as I finished the dishes. 

Not looking at him once since I'd come out of my room, I decided to see if he would follow me when I left the through the dining room towards the hall. Once I left his view, I thought I heard him get off the couch but didn't look back to check. No footsteps were following me as I strolled down the hallway. I tried walking daintily, letting my hips sway in a feminine manner, just in case he were watching. Instead of stopping at my door, I continued to the end of the hall where Mike's room was. I went inside, but didn't close the door all of the way. 

I flopped onto his bed. It was a lot softer than mine, and covered in black satin sheets. Picked out by Rachel no doubt. They matched the decor of the room. The way they rubbed against my skin felt exhilarating. I rolled around on the bed before settling down on my back. The pillows were so soft under my head, and I began fantasizing about wanting to be fucked in his bed. My hand darted between my legs and started playing with my hole.

"Mmm, just like that. Keep touching me, Mike," I said softly. I closed my eyes as I noticed Mike watching me through the crack I'd left in the door. My fingers kept rubbing as I moaned out his name, arching my back, pretending he was fucking me. The door opened, and I heard Mike getting out of his clothes.

The bed shifted as he climbed on it. I felt him leaning over me and opened my eyes when I felt him sucking on one of my nipples. I giggled and put my hands on his head, guiding him back and forth between the two. They perked up when the cool air hit them, not as much as a woman's, but enough to show my arousal. He necked me for a bit, getting me even more eager for him.

I was happy when he moved farther up the bed and knelt on either side of my chest. I sat up, getting face to face with his flaccid extension. "He looks like he's been lonely," I said sadly, reaching out with my tongue and lifting him to my mouth. I sucked, pulling his still limp cock between my lips. I hungrily worked him, trying to get him nice and hard before taking it out.

"I want to try something," I said looking up at him. He obliged and got off of me. I found my way to the edge of my bed and lay down on my back, my head hanging off of the edge. "Come stand in front of me."

He got off the bed and walked around until he was in front of me. The bed was a good two and a half feet off the ground, so his cock was only slightly above my head. Being upside down was a bit disorienting, but I reached out with my hands and grabbed his cock and pulled him closer. Mike understood where I was going with this, and helpfully leaned forward, lowering himself so I could get my mouth around his penis again. I placed my hands on his legs, so I could regulate his motions and I muttered to him that I was ready. 

Using my hands, I slowly pulled him towards me, making sure to relax myself as I let him push his cock along my tongue. I inhaled deeply just as he began his journey into my throat. Staying calm was key; panicking would be a serious mistake. He got far enough that my nose was in his family jewels. I nuzzled my nose around, tickling at them before pushing against his legs, signaling him to pull out.

"I sure wish Rachel had done stuff like this, it's fucking amazing," Mike whispered under his breath before pushing his cock back in my mouth with my permission.

If he thought that was good, he was sure in for a surprise. Once he was completely down my throat a second time, I started swallowing, getting all of the muscles in my throat to work his cock in a way he had never experienced before. It definitely caught him off guard, as I felt his knees start to buckle. 

"Oh fuck! Ohhhh fuck!" He yelled out. Although he desperately tried to control himself, I felt his legs tense up. He fell forward, his hands landing on the bed. Both times we had had sex before, he had come while we fucked, so this was new to me. His cock seized and pulsed, and warm sticky liquid spill into my throat. I had to fight the urge to start coughing, not wanting to ruin the moment and just let him to enjoy it. Sadly, he was too far down for me to taste him. I kept him there as long as I could bear, before having to pull him out so I could breathe.

"I'm..." I gulped down his semen, coughing a bit. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you come so fast." I was angry at myself for having done it. My ass had been longing to be fucked. I sat up on the bed.

"Sorry?" He sounded offended. "I don't think I've come so fast from a blow job. Rachel was never able to make me. Seriously, take it as a compliment."

"Thanks." I still was upset.

"What's the deal?" He asked.

"It's nothing." I rolled off of the bed.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I made you finish too fast," I said, trying not to sound as depressed as I felt. "I'm going to sleep."

"Who said anything about me being finished? Get back on the bed." I did as he commanded. "Just because I came doesn't mean I'm done with you." I was glad he said that. Mike was making it sound like I was his to do with what he wanted, which made me incredibly horny. "Bend over. I want to play with you."

I got on my knees and bent over, looking back at him. I wagged my butt side to side in the air for him. His hand gripped my ass and squeezed harshly.

"These panties fit you," he stated as his head disappeared behind me. "But I think they cover too much." My lips quivered as I felt him run his tongue along my cheek and over the panties. Teeth clamped around them and he tugged them down a bit so they were no longer snugly fit around my ass. My cheeks were spread apart by his strong hands, exposing my little hole to his view. "Mmm, you look delicious."

He kept my ass spread open and pushed his face between it. I sighed contently as he ran his tongue back and forth from the base of my boyish nuts, over my hole and up between my cheeks. Every time, he would pause to suckle my entrance, working his saliva into it with his tongue. Soon, he gave up his routine and settled on eating me out. I relaxed my muscles, allowing his tongue to easily slide in and lubricate my interior. While I truly loved the feeling of his cock pounding my tight little hole, his tongue sent tingles through me as it darted about. It felt so different from his massive trunk.

"Keep going," I said, reaching a hand back and running my fingers through his hair. "You're making me feel so hot." Apparently, he was starting to get hard again because he muffled something about me being ready for him. I whimpered when he pulled his face out so he could get himself closer to me. Without telling me, he pushed his cock into my unsuspecting tunnel.

"Ah? Oww oww!" I gasped out in pain. 

"I need to fuck, right now," he grunted. His greediness overwhelmed me and his body pushed me down onto the bed. My fingers clutched the sheets in my hands as I screamed out. My crying made him chuckle, and it brought me back to when he had stolen my virginity. His body lay on top of me and he pushed himself in and out, though he met resistance, as I wasn't as wet as he thought I was. Luckily for me, it meant he couldn't go as fast as he wanted to.

"Why do you have to do it like this," I cried, tears falling from my eyes. "You know you're hurting me." But I knew why.

"You know you like it," He said sternly. It gave him the power over me that he craved.

I just sobbed. It hurt badly, but I needed for him to touch me. It gave me a sense of purpose, being used by him, but that didn't take away the physical pain. After several frustrating minutes, he rolled onto his side, bringing me with him. He lifted my leg up, putting his hand on the back of my knees so I couldn't close my legs, and began thrusting into me sideways. With my ass more spread apart, it was easier for him to fuck me, and he increased his pace. I started to cry out louder, but he reached around with his other hand and put it over my mouth, muffling my protests.

"Shhhh, I'm gonna keep fucking you whether you're screaming or not," he whispered into my ear. Despite his rough penetrations, he maintained a sort of gentleness, as he started biting softly at my neck. I stopped sobbing, though tears kept coming out. I wanted to enjoy being ravished. Somehow, I just had to make myself find pleasure in it, something that would eventually give me a much greater desire to have sex with him.

Mike took his hand off my mouth and put his arm around my chest, holding me firmly against him. Every now and then he'd rub my nipple that was in reach, but otherwise we stayed relatively still, aside from his thrusting, of course. I had fallen silent. I wasn't giving any audible signs of pleasure, and he in turn didn't make much sound, just labored breathing as he worked. It wasn't that I didn't want to keep having sex with him at that point in time, by all means I did. Like this, though, it just didn't do much for me. I was too preoccupied thinking about how I'd teach myself to enjoy him when he was like this to worry about my own pleasure during this encounter.

He didn't seem to mind my silence all that much. It was a somewhat solemn fuck, but I knew he hadn't slept with anyone for awhile so I didn't care. I eventually reached down to hold my leg up myself, so he didn't have to worry about keeping me open. It let him focus more on fucking me, and I wanted him to just finish for the night. Mike's hand found it's familiar place on my hip, and he began rocking me side to side in counter-motion to each of his movements, fucking me even more uncomfortably.

The improvement in position, for him that is, brought him to climaxing within a few minutes. He pushed his cock all the way inside of me when emptied himself a second time for the evening, much like he'd down the previous times he had sex with me. I lowered my leg and stroked his arm, letting him know I wasn't upset. I slid his cock out of me and cleaned him off like usual, making sure his "gift" stayed inside. No words were exchanged as I pulled my panties up and laid back down next to him.

I hadn't gotten off, as I was too busy figuring out my predicament, and so I decided to rub myself through my boyshorts. Mike abruptly grabbed my hand and pulled it away from my panties.

"No," he said sharply. "I don't want you coming unless I'm inside of you."




Finding A New Purpose Ch. 03



"Why?" I said, not really caring about his answer. I was doomed to get no satisfaction from the night it seemed.

"Because you need to learn your place." And that's all he said before he drifted to sleep. I reached down to pull one of the sheets up that had fallen off the bed. After leaning back against him and putting his arm around me, I resigned myself to rest.

**

I awoke before Mike, and I got out of bed without stirring him. I wasn't sure if he wanted me sleeping in his bed, so I decided to just get up and get things ready for the day. Back in my room, I removed my panties and put them in a separate hamper from my regular clothes, like I did with all of my lingerie. The sun was just coming up by the time I had my bathtub full of steaming water. It was probably around six in the morning, which gave me a little over two hours until Mike left for work. 

Before I'd moved out of my house, I'd secretly taken lessons from my sister's shower. Making note of the different sorts of body washes, scrubs and what not that she used, and had bought similar ones when I'd moved into Mike's condo. In reality, I enjoyed my bathroom more than anywhere else in the flat, as it had quickly become my sanctuary. I took my time, enjoying the water as I lathered myself in the quite expensive soaps I'd purchased. They smelled fragrant, not overtly feminine, but enough for my tastes. Shaving took me a good bit of time, as it normally did, seeing as I shaved my entire body minus the lengthening hair on my head.

I thought about masturbating after I was finished, but remembered what Mike had said before falling asleep. 'Learn my place,' I repeated, not knowing what he meant. I decided not to touch myself, but I did put a finger inside myself before realizing that I was still full of sticky fluid and carefully pulled my finger back out. For some reason, it felt reassuring to know part of him was still inside of me. 'I bet his little guys are confused in there,' I chuckled to myself. 'At least it's warm, right boys?'

My fluffy white bathrobe was waiting for me when I stepped out of the hot water. I wrapped myself up in it and went back into my bedroom to collapse on my bed. 'I'm sure I'll get used to it. He may be rough sometimes, but I know he means well. Mike's just set in how things need to be done. There's nothing wrong with someone being the purely dominant partner right? That's what I'd wanted anyway back before all of this started.' I sighed to myself before getting up and deciding what to wear around the condo. 

I didn't need to go grocery shopping today. I had my menu planned out for the next two days and had already bought the ingredients yesterday when I picked up the roast. Today I would clean. With that decided, I didn't worry about picking 'outside' clothes since I wouldn't be leaving. None of the pieces in my panty drawer interested me though, as my collection wasn't very large.

'I'll ask Mike about Rachel's things when he wakes up, and I'll find something in there to wear.' So, while waiting, I decided to remain bare while I cooked breakfast and readied the rest of his lunch. The eggs were just finishing when I heard Mike getting dressed back in the master bedroom.

"Something smells good," he said as he walked up behind me. "Bacon and eggs? Can't go wrong with that." I pushed some eggs onto his plate on the counter and then mine. As he took his breakfast over to the table he reached down and pinched my ass. I jumped a little trying not to laugh and then joined him.

"Tastes good," Mike responded halfway through the meal. He was reading over the paper, though he was mostly interested in just the stocks he had been working with recently at his firm. "Thanks."

"It's nothing. Only took me ten minutes to cook up for you," I said. There wasn't much on my plate. Only some eggs. I had taken to not eating much and just relying on juices and shakes mostly. It made it easier to clean myself later on down the road. Just something I'd gotten used to subconsciously.

"I meant thanks for last night. I really needed that," he said folding the paper and setting it down next to his orange juice.

"Of course. I know you did," I admitted. Even though it hadn't been very enjoyable for me, I had some comfort knowing he needed it from me. He promised he'd make it up to me sometime. "By the way, before I forget. Is it alright if I get Rachel's.... things before you go to work? I couldn't find anything I wanted to wear."

"Are you saying you'll be home naked if I don't?" He was teasing me. I stuck my tongue out at him in return. "Careful with that thing. I know what you can do with it. Hahaha, her things are in the black dresser across from my bed."

I started getting up to clear the table before he stopped me. "It's alright if you sleep in my bed, but only when we have sex." he said. So, he had known that I slept next time him. Not that it surprised me, though, as I imagined it was pretty obvious that someone's keeping you warm during the night. It had actually been the first time I'd SLEPT with someone, and I found it most agreeable. It did make me sad that I could only sleep with him after sex, but I understood. I only nodded before continuing what I was doing.

Mike got ready for work and I met him at the door with his lunch. "I'll be home around five. Dinner will be ready right?" I was standing in front of the door stark naked. I hoped no one in the building walked by.

"Yeah, it will. Bye." I closed the door and made my way towards his room.

Excitement coursed through my veins as my curiosity painted vivid images of all sorts of lingerie awaiting me. Rachel hadn't had the largest cup size, so I hoped that some of her bras would fit me, as I'd never actually worn one before. I would have guessed Rachel had been maybe a B but I could have been wrong. I had a slight chest myself, nothing over an A but I definitely wasn't one hundred percent flat. The opportunity for bras hadn't come around until this moment seeing as Jessica, my sister who I'd taken my first lingerie from, sported a rather full D cup, which meant her bras would be no good for me.

When I reached the dresser, I searched the drawers, finding regular clothes, none of which seemed to interest me aside from the low cut spaghetti strap tanks she kept. 'They might look good with panties,' I said to myself as I searched for what I was really after. I found her panty drawer which was full of all sorts of typical undergarments and stockings. The drawer below it was even better though. Rachel had kept all her sexier pieces down there, and I found all sorts of babydolls, chemises, and the like. She really seemed to like the one piece tops that had matching G-strings and skimpy thongs, and seemed to dislike garter belts, as I only found one of those. That was alright though, because I had a few of them already but none of these other things.

I anxiously gathered up all of the lingerie, panties, bras, and the tank tops, and made several trips back to my room. I cleared out some of my regular clothes to make room for the large surplus of negligee I'd just received. By the time I was done, half of my dresser was full. It made me quite happy to have all these new things to wear. While I'd been moving Rachel's things, I had seen what I wanted to wear and set it out on Mike's bed and I ran back to his room so I could put it on. 

It was a rather revealing babydoll. It was white with black fluff around the edges. It was completely see-thru, including the bra portion, except for the thin straps that came down from the shoulders to hold it in place. The middle was open, which let the sides move around. A matching white and black lace G-string came with the babydoll. It was very small, and the crotch was V-shaped to make it more revealing. I was concerned that it wouldn't fit over my crotch, but when I pulled them on, my meager equipment just as easily disappeared. I sighed both in relief and disappointment. They looked sexy on me though, so that's what mattered. I slipped into the babydoll and decided to look at myself in the mirror in my room.

The way the baby doll flowed as I walked around in it was beautiful, and the material was very soft against my skin. I stood in front of the mirror and spun around several times to watch the fabric sashay across my torso. My ass was barely covered by the lingerie when I was standing straight up, and was exposed anytime I leaned forward or bent down, which I found incredibly sexy. 'Not like it's difficult for Mike to have access of me anyway.' I giggled at the thought.

I couldn't spend all day trying on my new lingerie, though I wished I could, since I had resolved to do cleaning like I'd promised. I found cleaning supplies under the kitchen sink, and I set about making a routine for myself. I'd try to clean every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, alternating between vacuuming and dusting (which seemed oddly seductive for some reason), cleaning the kitchen and bathrooms, and doing Mike's laundry and the bed linens. I could do the shopping for meals on Tuesdays and Saturdays, leaving work for Thursdays and Sundays. That also left me open to see my family on Sunday as well since work usually wouldn't take me more than a day.

The morning passed rather quickly, and I soon forgot that I was prancing around the flat practically naked. Luckily for me, the condo was on the eighth floor of the building, so no one on the street could see me through the windows, though there was an apartment complex across the street and there were probably peeping toms. That was okay though, I actually felt proud that maybe some of them watched me in the condo, wanking and cheering anytime I bent over.

Just in case, I walked over to the window and bent over slowly, my ass to all my imagined (and hopefully real) spectators. I stayed bent over for two whole minutes, trying to give a show before reaching back and spanking myself several times. I thought of all the possible no-names that might be pretending they were doing the spanking.

I ran off to the kitchen giggling all the while. It was time I started getting dinner ready anyway. I made myself something to eat, drink rather, and flipped through some old recipes. Dinner was just getting out of the oven when I heard Mike get in.

"I'm home," he called out to me, dropping his briefcase and hanging up his jacket.

"I'm in the kitchen!" I responded. I was attempting to reach grab wine glasses but couldn't reach them.

"Here." Mike reached up and grabbed them for me. "Want me to pour the wine?"

"Would you?" I asked gratefully. He went over to the table and poured some wine into the glasses. I noticed he poured a very full glass for me. "You know, you don't have to get me liquored up to sleep with you. Though it might help." I said laughing.

"I want all the help I can get," he said, and I felt him very close to me. "I always liked this outfit. I bought it for Rachel and she never wore it, let alone fucked in it."

I reached back and put my hand on the back of his neck, leaning to whisper in his ear, "You can fuck me all you want in it, just promise not to get rowdy and ruin my clothes." Mike responded by grinding his crotch into me a bit before smacking me on the ass.

"I think I'll definitely take you up on that right after dinner. The dishes can wait until morning for all I care." That sure put a jump in my step. He was already waiting at the table when I brought his dinner to him. I ate the vegetables I'd gotten for myself and eagerly awaited him to finish his meal as I drank the last of my glass of wine.

'Please, don't choke eating so fast. We've got all night to play,' I thought nervously as he barely chewed his food. "How is it?" 

"Wonderful as always, though, don't hold it against me if I'm not taking my time to enjoy it," He admitted in between bites. "I'm too busy thinking about enjoying something else." He winked. What a cheeky bastard. I could feel the wine getting to me and when he wasn't looking, I put a finger in my mouth and reached in between my legs, just waiting for him to take me. I was only up to two fingers by the time he set his fork down.

I stood up carrying my plate and the wine glasses over to the sink before coming back for his dishes. As soon as I had grabbed his plate, he jumped up and was behind me, startling me. I dropped the plate on the floor. "Oh no! I'm so sorry!"

"It's a plate, who cares," He said as he undid his belt behind me. "I can't keep my hands off you." An arm reached across the table in front of me and swept the remaining silverware onto the floor. At least I picked the wine glasses up before he smashed those, too. His hand forced me down onto the table and he pushed my legs apart. He didn't even take his pants off, just loosened his belt and opened them, freeing his rock hard manhood.

"You been thinkin' about me all day?" He asked as I felt him spit on my hole. I nodded and pulled my cheeks apart for him. "Well, that's a pretty obvious yes."

I was so ready for him. Before he had gotten home I'd fingered myself some and was happy that some of his semen was still there. After having played with myself under the dinner table, I was certain he would have no difficulties taking me right there.

Mike grabbed his cock and worked the head around in his spit around my hole and then started pushing into me. I let my ass open up quickly, not worrying about the pain of being stretched. Determination to learn to enjoy the way he fucked me let me throw my inhibitions out the window. A surge of pain went through my body but I accepted it. 'This is how I'm supposed to be fucked,' I told myself as the pain went away. His thrusts started out relatively hard, even for him. 

"You're so wet!" He exclaimed. It was true, but more importantly, it helped him out immensely with his unbridled fucking. He commended me a few more times, making me blush. I was enjoying it, making myself accept the pain as good. I even started moaning as he lifted my body off the table each time he pushed into me. 

I squealed nervously when I felt him pick me up into his arms with his large hands under my ass. My arms had to reach back and hold onto his forearms to keep my balance as he lifted me up and down. 

"Holy shit," I cried out. "And you thought I'M crazy?" Mike's laughter caused us both to shake. I wasn't expecting it when me slowed and settled me down on his cock and pulled his arms out. He reached an arm around in front of me to stop me from tipping forward, but I found myself a couple of inches off of the ground.

"What do you think about that?" He said proudly. I was literally impaled on his glorious tool. He was leaning back slightly, but all my weight was being held up by his huge penis alone. He just started laughing again when I tried to reach the ground on my tippy-toes. "Looks like you're stuck."

I giggled in response. It must have been a funny site. Impressive on his part, but funny nonetheless. He turned around and worked his way up to the counter, carrying me with his crotch. Finally, he picked me back up off of his dick and set me down on the ground. I turned around and play shoved him, though he hardly moved. His fingers twirled above my head, and I turned back around for him.

"Bar stool," he said. I got up on the bar stool in front of me, letting my ass hang over the edge. I leaned forward, pulling my babydoll up farther and making my ass stick out obediently for him. "What an incredible sight. This is definitely what I'll jerk to if you happen to not be around to do it for me." And with that he let his cock search around my ass, looking for its hole. It was amusing to me when he did it like this, not holding his cock in his hand to make it easier. He had already put his hands where they felt like they always belonged. His throbbing member's allies were placed firmly on my hips waiting to start.

He of course found my tunnel, and eased it nice and slowly all the way in until it had disappeared inside of me. My toes curled in anticipation for what he was about to do. I placed my hands on my cheeks, his hands still holding me, as my butt rest against his hairy crotch. He started rolling his hips without moving his cock in and out, probing all around inside of me. I tried holding out, but I felt my legs shaking as he brought me so close to making a sticky mess in my new lingerie, but he left me there to savor it. When he had taken my virginity, he had claimed he knew how to drive me wild, and boy did he.

"I told you I'd make last night up to you," Mike said. "I'm going to keep doing this 'til you get those cute panties of yours nice and wet." If he kept talking like that, his job would be done in a matter of seconds. Instead, he just leaned back and continued his motions. It was like he knew exactly when to slow down to stop me from exploding. The cycle repeated itself for several minutes, making me feel light-headed from so much pleasure. 

"This is why you don't touch yourself unless I'm inside of you," He whispered into my ear. "Soon, you'll only come if my strong cock lets you." The fact that he was taking complete control over my body set fireworks off inside me, and a knot started forming in my stomach. It was then that he slid his hands up from my hips and started playing with my nipples.

"It's a good thing I only fuck you in the ass since I'm never going to wear a rubber when I want to touch you," He said in a serious tone. "Otherwise you'd definitely get pregnant from how much of my cum I plan to put inside you." His words were flooding my brain, seeping into the ecstasy rushing through my body. "Or is that something you want to happen? Is that why you make so sure to keep all of me in when I finish?"

I had just naturally assumed he wanted me to leave his sticky loads in my ass any time we fucked, but he was making it out that it was because I wanted to. Didn't I though? It didn't make any sense but it felt like that's the way it should be. What had started out as 'don't spill on the bed' had definitely become something bigger, as I found myself carrying it around inside me, beaming with pride all day earlier.

"So?" He asked, bring me back up to the edge again. "Do you..." he groaned out. "Do you wish I'd get you pregnant?"

"Yes..." I barely managed to whisper under my breath, but I'm sure he had heard me. He'd pushed me off the edge of the cliff and I was floating upwards. It didn't have to make sense. Of course I couldn't get pregnant, but he made it feel like that's what his cock was doing inside of me; planting his seed. I felt his hands running amok across my body as he started fucking me relentlessly as I continued to writhe under his touch.

"Maybe," He grunted. "Maybe if I fuck you enough, you just might," He was struggling to speak, lost in the passion of seducing my very core and ramming himself into my loose hole. "My child might grow right here inside you." His powerful hands started rubbing my tummy as if there were a wonderful treasure hidden within my body.

"I want you," I said, catching my breath from my monumental exertion. "I want you to come deep inside me. That's what I want to do for you." He clutched my hips, digging his fingers in harshly as he shook, crushing his cock into my hole. I tried to clench for him but there was nothing left in me, but he knew he didn't need it. With each spasm, he pushed as far as he could, coating my insides, pretending he was giving me his child. Mike groaned, his voice cracking from the strength of the moment.

His body slumped over mine, glistening with sweat. We were both panting uncontrollably, trying to recover even the slightest bit of coherence. I brought my face close to his ear. "I've never felt that good before. I won't ever come like that again without your big, hard cock inside of me."

"The way it should be," Mike replied. He was still hard inside me, and he decided to carry me off to his bedroom. The dishes would wait until morning.



Finding A New Purpose Ch. 04



** Note: This story is purely fictional. All characters and actions they perform are fictional as well. **

*

Several weeks passed, and Mike and I began settling into a bit of a routine. There was no way we could have sex every night, especially seeing how much it took out of me. I would wake up in his bed, still dizzy from what happened every time we fucked. Most times, he was rough with me, but I had come a long way in enjoying it. I'd feed into it, talking dirty to him and letting him toss me around on the bed however he wanted. But other times, he became incredibly passionate, which is when he'd take care to make me come extremely hard before depositing himself inside and I would tell him that one day I'd have a beautiful baby for him. However he decided to touch me though, we always made sure that nothing came out, keeping up our charade.

One morning, I woke up physically distraught when I'd fallen asleep with his cock still inside of me. It had come out while we slept and I awoke to a wet pool below me. I felt somewhat crazy because of it, but he just held me and said it was fine. It was an odd situation between us. We never really did anything emotional outside of our somewhat strange sex life and our imagined attempts of trying to conceive (which we made seem very real), but it didn't really bother me. I had a purpose outside of my regular job that took me trivial amounts of time during the week.

I was there to satisfy him, and in doing so, I satisfied myself. Any morning after a night we didn't have sex, he enjoyed having me give him one of my blow jobs he absolutely loved, before making breakfast. And that was the extent of our routine. I stayed home mostly, working around the flat in lingerie, waiting for him to get home so we could sit down to dinner. Then we'd watch a movie or TV, or sometimes play games. Late in the evening he would decide if he would take me to bed with him or not. It was familiar, and very comfortable.

Late one Thursday evening when I was cleaning up dinner, I overheard Mike talking on the phone to one of his fellow brokers at the firm about some bitch of a woman who was trying to accuse my man of swindling her. Apparently she was causing all sorts of hell for Mike at the office. He sounded upset when he hung up the phone and didn't mention anything to me. We went to sleep in separate beds.

That following morning, I climbed into his bed like I usually did to give him a blowjob, but he said he wasn't in the mood. I was hurt, but I just got up and cooked breakfast. He didn't say much, just went over notes before taking his lunch from me at the door. "I might be home late, Alexis," He said, closing the door behind him without so much as a goodbye. Alexis was his name for me when we were alone, which he'd started using after the time he fucked me and asked if I wanted him to get me pregnant. 

I wasn't blind to how stressed out he was. I figured that whatever was supposed to happen with this woman was happening today, which is why he pushed me out of his bed earlier. Despite being stressed, I was determined to fix it when he got home, so I set about getting ready. I finished my normal cleaning routine and skipped my usual show in front of the window. One day I had stopped to look around at the windows across the street and noticed that any time I was cleaning, one window, which always had blinds down, would open slightly. He, or she, was my consistent peeping tom, and I enjoyed performing for whoever it was. Not today though.

Dinner was something that could be served cold so I could prepare it and leave it on table and wait for him, which I did before getting myself dressed. I had been saving an outfit for such an occasion, and I found it hidden at the bottom of one of my many lingerie drawers. It was set out on my bed before I headed into my sanctuary to clean myself up. After these several months of shaving my body, I'd become quite adept at it, and my hair hung down loosely past the bottoms of my ears. I could pull it off as a grungy look when I went in public, but at home I knew how to style it to have a feminine look. 

I did my hair in the bathroom and walked back to my bed to start dressing. It was the sexy, slutty, black number that I'd ordered about a month ago and had patiently been waiting to wear for him. I started by putting the smooth garter belt around my waist and then the matching bra. The bra had "torn" fish nets that hung down around my waist a few inches. My legs slipped into the matching thigh-high fish net stockings and clipped onto the garter belt. It had come with panties, but I decided to leave those out of the outfit, and rolled these sexy little fishnet sleeves onto my forearms that stopped right before my elbows. They even had rings that slid onto my middle fingers to stop them from moving up my arms.

The last piece was what did it in. I had to go to the mirror to make sure I got it on right without damaging it. It was a very tight black choker with a small bell on the front of it. Looking in the mirror, the outfit just screamed 'slutty,' which was the look I was going for.

It was nearly seven thirty and Mike still wasn't home, but that was alright. I wasn't completely ready. Dinner was all done and ready for him, and so was I once I got myself into position. I got on the floor a few feet inside the door and got on my knees, my back facing towards it. I rest my face on the floor with my ass high in the air, making sure my little manhood was tucked away so it wasn't visible, even without panties on. Just my bare, slutty hole. And so I waited. 

Every time I heard someone walk down the hall my heart started racing and I began getting giddy just imagining the look on my man's face when he stepped through that door. After what felt like an eternity, I heard a key turning in the lock.

"I'm ho-" He started saying before stopping dead in his tracks. His hand was still on the door knob as he held it wide open.

"Dude! Whoa!" I heard a teenage boy who lived down the hall yell out as he walked past our condo and was stopped in his tracks too by the sight of a women bent over, obediently waiting for her man. It took everything in me to not laugh at his reaction, and I just responded by swaying my ass from side to side a bit.

"Well, aren't you going to come in and tell me how your day was?" I asked innocently.

Mike swiftly turned around to grin at the boy standing behind him, saying "Talk about lucky," before stepping inside and shutting the door.

"What's all this?" He said genuinely before tossing his overcoat in the corner. The lock on the door was double checked.

"I heard about work today. You were talking to Andrew on the phone last night about that woman at the firm. It didn't take much to realize how stressed you were." I hadn't moved from my position on the floor. Surprisingly, his pants were still on. He was marveling at me on the floor, taking it all in.

"So," I said. "I'm your reward for making it through the day. You get to take your frustration out on me, and since I couldn't do my job this morning, I bet you've been horny all day. Haven't you?"

"You sure got that right," Mike blurted out. "You look so incredibly sexy, I don't even know where to start. And here you are, lying at my feet telling me, I can do whatever I want. How long have you been waiting like this?"

"I put supper on the table and waited for you patiently on the floor for about an hour I think. I'm not sure though, I was going to stay until you walked through the door." I was being honest.

"Fuck, I just want to ravage you. You look like my own personal hooker lying there like that."

"Why the hell are your pants still on?" I asked, confused.

That snapped him out of his trance. He reached down, wrapping his arms around my waist as he picked me up and led me into the kitchen. I was set down next to the island. "Get on your knees and suck my dick, now." Mike said sternly.

"Anything for you," I said, looking up at him angelically as I sunk to the floor. My hands wrapped around his pants after undoing his belt and yanked them to the floor. It took some effort because he was so hard, his boxers caught on his unwavering tool. He just LOOKED strong standing there over me.

"I missed you," I whispered into his crotch, running my hand along the shaft as I licked his balls. Time wasn't wasted though. No way was I making him wait as I quickly engulfed him between my lips. Mike started rocking his hips back and forth, and I stayed still, letting him fuck my mouth. It felt like I was in some porn film.

I panicked when he picked me up in his arms. He spun me around so I was upside down, my face placed back in his crotch. Muffled cries came out of my mouth, stuffed by him again, as I felt him licking my ass. It was surprising that he could hold me there like that with seemingly little effort. Mike still worked out daily though, taking a two hour lunch every day to go to the gym. 

"Get back on your knees," he said, setting me down on the floor after a few minutes. I did as he commanded, and he put his hands on the back of my head. My mouth was pulled onto his dick, as he forcefully started humping me again. My lungs gasped for air every time I was able to breathe, and soon, he was pushing himself down my throat. The angle was difficult, so I scooted myself back and leaned forward on my hands so I could stretch my neck correctly. I was looking up at him now.

"Show me that pretty little face of yours." he said. I batted my eyes at him, his cock disappearing and reappearing between my lips. It had always made me glad that I could fit his cock in my mouth. He was large, which was no understatement, and the first time I had touched his cock, I had worried that I wouldn't physically be able to open my mouth enough for it. But I got lucky, and I could stretch my jaw enough for him to slide in, enough to where my teeth were out of the way.

I gagged when he pushed all the way in and held himself there. The unexpectedness had caught me off guard, and he looked at me down quizzically. It had been a long time since I'd gagged on him. I just closed my eyes and focused on him, massaging his cock with my throat as he rest inside me.

"I never get," he gasped. "never get tired of that." Mike pulled his cock out so I could breathe before shoving himself back in, gag-free this time. I felt him tensing up as I worked myself expertly. I reached up with one of my hands to play this his balls as he started coming down my throat. Every once in awhile, he would come in my mouth where I got to enjoy the taste of his juices, but normally I had to accept the fact that he loved coming when I deep-throated him. Quite a large amount of liquid trickled down my throat for several seconds before he pulled out.

Coughing, I stood up and grinned at him. I felt his hands grab my ass as he pulled me against him. Mike held me there against his hard cock as I put my hands on his chest. "I'm definitely going to enjoy your body tonight," he said, making me laugh. I was happy that he liked what I'd done for him. "Let's get a quick bite to eat," he said before spanking my bare ass and pushing me towards the table. I sat down across from him and quickly picked at my food. Our plates were finished in record time as he jumped up from the table staring at me.

I held his gaze. A grin spread across his face as I laughed and took off running down the hall. "You better run!" he shouted as I heard his footsteps pound the floor behind me as he followed. I made a straight line for the master bedroom. The door was slammed shut before I threw myself on his bed. My body was stretched out along his bed, waiting for his touch by the time he tossed the door open.

"Oops," I winked at him. "Looks like you caught me." A sly smile looked down at me as I spread my legs open for him. "You going to give it to me? I sure have been bad..." I trailed off as my hand reached down to start playing with myself.

He snapped his fingers and pointed as he got on the bed, his sign for wanting my butt in the air waiting for him. I rolled over onto my knees as I heard him spit in his hand and rub it on my entrance. A sharp smack landed on my right ass cheek, followed by intense pain when he shoved his cock all the way inside of me. I screamed out in torment, tears bursting from my eyes from the shock.

Tonight was 'special.' While I had gotten myself ready, I had actually used some lubrication. Normally I hated using it, preferring to just let myself naturally work until he slid easily around inside of me. But not tonight. Tonight I made sure not to help open myself at all, but rather made sure I was completely wet in case he wanted to be rough. It was a smart choice on my part.

"Goddamn are you tight!" He said. My ass was resisting his every motion. The pain was more intense than anytime he had fucked me before. I was sobbing loudly, crying out each time he pushed. I wanted it this way though. Work had broken him down, and I had to make sure he knew he was still in control of his home. He was hesitant to keep going, so to ease his worry, I reached back and pulled my ass apart for him. He realized that I wanted the pain tonight.

"Alright then, I'll show you rough," He chuckled in that dark voice he had when he felt like dominating me. He started spanking me each time before his massive invader plowed back into me.

"You're hurting me!" I said, crying into one of the pillows. My cheeks burned horribly and my body was still resisting him. I tried squirming away but he grabbed me by the hips and forced me into his crotch.

"This is how bad little girls are supposed to be touched!" He yelled as he slid his fingers under my garter belt and continued send searing pain through my body.

"It hurts!" I said between sobs. "I didn't mean to be bad!" I pleaded with him, not because I wanted him to stop, but so he felt like he was taking what he wanted from me.

"Too late for apologies! You knew you'd been bad, that's why you were on your knees waiting for me when I got home isn't it?" Mike was relishing what he was doing.

"Yes, I was waiting. Waiting for you." I said, trying to block the pain from my mind and open myself for him.

"That must have been why you're so wet, right? I bet you were touching yourself all day thinking about my cock. You know the rules."

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make a mess in my panties! I thought about you fucking me and I couldn't stop!" I had always respected my role in his home, and never actually allowed myself to come unless he was inside of me. It had been so long since I'd masturbated normally, I wasn't even sure I could get myself off anymore without him. But I fed into his fantasy.

"I want you to punish yourself on this nice big cock!" He pulled himself out reluctantly and lay back on the bed. My arms were grabbed forcefully as he pulled me onto his lap. "Fuck yourself."

I straddled his hips and reached back for his penis before sitting back and guiding him to my still tight hole. Cries of protest came from me as I pushed hardly against him. He popped back inside of me, a surge of pain shooting to my brain. "I'll never do it again!"

"Don't lie to me!" His hand landed soundly on my ass. One of the clips on my garter belt dug into me. "Bad girls always touch themselves!"

"I want to obey! I don't want to be punished anymore!" I started fucking myself, desperately telling my tunnel it was okay for him to be there. The bell on my neck started chiming away as I bounced up and down.

"Sure looks to me that like you enjoy being disciplined," He said as he dug his nails into my back. I was pretty sure I was going to have marks left for a few days, a pleasant reminder for him.

"I do!" I screamed out. "I love punishing myself on your cock!" I said it loud enough that I was sure the neighbors could hear it next door.

Mike reached up with his hand and grasped my new bra in the middle of my chest. Ripping sounds filled my ears as I felt the clasp on my back break. Oh was I pissed. He'd gone too far now. Who did he think he was to rip up my expensive lingerie I bought to wear for HIM? I stopped fucking him, silencing my sobs and glared at him.

"Who told you to stop?" I asked. My gaze didn't break from him.

"Who told you to rip my clothes?" I was being serious. That bra had cost me over fifty dollars.

"This old thing? It was already ripped!" He tried to defend himself.

"It's supposed to look that way! Don't play dumb!" He had never seen me wear that bra before, and it obviously wasn't one of Rachel's old things. I started getting out of his lap.

"Fucking hell! Why the fuck does it matter so much?" Mike was getting angry.

"Because! I bought it to wear for you! I knew you had a rough day at work so I got myself ready for YOU when YOU got home. Then you go and rip something I bought to make me feel special." I was trying not to cry as I made my way to the edge of the mattress.

"Look, I didn't know, dammit!" I felt him grab my arm and stop me from getting out of his bed. "Come back here."

I turned around and stared at him in a way that could kill. "We're finishing what you started." He tugged me back into his lap. I smacked him in the chest trying to make him know how pissed I was. He didn't hit me back, just grabbed my hips so I couldn't get off of him. Defiantly, I pulled my fishnet sleeves off and threw them towards the door before grabbing him and putting him back in me. He let go of my hips. I made sure to relax myself so he got no satisfaction from me being tight for him. I pulled the sheets up around my ass and over my legs so he couldn't see any more of my lingerie. All that was left visible was my choker, the bell clinking as my body moved against his.

He didn't dare put his hands on me, because he knew I'd hit him again. I put my hands on his chest and leaned forward. My body stopped moving as I just lift my ass up and down on his cock while staring in his eyes coldly. The bell stopped making any sound, and all that I could hear was my breathing and the sound of my butt hitting his crotch. I could see in his face that he was about to cum, and with anger as my motivation, I kept fucking myself, trying to get it over with.

Right as I felt he was about to empty himself inside me, he did something unthinkable. He pushed me backwards onto the bed and quickly sat on my chest. I fought against him with all my might, as I didn't know what he was doing. And then I felt it. A hot, wet sensation on my face. I gasped and looked at him in horror. Another stream landed on cheek and lips. I waited until he'd stopped until I dared speak.

"You bastard," I started crying. He said nothing, only looked down at me. "How could you think of even doing something like that? What if tonight had been the night?!" He knew what I meant. We'd been trying for months, unsuccessfully. I quietly wept as he got off of me and went to the living room. When I stopped myself, I solemnly went to my bathroom to clean off my face, grabbing my sleeves and the torn bra as I left his room. 

I undressed and climbed into my bed, hiding under the covers. Mike could hear me sobbing as he watched TV.

I awoke to Mike picking me up out of my bed. My eyes hung heavily as I put my head on his shoulder as he carried me down the hall. By the time he settled me into his bed, I was moderately awake. He quietly lifted the sheets and got in, pulling me against his body. I was still angry at him, but too tired to fight. His limp member pressed against my naked body, but thankfully he didn't want sex.

"What about Jill?" He asked softly, his head resting against mine.

"What?" I was trying to fall back asleep.

"I like the name Jill," he said. 

I was taken aback. "You want to name her Jill if I have a girl?"

"Yeah... I bet she would be as pretty as you, too."




Finding A New Purpose Ch. 04



His kind words made it difficult to stay mad. "Can we name him Conner, after your grandfather, if it's a boy?"

"Whatever you want. I'm sorry about tonight. I shouldn't have done that too you." I started crying again, relieved to hear him say that. He held me tightly as I fell asleep.

**

Three Months Later:

"I'm taking the day off tomorrow," Mike said while we were eating dinner. "It's my day to treat you to nice things and spend money on you."

I didn't quite understand what he meant. We had never really gone out in public during the five or so months that we'd lived together. Sure we had gone out to do simple things, but, I was always Alex outside these walls. 

"I'll go shopping with you or whatever. I don't mind sitting outside dressing rooms as long as I get to have an opinion on what I like on you."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Uhm, your birthday? Hello?" He started pretending that he was shouting, but only mouthing words like I was deaf.

"Oh! Duh... It's already my birthday?" Honestly, I had completely forgotten about it.

"Yeah, it's definitely the twenty third of September today. That or the editors of the paper really fucked up," Mike said, laughing. "Plus, come on! You don't have any nice dresses or anything. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen you in one. Not that I don't mind. You look sexy enough as it is. And it's pretty easy to knock boots with you, dressed the way you are around the condo, eh?"

I spit out the water I was drinking as I cracked up laughing. "Suppose that's true enough," I responded, trying not to cough. "You really want to go shopping with me?" The only times I'd been out dressed as a woman was when I'd go to the grocery store. Even then, I rarely did it. He was right though. There were no dresses hanging up in my closet, or any feminine clothes for that matter. I only wore tight jeans and spaghetti strap tops, but it was definitely starting to get too cold to even wear that, so shopping sounded most excellent.

"It's only one day. I think I can survive." I went on making plans on what I wanted to do, and the different stores I wanted to look through. Only after I rattled off a few, did I realize something.

"I've... never actually worn a dress?" It felt quite odd. I'd worn a huge arrangement of lingerie and undergarments, yet, not once had I worn a dress. I remembered back to when Mike had asked if I'd wear a french maid dress while I cleaned and I'd shunned the idea, but now, it felt more strange not to want to.

"Well, it makes it pretty impossible to take you out anywhere, that's for sure." Boy was I stupid. This was the first time he made it apparent that he wanted to take me out in public with him. I bet he had never asked because I never gave the impression that I wanted him to. 

"Why haven't you said anything until now?" I asked, sounding offended. It wasn't really my fault that he hadn't offered before I suppose.

"I didn't think you would be comfortable doing it," He replied, in his sheepish 'I didn't want to upset you' voice. 

"I have gone out, you know. Not in anything too girly, but I've gone out. To the store and what not when you aren't here. I guess I never actually told you about it. I'm sorry," I apologized.

"You know, if I take you out with me, I'll end up showing you off, right?" he said and I blushed and looked down at my food.

"Why would you do something like that?" I asked.

"Because your hot?" he responded. It was hard not to laugh when he started grinning and nodding his head like a little kid at a candy store.

"Fine. But you're going to be a gentlemen and pay for my clothes right?" I grinned and nodded back at him in a similar manner.

"Of course. It's your birthday after all."



Finding A New Purpose Ch. 05



** Note: This story is purely fictional. All characters and actions they perform are fictional as well. 

Also, this is a slightly longer chapter. The reason why is because it's leading up to a rather intense scene in the next one that could qualify for several different categories, but I'll leave it in this one so it's easy to find.

**

I woke up in my own bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes before making my way to my bathroom to get ready for the day like I normally did. Quick shower, shave my legs and face, brush my teeth, get dressed (if you could call it that), and started walking down the hall towards the master bedroom, yawning most of the way. The door creaked open as I quietly slipped inside, trying not to wake Mike. 

Obviously I was out of it, because when I got into his bed and reached for him, I found my hand stuck in a pillow. It took me a second to realize he'd stuffed his bed to make it look like someone was there. Throwing the sheets off of me, I shuffled my way out of the room and down the hallway in my slippers and a skimpy nightie. 

"THAT'S what you're wearing to shop in?" Mike said as I walked into the dining room.

I gazed around confused, "Huh? Why are you up already? And why did you stuff pillows in the bed?"

"I decided to make breakfast," He motioned towards the table. There was a bowl of cut up fruit, a box of cereal, and milk. Not much in terms for breakfast, but then again he didn't cook like I did. 

"Thank you," I said, taking my seat across from him. "Wait, shop? I did the grocery shopping yesterday."

"You can be quite dense sometimes. Or forgetful. One of the two." He shook his head and picked up the paper. "Birthday. Ringing any bells?"

"Why do I keep forgetting? I thought I was in the wrong condo when I saw food on the table that I hadn't prepared."

"Glad to know I'm appreciated around here," he said under his breath.

"Oh come on, you know what I meant. It's just unexpected! You do more than enough for me around here." I winked when he bent the paper down to look at me.

"You just like me for my body," he teased.

"That's my line, mister," I said as I got up from the table with my bowl and walked over to grab his so I could put them in the sink. "You know I'm right," I said as I slowly turned around in circles next to him. The paper folded down again so he could look at me. 

"Ehh... Yeah, I keep you around for that sexy butt of yours." He pinched my behind through the nightie, as I headed off into the kitchen, giggling. 

"Seriously though, you need to go put something on and do your hair up because I want to leave sometime this century. You're the one that has to go to all these different shops. You realize one of them his halfway across the city, right?" Mike said as I came back for the milk.

"It's not socially acceptable to walk around hanging off your arm while wearing this?" I replied sarcastically.

"Sometime this century, please?" he said again, going back to his paper.

I went back into my room to get dressed for a second time. The nightie I had been wearing was folded and put back in its place in my dresser before I sorted through what 'regular' clothing I had left. I decided on a pair of tight, low-cut jeans and a white tank top. It was about all I had in terms of feminine clothes, though hopefully not for long. I considered not wearing any panties but since I was going to be trying clothes on all day, I pulled a white thong up around my waist. It was shaped to look like a large butterfly (or small butterfly rather, since the crotch of the panties was quite meager) in the front. They were one of the first things I'd taken from my sister.

I put a simple white bra on. The bra was only an A-cup, but it was padded to make me appear more like a B. It was nice that Mike enjoyed more petite breasts, but I wanted to make myself look a bit more shapely up top since I was going out into public with him. I put the rest of my normal clothes on and went to the mirror in my bathroom to fix my hair.

Over the past several months, I had let my hair grow longer, until it had come down to about the length of my chin. It was just short enough that I could pass it off well enough when I had to go into the office or visit my family. No one seemed to notice it as being odd or anything, which made my life a lot easier. When I wanted to though, I could do it up in this nice, tousled look that most women wished they had. It looked good with my dark brown hair that I'd streaked with red highlights. I sprayed my hair after I was done to help it keep its shape as I took clothes on and off during my shopping.

The hairspray made me cough. I could never understand why most hairsprays smelled horrid, and this one was no different. I stuck my tongue out in disgust and decided to mask it with a light perfume I wore occasionally. Mike always said he loved the way it made me smell.

"I'm ready, and it's still the twenty-first century!" I yelled down the hall as I grabbed my phone and keys off of the table by my door and set them in my bag that I put on my shoulder. It was small and unassuming. Large purses just bothered me. Not to mention they looked like suitcases, in my opinion.

"Yeah well, it's still getting late. We better get going." He was already standing in the door way holding it open, waiting for me to go past him. 

**

"Should I try the red one on first, or the blue?" I asked from inside the dressing room.

"It doesn't matter, you're going to try both on either way," Mike said, his face buried in his hands. "Remind me not to do this again."

"Hey, bud, you offered to do this for my birthday. Remember? All you," I said, pulling a nice summer dress on. It had pretty red chrysanthemums printed on it. The other dress hanging on the door had some blue-ish lavender flowers on it that I didn't recognized. The color was beautiful, and would match my ocean colored eyes well, so I had grabbed it to before dragging Mike back to a bench designed for suffering men to sit on.

I stepped out and twirled in front of him before asking him what he thought. "It's alright I guess, I liked the blue one more." Mike muttered. I sighed loudly before heading back in to change. 

"You could have said that before I put the red one on you know." I hung the dress up on the hook and grabbed the one with the blue flowers. The fabric was softer on my skin than the previous one, not to mention it was shorter.

"You still would have tried it on," he said in an annoyed tone. 

I came out again and twirled for him, hoping the dress would gain his approval. "Better," was all he said. I put my hands to my sides and stomped my foot. "What? I just figured you'd be trying on sexier dresses. Don't get mad at me; I'm the one paying for all this stuff, anyway. At least that dress is shorter than the other ones.

"Good, 'cause I want this one," I said from inside the changing room. After putting my bra and top back on, I pulled up these nice khaki capris pants that I'd bought earlier in the day. I carefully hung the blue dress back on its hanger and dragged Mike to the cash register of the fourth store we'd been too. He begrudgingly handed the women behind the register his card before turning around and leaning against the counter.

"Don't mind him," I said to the woman who smiled at me as she placed my new dress in a bag. "He CHOSE to go shopping with me." We both laughed and Mike started heading for the door.

"Don't remind me," he sighed as I caught up.

"No worries," I said as I walked next to him. "We get to do the exciting stuff now." 

"Exciting stuff? Shoes again? You already got three pairs." He put his hands in his pockets. I put my arm around his as he said, "Why the hell do heels cost so much?"

"Oh stop it," I said, slapping his arm.

"You aren't the one who's spent like, five hundred dollars in the past three hours."

"But, I'm worth it right?" I asked, trying to sound innocent. "Plus, the next place has this cute little cocktail dress." I emphasized the 'little' part.

"Well, we're definitely getting warmer then."

Mike drove us to my next destination and found a parking garage close by. It was one of those underground ones, that always seemed dark no matter how much lighting they put in. They just felt eerie. I found my self clutching Mike's arm and holding myself next to him closely as we walked back up to the street. He felt safe.

We walked into the clothing store and headed up to the second floor, which was the women's section. I quickly explained to a nearby clerk what I was looking for, and she led me to it as I dragged a more reluctant man behind me. The clerk left after showing me to the section where the dresses that I was looking for were. As I searched for it, Mike looked through the dresses too, pointing out recommendations he liked.

"You can pick one and I'll try it on for you, but that's it," I said, shaking my finger. "Here we go." I'd found the dress I was looking for. It was a sleeveless black cocktail dress. I hadn't been kidding when I'd said it was little. Personally, I thought it qualified more as a miniskirt, but it had been advertised as a cocktail dress. It was open in the back, revealing down to the small of the back where it folded several times, giving it the impression it had fallen down. The front was a bit more modest, though, it revealed a good bit of neckline, but it wasn't meant to show off a bust.

"I only get to pick one? What about two?" He started begging. I shook my head in my hand. Figures I bring him to this section and he's the one that wants to keep picking out things.

"Only one. You can buy me another one later." I grabbed two of the same dress. 'Ha, I'm actually buying myself a little black dress,' I mused whimsically to myself.

"I'm not sure if I should try a size two or just go with the three. The two looks like it might be a bit tight. I'll just try them both I guess." I was talking to myself out loud. Mike overheard me as he walked over carrying another dress.

"Just put on the two, it will show you off better," he whispered behind me, pulling my hair to the side and nibbling at my ear. I responded by pushing him back and grabbing the dress out of his hands.

"Hope this is your choice, 'cause this your pick that I'm putting on," I said, heading towards the dressing room. This time, I didn't have to drag him. He followed me eagerly.

Once inside I started undressing myself. After I pulled my tank and jeans off, I folded them and set them in the chair behind me. As I unclasped my bra, I realized the only hook in the room was on the door where I had placed the the dresses. In all of the other stores, I had been putting my underwear on one of the spare hooks. I just shrugged as I hung them over the wall separating my room from the one next to it. 

"I'm putting mine on first," I said loudly, making sure Mike heard me.

"Hey, Mike!" The voice sounded familiar. It was coming from outside of the dressing room where Mike was sitting. I continued getting dressed.

"Oh uh. Hey, Jessica." He said her name loudly. "What are you doing here?"

All I really heard was 'Jessica.' I started panicking. 'Oh shit!' I sat down on my clothes and pulled my legs up, hoping she wouldn't notice anyone in the stall just a few feet away from her. I hadn't even thought about what I'd do if I ran into anyone that knew me, and here was my sister, talking to Mike.

"I could ask you the same..." She said, looking at him strangely. "You realize this is the women's dressing room, right?"

"Ha, oops. I get lost in big stores like this." He was trying to get himself out of the awkward situation. Failing miserably at it, too.

"Right... Hey I heard about you and Rachel. You get over it yet?"

"Yeah, I guess. I have been occupying myself with other things." That was for sure.

"Ah. You could have called me you know. I would have gladly helped you get over her." That slut! Had she seriously just said that?

Mike coughed, "Uh, thanks but, I think Alex would be pretty damn pissed about that." I was pissed already!

"Probably would be," She chirped. "You waiting for someone? I heard someone talking in the dressing room but the other stall is empty."

She had gotten Mike. His earlier excuse was pretty pathetic. "Oh right, yeah. Just a friend of mine. She asked me for her opinion on something," He said nervously trying to cover for himself.

"Well, that's nice of you." I heard her make her way into the other stall. Jessica shut the door hard and she started getting undressed. Great. My sister was getting naked right next to me and here I was, wearing a dress. I prayed she had lots of things to try on so I could get out before she finished. Or maybe I could wait long enough for her to leave? No, that wouldn't work, Mike had told her he was helping his friend who was trying on clothes.

I had started getting out of the dress before I came to a horrifying realization. My bra and panties had fallen into her stall when she slammed the door. What could I do? She would notice any second. I couldn't just run off. It would raise suspicions on her part, leaving without my underwear, and I doubted I could get dressed fast enough. And if I left wearing the dress, one of the clerks would stop me from walking off wearing their merchandise. I pulled the dress up.

"Oh, oops. You dropped something over here," I cringed when she said that. She wasn't speaking very loudly, and I doubted Mike could hear. "Oh hey! I used to have panties like these. I really liked them, but they disappeared."

'Shit, shit, shit!' I kept saying to myself. Adrenaline was coursing through me from the panic.

"Yeah, I never found out where they walked off to. I think my brother stole them. Here." I saw her hand holding them over the wall for me.

"Boys will be boys." I forced myself to laugh, and it came out terrible. I snatched MY undergarments from her grasp.

"Still, that's weird," She said as I heard her putting clothes on. "So you know that guy out there?"

'Be cool, she doesn't suspect anything yet.' "Oh, uh, yeah. He's a good friend of mine." I felt my voice shaking. Nerves were making it hard to focus on not letting my natural voice come through.

"Lucky. He's such a hunk! Have you two ever...?" She trailed off, trying not to giggle. I didn't know what to do. The urge to run kept forcing out any other thoughts.

"No. No." I lied to her.

"I bet he's great in the sack." This was my own sister! My little sister! Well, not really little anymore. She was eighteen, but that didn't matter! "Hey, does this look good on me?"

"Huh?" I said. 

Oh. Fuck.

Everything felt like it was going slow. I spun around and saw the knob on the stall door slowly turning and begin to open. I froze like a deer in headlights. My legs wouldn't move even though I screamed for them to run. Anywhere. I had to get out. Jessica stepped into the stall with her back to me, shutting the door lightly this time. My eyes widened in fear when she turned around.

She looked at me, confused, like she couldn't place me. I was pleading with God to not let her recognize me. My eyes looked away from her, as if she couldn't see me if I didn't see her.

"You... YOU!" she hissed under her breath. "I knew something was up! What. The FUCK?!" I was so busted. That was it. My life was completely over.

"Look at you! Dammit, I just knew it had to be you who stole my things!" I was breaking apart inside. She'd tell my parents. They would disown me. People would talk. 

"I... uh... I..." I couldn't get anything out. My mind couldn't even piece together a pointless excuse.

"My own brother. Right in front of me wearing a dress!" I heard her start laughing. It felt so... belittling. I looked down, but all I saw was her body in a pink and black miniskirt. To say it was revealing was an understatement. I tried not to, but the dress forced my eyes to her large breasts. The skirt was completely open down past her belly button, and the only thing keeping her tits from coming out was the thin piece of fabric holding the sides of the dress together under her bust line. Her tits were still very exposed. She looked like some slut that belonged in a club grinding against all sorts of guys in rhythm to the music.

I closed my eyes, shutting the image out of my mind, but I just came back to the thoughts about how my life was all over. Tears started forming in my eyes as I fought the urge to break down.

"Hahaha, aww, I didn't mean to make you cry." Her hands reached up to my face and wiped the tears out of my eyes. I braced myself for more ridicules. She put her hands around me and embraced me. I didn't know what she planned to do to me next. "Don't cry, you're alright."

"What?" I said, sniffling. What was going on?

"If I didn't know your face so well, I would have thought you were pretty sexy looking in that dress, if I do say so myself. Too bad you don't have much to fill out the rest of it," she laughed a bit as she leaned back and shook her tits a bit. I wasn't laughing.

"Don't mock me, I know what you're doing." I responded, bitterly.

"I don't think you do. You think I'm going to tell everyone that you dress up in girly things, right?" My eyes glared at her. Of course that's what she was going to do. My little sister always loved getting me in trouble and there probably wasn't anything worse than what she'd just discovered.

"Just knock it off and get a hold of yourself," she snapped. "I'm not going to do that, not to my own brother... er sister?"

"Don't mess around, it's not funny," I said, trying not to start crying again.

"I'm not! Look, here, I'll prove it. I slept with Meredith." She sounded serious.

"Meredith? Your best friend?" It was shocking news.

"Yeah, see? We all have secrets. Now you have something you could tell Mom and Dad, too. Please, don't though. Dad would be quite upset if he found out his little girl wasn't such a goody-goody."

"I've known that since you were fifteen," I said, trying not to smile. It seemed things might be okay after all.

"Oh really now? Well, no surprise you went snooping in my closet and found something years ago. I just can't believe you stole my lingerie!"

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I can buy you new things. I have more than enough money."

"No, it's alright. Though I am upset that you stole my favorite panties. What all did you take out of my closet?" That made me feel guilty. Not only had I messed with her things, I'd taken her favorite thong without even thinking twice.

"I only took a few things," I told her about the garter belt and other things, but not what I had used them for.

"Oh, I didn't even notice. But these I sure did." She held up the white, butterfly shaped thong.

"You can have them back if you want. Oh, and I also..." I stopped myself. 'Stop digging the hole deeper!' my mind yelled .

"You also what?" She waited for a response, putting the panties back.

"I also, umm." I didn't want to say it. "I used some of your... things."

"Some of my things? What thi-... No you didn't. Seriously!? You know what those are for right?!" She sounded horrified.

"Well, I... yeah. I'm sorry! I was curious!" 

"I put those... inside of me! Ah! What did you do with them?!" Was she being rhetorical?

"Uhh." I didn't know if she actually wanted the answer. "I uhh... I don't know?! The same things you do!"

"Gross! Did you even clean them off?!"

"Yes! Don't be dumb. I cleaned them off every time." I felt insulted.

"Every... time? How often would you do that?!" She sounded like she was getting mad.

"Look, I'm sorry okay? I didn't do it all that much, only before I would go over to Mike's." Wait, had I just said that?

"Before you went over to Mike's?" Jessica said it slowly, making sure she had heard me right. I was afraid she was putting two and two together. "Wait a minute. Why are you here with your roommate?"




Finding A New Purpose Ch. 05



"I'm just buying clothes!" At least I was being honest.

"Yeah, but why is HE here?" Her prodding was making me nervous.

"To help me pick stuff out," I didn't want her to figure it out.

"Why would he care? And why the hell would you use my dildos before hanging out with him...?" It was starting to click.

"Nothing. Just, nothing," I didn't know what to say in my defense. The evidence was piling high for the prosecution.

"Ho ho my God!" She hissed under her breath. "You've fucked him."

"I... What? No!" I looked away from her piercing eyes.

"It's all over your face! Oh my God! Don't lie!" Why was she getting so damn giddy? "So?!"

"So what?! Shuttup!" I fought the urge to push her.

"What was it like?! Holy shit. Oh wow. That's insane! Seriously, how was it?!"

"Be quiet! He's going to hear us!" I said putting my fingers over her mouth. "Why do you care?"

"You're joking right? That man out there... has fucked you... and you won't tell me what it's like?! Most women would kill for that!"

"Ugh, fine!" I said, giving in to her demands. "It takes getting used to."

"Getting used to? How often does he butter your muffin, anyway?"

I laughed at that one. "Don't call it that! And I don't know? Why would I count something like that?"

"Uh, maybe because you're sleeping with that guy. Out there. And what did you mean getting used to?!" She wasn't going to let me get away.

"Because!" I hissed back at her. "He's... Goddammit... Fine. He's got big feet."

"...How big?" Dammit, she wouldn't let up.

"I don't carry a ruler in my back pocket! Geez, I don't know. I can't fit my hand around him. Maybe like this?" I tried to guess at how long he was.

"And, you can take that?! Oh my God!" I blushed. "No wonder it takes getting used to. Geez! I wish I could find a man like that."

"Why, is that special or something?" I had never seen anyone elses cock aside from Mike's. Nothing to compare it to.

"Remember that guy Justin? Well, he's the largest I've been with, and he was probably about seven inches."

"Sounds like you've been around the block a few times." I said. Her honestly was a bit frightening.

"Shut it. I've only been with two guys and Meredith. Don't make me out as a whore, you whore." Jessica smacked me in the shoulder.

"What am I supposed to think when you say it like that?" 

"I don't know. Hey, umm, you should let me come back to your place with you two."

"What?!" I blurted out. "No way! Are you crazy?!"

"Hmm, I haven't checked in with dad in a few hours..." She looked over her shoulder.

"You can't do that! I'll tell them what you did!" I threatened back.

"Looks like we're at a stalemate. So, can I come over or not?"

"We aren't even done shopping. He took me out for my birthday."

"I'm the worst sister ever! Happy Birthday! Though I suppose this has been a stressful one for you. Me finding out your dirty little secret. Let me come over! Please?" There was no getting around it. She could go straight home and tell my parents if she wanted.

"Fine!" I gave up fighting with her. It was like arguing with a brick wall. A brick wall with tits.

She put her arm in mine and dragged me out of the dressing room towards the entrance were Mike was waiting. "What took you so long?" He looked up and his mouth opened wide. "I, uh, wait," he stuttered.

"Stop it, I know what you two have been up to," Jessica said to him. "My sister asked if I could tag along. We have a lot of catching up to do." Mike looked at me and I just shrugged at him with my face. "Doesn't she look cute in that dress?"

"Er... Yeah. I can see why she dragged me here."

"Ha. You seemed pretty eager to come to this store if I remember correctly," I quickly said in response. He started blushing, not knowing what my sister thought of the whole situation.

"Look, I'm not going to tell anyone about you two. I already gave her an assurance of that. You on the other hand..." I shoved her.

"Can we go, please? I want to just finish this trip so I can go home okay, Mike?" They both agreed, and we changed out of our dresses and headed to the counter. Thankfully, Jessica had changed into relatively normal clothes, though her top showed her cleavage off proudly and thee cargo pants she had on looked surprisingly sexy on her. 

Mike paid for my dress without hesitating, and my sister purchased hers. With our Dad's credit card no less.

"Where are we going next?" Jessica said, excitedly as she walked with her hand around my waist like we were best friends.

"La Nuit," I muttered. Mike started cheering like an frat boy, and Jessica joined in. La Nuit was a famous lingerie store in the city. Things got expensive there, and fast. We got back in the car and I had to tell Mike to slow down. I had saved this for last, because I knew he would get this way. Once things were bought there, he would have no motivation to go anywhere else but home. 

Jessica pulled me by the hand through the store once we got there, picking out several different things for her and myself. "This would look so perfect on you!" She kept saying. Not all of the things she picked interested me. 

After we both had about four or five things, the three of us headed for the dressing room. Jessica insisted on dressing in the same room as me, which made me nervous. I would see her naked, but she would see me, too. I went in to one stall, praying she'd go into the other, but no. She started stripping immediately, until she was as bare as the day she were born.

"Come on, come on, don't keep him waiting," She said as she pulled my shirt over my head. I turned around and let her unclasp my bra as I pulled my pants down. I left my panties on though. "Don't be such a bitch." 

Her thumbs looped around them at my hips and she pulled them to the floor. The sight of my child-sized equipment didn't even phase her as she handed me lingerie. I started to put things on but she stopped me and dressed me herself. I cringed when I felt her tucking me in so I didn't show underneath what she had put on me. "See? You're just like me now," she said as I returned the favor by dressing her in the lingerie she pointed out. 

We stepped out in front of Mike, pretending like we were modeling. He whooped and hollered cat calls. Thankfully, we were the only ones in the dressing room, so we decided to put on a fashion show. Each time, my sister and I dressed each other and then modeled in front of my man. Honestly, there was only one piece that I just had to have, and Jessica knew it, and she had saved it for last. She lingered outside while I changed into it, but I became conscious of the fact she was standing in front of Mike in lingerie. I knew how hard it was for him to keep his hands off of ME when I dressed up, but what about her? 

As I was about to hurry out, Jessica stepped in, pulling Mike into the room with the two of us. He reached down, running his hands along the snow-white chemise I had put on. It was very expensive silk, and felt incredible against my bare skin. My eyes darted up at him and then over at Jessica nervously when he started fumbling with his pants.

"Not in here!" I whispered. "And not in front of my sister!" She had sat down in the chair across from us, wearing only a navy-colored, lacy bra. Damn. Why couldn't I have breasts like hers?

"She's the one that told me you wanted to," He said, not sure of what to do. My sister only grinned at me, eagerly wanting me to proceed.

'Fine, I'll show her what she's never had,' I thought to myself, wanting to make her green with envy. I pulled his pants down around his ankles and started rubbing his crotch through his boxers. He was nervous with my sister watching us and I could tell. Eventually he got hard for me and I reached in to pull him out. I shot her a victorious smile when she gasped at the size of him. 

I started rubbing his cock nice and slow, and laughed when my sister started touching herself. She was trying to stop, but kept going. "Mmm," I said as I started running my tongue along his shaft. "My man sure loves the stuff I can do with my tongue, don't you?"

"Yeah, you're amazing with that thing," he put his hand on my head. I looked over at my sister when I wrapped my lips around his tool. I watched her the entire time I gave Mike his blowjob. Her eyes went wide like she'd seen a ghost when I started deep-throating him. Her hands were moving furiously across her clit as she watched me in awe.

I reached up and had Mike put his hands on my head and start fucking my face. He happily obliged, rhythmically pushing his cock down my throat. Jessica was moaning softly, completely taken by the site of me working his large penis. I savored her looks of jealousy. "He's about to come," I said happily as I pulled out and started stroking him furiously with both hands. "You want to shoot your load in my mouth, Dear?" I said to Mike, batting my eyes at Jessica. 

He responded when I put my lips around the wide head of his cock and started coming. The excitement of me sucking him off in a public place in front of my own sister had him very turned on. Spasm after spasm, he kept coming and at least six shots hit the roof of my mouth. I didn't swallow it right away. I turned and crawled toward Jessica, who was still masturbating to me. I got on my knees in front of her face, rolling my tongue around in his delicious liquid with my mouth open. She leaned forward, expecting me to give some to her, but I swallowed it.

"You're SO greedy," she said, glaring at me. I felt her tongue run up my cheek before her lips met mine. The taste of my man was in my mouth again as she pushed her tongue into mine. Apparently, some come had dribbled out. Mike watched in astonishment as we slowly broke our kiss, a small strand of cum falling from her tongue into my mouth. "Thanks for sharing, though." She winked at me and I giggled back at her.

"Uh, wow?" He said, dumbstruck by the image of me making out with my sister, swapping his juices. We both just smiled at him. Jessica hadn't finished herself off, but started getting dressed anyway.

"Looks like you'll have to buy this chemise for me," I said looking down at a spot on it where some jizz had unexpectedly fallen. "It's only a hundred and sixty dollars."

"Goddammit!" he said as I pulled it off and handed to him. The three of us left for the cash register once my clothes were back on. There was no way Jessica could put lingerie on my Dad's card, so she stayed back several feet as Mike handed the chemise over to the clerk. The woman, probably in her late forties, gave me an odd look when she saw the spot on it. I tried to look innocent, but she knew what it was.

"Please, only try clothes on in the dressing room next time, hon." Jessica started laughing, overhearing the conversation. Mike just shook his head as he pulled me out of the store, Jessica tagging along behind. 



Finding A New Purpose Ch. 06



** Note: This story is purely fictional. All characters and actions they perform are fictional as well. 

Also, this is one very large sex scene involve rather taboo situations involving the younger sister, Jessica. I hope it meets expectations... **



As I unlocked the door, Mike lugged in the bags of things I'd bought. Jessica followed, carrying takeout we'd picked up on our way home. She set the food on the counter as Mike and I took my things to my room. Before I could put any of my gifts away, I had to get out of my clothes. It felt weird being in our home wearing so much.

After all of my dresses were hung up, and new clothes tucked away, I came back out of my room wearing my white babydoll with black fluff around the edges and tiny V-shaped panties that I wore for Mike when I wanted him to rock my world. I felt like making the outfit look even sexier by rolling white thigh highs up my legs. They matched well enough with my other negligee, with beaded seams along the sides and lace running around the tops of the stockings which made it look like I was wearing garters.

"Wow," My sister said when I came in to eat. Mike was already wolfing down his food. "Someone is looking for her birthday sex."

"Huh?" He looked up at me and then over her. "She always wears that stuff when she's at home, isn't that right?"

"That's what you like," I replied as I started picking at my food. "He gets what he wants."

"Well, damn do you look pretty in that. I almost can't keep my hands off of you." I coughed, hearing my sister say such things.

"Oh really? That sounds like an wonderful idea to me!" Mike's entire demeanor changed in an instant.

"Goddamn you two. What am I? At least let me eat my food in peace before all hell breaks out." It felt weird to hear them talking about me like that. Not so much him, but Jessica? I was pushing it enough as it was back in the dressing room earlier.

"Hurry it up, Alexis!" Mike said as he jumped on the couch. Jessica was already waiting in the living room, and I heard her say how cute the name was. They obviously were feeling single-tracked, and I was stuck with picking up their dishes.

"Someone has to clean up in this place," I said under my breath. When I walked down into the living room, I found my sister without her shirt or bra on, bent over trying to turn on the stereo. Her young tits barely had any natural sag to them, and just hung there defiantly against gravity, exposed to the air.

"Mood music!" She said, laughing, as she started to dance. Her hips swayed to the music, her hands exploring her body. I watched as she leaned forward a few feet from Mike, and pushed her tits together, grinning at him. Two could play at that game. I strolled over next to her and started dancing, my hands running through my hair as I slipped him sultry glances.

Unexpectedly, Jessica reached over and put her hands on my sides. Mike just watched as I started grinding against my sister. I wasn't really paying attention to what was going on, or the fact that I was doing such things with a member of my own family, and once the song ended, I turned around and held Jessica close, forcing my lips to hers. Her soft breasts pushed against me as I kissed my way down her neck and chest. She threw her head back and sighed as my lips passed between her mounds of flesh.

"I want you to play with me," she said as her hands pushed me off. Her pants fell to the floor, the crotch slightly damp, and I found she hadn't been wearing any panties. Jessica laid back on the floor, beckoning me to join her with her hands. My sister's lack on inhibition frightened me, but just the thought of having sex with her while he watched felt so taboo. It made me feel so kinky, watching my naked sister on the floor, waiting for me to explore her youthful body.

I shot a glance over at Mike. His eyes were slightly glazed over, stunned from what was playing out in front of him. Most men would have given up one of their balls for this. 'Well, he's obviously not too stunned by it,' I laughed to myself, noticing the massive tent in his pants. 'Seems he likes what he sees.' I got on my knees in front of my sister.

Leaning forward, I ran my tongue from the top of her bare crotch to her tits, careful not to touch her pussy. I paused to kiss around her navel, which caused her to arch her back and moan slightly. I placed feathery kisses on her breasts, causing her nipples to get hard as her chest flushed red. She sure was getting turned on by my playfulness. I sunk down lower, breathing heavily over her pussy, and lightly kissed her inner thighs, all the way down to her toes.

I was trying to find places of arousal on her body. The backs of her knees, the area right below each of her breasts, her navel, and inner thighs seemed to elicit the most response, and my hands and lips paid particular attention to those places, making her recoil under my forceful touch.

"How am I doing?" I whispered into her ear so Mike couldn't hear. I necked her, breathing in her perfume as I waited for her response. 

I slid my finger between her swollen labia as she said, "Incredible." My sudden aggressiveness caused her to gasp and I pulled my finger out to rub against her enlarged clit. My lips suckled her nipples as I slid two fingers back inside of her. 

Her nipples matched her large breasts perfectly: light pink areolas about two inches wide, with darkened teats that were presently pointed up towards the ceiling, rising about half an inch off of her bust. Loud sucking noises came from her breasts as I held my hand steady. Jessica didn't want me to stop, and started pushing her hips into my hand, moving my fingers in and out of her now dripping cunt.

It felt comforting to suckle her like I was a child, but she needed more from me. My lips made a smacking sound as I pulled them off of her right breast and put my face in her quivering pussy. She cried out when I started flicking my tongue against her clit. I went slowly, savoring the feeling of kissing the lips of her honey pot and pushing my tongue inside. Mike's cock tasted much differently than my sister's treasure. Of course, I loved the way he tasted, but Jessica tasted... delicate. Like innocence, though that was a far stretch for her. 

My mouth hungrily lapped at her juices as my thumb continued to rub her clit. Her hands held me down against her as she pushed her crotch into my face. I responded by rolling my tongue and fucking her clit with it. I giggled slightly as her cunt started convulsing, becoming darker as blood rushed in. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" She cried out rhythmically as I moved back and forth across her hard button. Her thighs closed, pinning my head, but just as she was about to orgasm, I pulled myself away.

"Why..." She panted heavily. "Why the hell did you stop?!"

"Because we have more to do, silly," I said, smiling at her. I got up and went over to Mike. Jessica got up and slumped in one of the chairs, disappointed. 

"I rarely ever get to come," She said sadly as I pulled Mike's stiff rod out, freeing it from the confines of his pants. "It's really hard for me. Thanks a lot."

"Oh stop whining and come here," I replied as I lazily stroked him. "Look, see? I'm sharing." My knees slid across the floor as I moved over, leaving him open.

She smiled widely, her bright white teeth shining as she looked at me. "Can I? Oh wow! I've never touched one like his before." Mike and I tried not to laugh as she sat down in front of him.

"No biting now, you hear me?" He said, looking down at her but she was gone, flying on cloud nine. She reached up and touched his large member, giggling like it was her first time ever seeing one. Her hand tried to reach around it, but hers were even smaller than mine. Failed attempts at stroking him with one hand forced her to use her second. 

"It's like a snake!" She exclaimed. "I can feel the veins pumping in it!"

"Just shuttup and give him a blowjob," I said hastily. I didn't like seeing him have to wait. She opened her mouth and started licking the large helmet. Her hands continued to stroke him slightly, but it seemed like she was unsure of what to do. 'She's trying to mimic me,' I thought to myself. 'Haha! I give a better blowjob than my sister!' According to Mike, though, I gave better blow jobs than anyone else he knew, too. I laughed loudly when she struggled to put him in her mouth.

"Teeth! I said no biting!" Mike yelled.

"Move," I said, sitting next to her at his feet. "Let me teach you." I continued laughing inside. Here I was, giving lessons on how to suck cock to my little sister! And she was embarrassed, too!

"See? Watch what I do, then you try." I showed her how I opened my mouth, flattening my tongue. The angle at which he entered was important, too, which is what she'd messed up on before. I pulled him out of my mouth and held his penis to her face. This time, she got him in his mouth, no where near as well as I could, but it was a start.

"You should take lessons from your big sister, Jessica. She gives me the most incredible blowjobs I'll ever have." I blushed at his compliments.

"I noticed back in the dressing room," she replied, looking at me like I was her idol. I just pushed her, trying to hide a smile. "Hey, Lexi said it's difficult to fuck you. Was she telling the truth?"

"Hahahaha." He took a moment to regain himself. "I suppose at first. But your sister fits me perfectly. I'm not sure what other women think."

"Doesn't it hurt?" She asked me, looking at his cock with apprehension. 

"Someti-"

"Only when she needs to be put in her place." Mike interrupted me. His voice was low and calm, and Jessica looked at me, confused.

"I want to watch," She said abruptly after an awkward silence. "Show me how you fuck my big sister."

"You want... to watch me have sex with him?" Blowjobs were one thing, but sex? I couldn't do that! There was no way I'd let my sister see him fucking me. My privacy felt invaded.

"Come here," he said. I couldn't say no to him. That was something I rarely ever could do. I crawled up onto the couch sheepishly. His fingers snapped and like clockwork, my rear end was in the air. Jessica gasped at the control he had. She just sat on the floor at the edge of the couch, watching like a child sneaking glances at something they weren't supposed to see. I spit on my fingers, pulling my panties to one side, as I started working them into my hole and Mike got situated behind me.

"That's right, show your little sister you want this inside of you," he said as he held his shaft tightly in his hand. After I stretched myself open a bit with my fingers, I felt him push them out of the way with the tip of his cock, sliding it back and forth across my entrance. I gasped when he popped inside of me. He grabbed my ass and forced me to hold still as he easily worked his way inside.

"It's gone!" Jessica said in awe as if it were a miracle. He had disappeared inside of me, and I tried not to squirm as I felt his fullness. Thankfully, he stayed like that only long enough for my feet to start twitching before he started moving out a few inches. I didn't want Jessica to get scared by what he could do to me with his manhood. I grunted softly as I felt him starting to thrust, patiently waiting for me to open up and my walls to become slick with desire. It was my birthday after all.

"I love the way your sister feels inside," He said in a husky voice as Jessica eagerly watched me being fucked. "But, my my can she bad. Isn't that right?"

"Yes," I whispered as he pulled out of me and slammed back in forcefully. His large hand landed soundly on my ass, the sound making sister jump back from the couch.

"That's so kinky!" She squeaked. "Let me try!" I scowled at her as she stood and pulled my babydoll farther up my back. A slight smack echoed as her hand fell on my exposed cheeks. "Don't be a bad girl, Lexi!" She kept doing it until Mike had to tell her to stop. My ass felt hot, and tears had formed in the corners of my eyes from my sister's abuse. Reluctantly, she sat back down on the floor, carefully watching his cock sliding around inside of me.

After awhile, I leaned up so I could whisper in Mike's ear. "She's kind of pissing me off," I admitted. The desire to get back at her felt too strong to let go. "I want to make her jealous. Show her how you make me wet my panties. For my birthday."

"What is she saying?" Jessica asked when she saw Mike smiling and I fell back down on my hands.

"Nothing. She's just whispering naughty things in my ear."

"Haha! I never would have suspected my own sister was such a dirty girl." I just smiled at her, knowing what was in store. My ass flinched when he pushed all the way into me, his cock eager to make me squirm. Jessica wasn't paying much attention.

As soon as I started crying out in pleasure, though, she wondered what was going on. Mike started fulfilling my request as his hips pushed his explorer around in my wet tunnel. "Huh?" Jessica said, not understanding what was happening. My toes curled back as my legs started shaking. "Hey! What are you doing to my sister?!" She demanded. He ignored her, focusing on feeling my body's response to him. 

He wasn't holding back, and I knew he wouldn't, since he was such a showoff. "This..." I started trying to speak, difficult from the moans and squeals forcing their way through my body. "This... is..." I couldn't keep talking. My brain was shutting down, the carnal bliss caused by his manhood pushing everything else to the side. Mike pulled himself completely out of me, and wiggled his way back inside, causing my back to crumple under his touch.

"This is how," he said under his breath, preparing make explode. "I make your sister come." My ass clenched around his cock as I started to spasm. His cock sent chills up my spine, my body quivering underneath him. 

"Oooooooooh.... uhhhhhhohhhh!" I cooed. My eyes closed as the ecstasy overwhelmed my body.

"...I," My little sister started say. I looked at her face, and she looked back in shock. "Why can't I get off like that!?"

"Because," I said, starting to recover from my ordeal. "You don't have a real man who can exploit your deepest pleasures." I dragged the 'deep' part out.

"That's so unfair!" Jessica started pouting. "Why do you get to have all the fun?!" Mike just laughed. She looked so pissed, and I loved it.

"I'd say I'M the one that gets to have the fun. Alexis just likes letting me have my way with her. See?" He beckoned for her to stand next to him. I knew what he was going to do, and I laughed under my breath. Inch by inch, he pulled himself back. Jessica gasped when his penis fell out. My hole was sitting there obediently gaping, waiting to be filled again.

"How do you do that?" She said, admittedly impressed. "You're so open!"

"I already told you," Mike started to say.

"He belongs in there," I finished his sentence before he could say anything more. I felt him get off the couch, the leather cushions shifting under me. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" I said when I felt Jessica sit down behind me. Her delicate fingers started tracing around edges of my still gaping tunnel.

"Wow, just how wet ARE you?" Jessica asked, curiously prodding around with her hands. Mike just watched in amusement as she stuck her finger inside me. I felt my ass close around it. "Sorry, this isn't Mike," she said to my backdoor, giggling. She rubbed her finger around before it slipped out. I heard her sucking on it.

"Well, you sure don't taste as good as me, but definitely good enough to eat."

"Breakfast, lunch and dinner, please," Mike chimed in, chuckling in his dark tone.

"Geez, why don't you two tell the whole world?" I said, as I let Jessica have her turn playing with me. A wet sensation prodded at me from behind as I felt her breathing down on me. "Hey, what are you doing?!" I said, shocked by my little sister's actions. "What would Dad say if he walked in right now?!"

"I bet he wouldn't say anything. Though I'm sure we'd have a hell of a lot of explaining to do. Just let me savor this," She said, taking her face out from between my ass. Jessica started pushing two fingers inside of my loose hole. 

"Keep going," I heard Mike say to her. Another finger found itself inside me. And another. I felt an intense pressure pushing against me. "Holy fuck is that hot," Mike said loudly as he stroked himself.

"Hey, hey, hey!" I felt a pop and the feeling disappeared. "What did you do?!" My mind couldn't comprehend what had happened, but I felt the strangest sensation. Like tentacles swimming around inside of me. Looking down my back towards my sister, I saw her arm held out in front of her and a look of amazement on her face. What was she doing to me?

"No! You aren't!" I cried out, hysterical. "Stop! What are you doing Jessica?!"

"No wonder Mike loves fucking you..." She said to herself, ignoring my plight. "Lexi is wet as a whistle!" Jessica giggled towards Mike.

"Get out of there!" I yelled. "What the fuck! There is no way I'm being fisted by my sister!!" I tried pushing her out, but she just pushed back.

"Loose as a goose, too," she hummed, sounding almost disappointed. All the muscles inside my ass clenched as I tried to crush her hand. "Whoa, maybe not. You know you like it! Hahaha!" I desperately tried to fight against her as she started moving her hand back and forth inside me, tickling my walls with her fingers. A moan escaped my mouth as I tried to cover it. Too late.

"Go faster, Jessica. It's too bad I can't fit my hand inside her... She seems to like it." Mike stretched the fingers apart on his free hand. "Hand's too big."

"Umm, everything's big on you, bub," she replied. Her hand picked up momentum. The odd shape of it pulled me back and forth with her as she fucked me. "Maybe I can make her come!" she said excitedly.

"Fat chance in hell," I cursed at her. "I've never done that unless my man has been inside me in... what? Four... Five months?" She didn't believe me.

"Why the fuck not?"

"Just, because. I don't feel like telling YOU! Now take your hand out of me!" Jessica continued trying to make me come, but gave up and carefully pulled her hand out of my ass. "Geez!" I said as she started licking her fingers.

"Hey, babe," Mike started to say. "You two have got me so hard. Can I...?" He dropped off. I looked at him and saw that he was staring at my little sister, his eyes tracing her every curve.

"No!" I yelled back.

"What?" Jessica asked before noticing Mike staring at her. "I... I..." She blushed bright red with embarrassment, actually trying to cover her privates. "Please, please, please!" She started tugging on my babydoll. I was getting aggravated.

"No! You're my little sister! Plus, you'll get hurt," I said, speaking from honest experience. "And you won't find any condoms in the flat. We can't use them."

"Can't?" She didn't understand. "I'm on the pill, though! And I'm clean... I'm not THAT much of a tramp."

"I've always wanted a threesome with sisters," Mike said, lust in his voice. "It will be so awesome."

It was hard to refuse his desires. He was mine, though. The thought of sharing him with another woman made me ache inside. Jessica hadn't really done anything wrong to me so far though, had she? She had agreed to keep our secret, and this just gave me more blackmail so she would never have any wish to mention a word to anyone.

"Whatever," I sighed. "Go to him." My little sister squeaked and wrapped her arms around me and then scurried off to the chair Mike was in. "Don't you dare hurt her, or I'll go stay at my parent's house for a week." Mike took my threat seriously and just nodded slightly before smirking at Jessica. I sat back on the couch to watch the two. It was only sex for them. Not like it was for Mike and me, which comforted my aching. She just wanted to hump like bunnies.




Finding A New Purpose Ch. 06



Jessica stood in front of him, all five feet and four inches, one hundred and twenty five pounds of her. Compared to him, she looked like a little girl. She was though. Young and horny. Mike looked at her, his eyes shifting from her firm breasts, to her midrift and hips, her small, hairless cunt, and her slender legs. He motioned for her to turn around as if he were sizing up a piece of meat. She turned her back to him, jutting her hip out and putting her hand on it, desperately seeking his approval. 

My little sister was startled when he grabbed her and pulled her down into his lap. I just smiled warmly at her when she giggled. She looked so excited. Mike's hard cock nestled against his stomach as she sat down with the shaft between her cheeks. Her face beamed as she wiggled back and forth against him, her breasts swaying ever so slightly.

"Oh man, your ass feels just like your sister's," Mike stated as he put his hands under her butt. He slid her up and down his lap, enjoying the feeling of his dick rubbing between it.

"You can thank our Mom for that!" We both started laughing.

"Alright, my dick needs to fuck something."

"Oh..." Jessica started getting nervous, realizing that he was way bigger than she originally thought. I looked at her, trying to be supportive. It was sinking in that I wasn't joking about how I had to get used to his shear size.

"Turn around. I want to play with those titties while we fuck." She looked at me once more before fearfully turning around and straddling him. "That's a good girl, now sit up for me." He lifted his cock up and started rubbing it against her pussy. It wasn't until I saw his penis next to her small hole that I truly thought she might not be able to fit on him. After making sure he was firmly placed against her, he began forcing her down in his lap. Almost immediately, she started crying.

"I said don't hurt her!" I yelled. Jessica lifted a hand up, silencing me as she shook her head. What was she trying to prove? They only got halfway down before she had to stop. 

"I," she stammered. "I can't. He's too big, Lexi. What do I do?" The miserly in her voice made me feel horrible. I shouldn't have let them do this. She couldn't move, the walls of her young pussy refusing to allow him entry into her most sacred of places, and I ran off to my bathroom.

'Where is it,' I said to myself, throwing bottles around. Next to my razor, I found the lube that was hardly used. "Here," I said as I came back into the living room where they sat, my sister frozen, his hands holding her so she couldn't get up. "Stop it. Let her off for second." I scowled at him. Jessica tried not to whimper as she inched her way off of his member, and once she was free, she ran to me.

"Shh, shh, it's alright," I said apologetically. "Here, sit on the couch." She spread her legs for me, afraid to look at Mike, and I started to work some lube inside her. I gave her words of encouragement, telling her she felt like smooth velvet and that he would love being inside her, before leading her back to him. He roughly pulled her back into his lap, glaring at me. Mike didn't like being told no. I held my sister up with one hand as I rubbed lube on his impatient cock. 

"Relax, Jessi," I whispered as I lowered her back onto him, holding him against her pussy. Using the spongy head of his, I rubbed her clit, hoping to help her not be so nervous. She started crying again as I settled her back down to where she had gotten stuck before. "I'm right here. I'm standing right behind you."

I reached around and wiped the tears from her face. "This is how women are supposed to fuck real men," I said. I felt sorry for her. It reminded me of when I had lost my virginity, when I could have used support. "This is what sex is supposed to be like." Mike just sat there silently, annoyed that I was preventing him from ravaging my little sister. 

"I want to be like you," she said, trying to stop her emotions from overwhelming her. "I have to do this. Have sex the way I'm supposed to, not like with the boys from school." She was almost there, just a bit more to go.

"There we go." Jessica's pussy was safely holding his manhood inside her body. "See? I told you you could do it," I said as I stroked her hair hanging down her back. It was the same dark brown as mine and our mother's.

"Why does it hurt so much?" My little sister asked, as my man chuckled to himself. "Is sex always like this?"

"It hurts so you know he's in control. If you do what he says, it doesn't hurt as bad." It was true. Mike wouldn't hurt her intentionally, knowing how mad I was about what he'd put her through already. "Think you're ready to make him feel like a man?" 

She nodded meekly as she started moving slowly in his lap. All she got in return was an annoyed sigh as he waited for her to get over herself. A slight yelp sounded out as he reached up and pinched her nipples, trying to subdue his boredom.

"Be nice, Dear. She's trying, okay?" He saw that I felt sorry for her. "It's not so bad, is it Jessi?"

"No..." She was still crying a little. "It's not hurting as much, but it still feels unbearable. How did you get used... to real sex?"

"Lot's of practice, sweetie." Jessica was letting Mike regulate her movements now. His hands were grasped around her breasts and he was pulling her up and down, forcing her to move to his will. She looked so innocent, like she lost part of her naive, childish outlooks and become more of a woman with each thrust. The guilt was almost too much for me. My little sister would never be the same once he was through with her. 

They picked up momentum when he placed his hands on her hips and started fucking her like he did me. She still cried out a bit each time he forced his way into her small body, but they slowly quieted to little gasps. "Mmm, look at those boobs bounce, Alexis," He said in a lustful growl. It was hot, I had to admit it. The way my sister's chest heaved every time their bodies moved against each other. 

"Let him know how it feels, Jessi," She nodded and started to moan with each thrust. It wasn't forced, she was trying to enjoy it, but I could still hear the hesitation in her voice.

"I feel so full. Don't stop," Jessica said in between her gasps for air. Her body was shaking, as ripples traveled up each time her ass landed in his lap. I could see white cream from my sister's pussy oozing out around her swollen lips. I was relieved to see her vagina depositing a nice pearly sheen on his cock as if trying to repay it for its services. Finally, she was stretching enough to accommodate his invasion, and she started to derive pleasure from the way he used her body.

Mike put his hands under her ass and lifted her several inches up off of his crotch and started humping her from below. His hips moved quickly, a flurry of rough blows attacking her as she cried out again. It was hurting her, but I couldn't stop him.

"Try to come," I whispered to her. "Feel his cock surging inside of you. You want to come on his big, hard dick, don't you, Jessi?"

"Y-y-yes" She stammered, her body shuddering. Her tits were bouncing like mad, and her nipples looked painfully hard.

"This is why we come when they're inside of us, so they know they are the only ones that give our bodies pleasure," I said as her back arched and her cunt began contracting. Her hips involuntarily rolled into his thrusts as I saw liquid start to spill all over his cock. She began to scream. Just to help her experience, I reached around and cupped her tits in my hands, causing her body to shake.

"Ooooooooh my Goooood! Ahhhh!" She squeaked. Her body settled down its trembling after about ten seconds. I tried to hold her as I felt her body going limp. It felt like she had passed out. Thankfully she hadn't, but she seemed a bit delirious. Mike assisted in pulling her off his penis, as a mess ran down my little sister's leg. I led her to the sofa, where she sat down and fell backwards.

"Come back to me, Alexis." Mike still hadn't had a release. I was so thankful that he was considerate enough not to fill my sister with his seed. Without his asking, I sat down in his lap, my back to him, as I eased his cock in my longing hole. I let him fuck me hard, as his frustrations of the day slammed into me. I started responding to him in my usual manner. 

"What..." My sister started to speak, her thoughts becoming more lucid. "What happened?"

"I fucked you until you creamed all over me," Mike said, sounding arrogant. The sound of our bodies colliding seemed deafening.

"Did... you come inside of me?" She said to herself.

"Nope, but I'm about to blow," He groaned. I fell forward onto my knees as he sat up and mounted me on the floor. The smacking of bodies was replaced by the wet sounds coming from my loose hole. My sister started watching again, curious to see his sister's man come.

"What's that sound?" She said curiously. I just started smiling, as I tried to keep my moaning as quiet as possible so she could hear the slopping sounds better. "Is that coming from you, Lexi?"

"That's your sister telling me she's ready," Mike said triumphantly. "See?" He shoved his cock in as he burst. I felt all of the excitement of the day rush into me. The blowjob in the dressing room, Jessica and I playing with each other, the fact that he got to fuck my poor little sister, it seemed like a flood gate had opened and my ass was downstream. 

"Oh fuck, yes, yes," he shouted. "Get in there. Keep... going.... Uhhhnn!" Mike's body got heavy as he tried to catch his breath. My sister just sat there, bewildered by the sight of a man's cock unloading semen inside his sister.

"Why didn't I get to have you come in me like that?!" She blurted out defensively. I just sighed to myself and shook my head.

"Uhh, you're definitely going to have to talk to your sister about that, little lady. Girl talk stuff." He pulled out of me, and I had to reach back to make his ridiculously large load stay where I needed it to. He walked off down towards his bedroom to take a shower.

"Ooooo!" Jessica said. "What was that about?!" She bounced on the cushion of the couch, and I tried not to look at her breasts as they moved too.

"I need to lie down," I said as I fell on the couch, my head resting in her lap. My sister was still naked, but it felt oddly comfortable. I grabbed a nearby pillow and put it under my head, lifting my mouth right to her teat.

"So? What did he mean by 'girl talk stuff'?" Jessica asked. I shook my head and started suckling on her. She became erect in my mouth. "Hey! I asked you a question!" The breast was pulled back.

"Well, I suppose this is a big clue," I said, as I put my lips around her nipple and made more sucking sounds. It was a relaxing thing to do, and it made me feel close to my little sister.

"What does that mean?" She asked as her head fell back and she rest it on the cushion, enjoying the feelings I was giving her. After a few minutes, I figured she didn't have any notion of what I was talking about, so I sat up and whispered into her ear about Mike and I trying to conceive. "Huh?!"

"We know it's really difficult for me, but," I said sadly. "That's why we have sex so much, and why can't use condoms." She understood that I wasn't being crazy. My little sister knew that I realized there was no way for me to bear his child, but I could still hope. "We've been trying for several months." I sulked. My sister nodded, understanding that it made me feel like less of a person. She held me against her bosom, rubbing her nipple against my mouth trying to entice me to suckle more.

"I'm sure it'll happen. You just have to keep trying, right?" I nodded into her breast. "Hey! Have you picked out names yet?!" I looked up at her from her chest, smiling with her still in my mouth. She squealed. "Tell me. Tell me!"

My lips popped off her swollen teat. "Mike said he wants to name the baby Jill if it's a girl, and I want to name him Connor, after Mike's grandfather, if it's a boy." I switched to her other breast. She started giggling.

"Jill sounds SO cute." She gazed at the ceiling, my suckling the only sound in the condo, aside from the soft sound of running water down the hall. "And it's really thoughtful of you, wanting to name him after his great grandpa." I just laughed.

"Oooo ooo ooo!" She stomped her legs excitedly, jostling me as I struggled to stay latched on her. "What do you want to have? A girl or a boy? Don't lie either and say you don't care, 'cause I know you do!"

"I really want to give him a son," I admitted. "I know he really wants to have a boy. But, I'd like to have a little girl running around the condo. A daughter I could teach womanly things and talk about boys with, you know?"

"Aww," Jessica purred. I lazily pulled my lips off of her breast and sighed contently as if I were full.

"I'm all sleepy now," I said, rubbing my eyes. "You can just sleep here with me tonight." My little sister agreed and I led her into my room. We both looked through my lingerie to find something to sleep in.

"My God, you have such an amazing collection! You have like... everything a girl could want!" I giggled as I held a light pink nightie up to her naked body. She agreed that it looked good, though it might be a bit tight around her breasts. "It shouldn't be a problem," she said as she pulled it on, the fabric hugging her firm tits snugly, the outline of her nipples clearly visible. It looked really good on her. She held up a black camisole which I promptly slipped into. 

I held up the covers and let my little sister get in first before pulling them over our bodies. We snuggled into my pale lavender sheets, holding each other and discussing things about the baby before we fell asleep.