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Mr. Rudy

By: Selbryth



She couldn't help but see that pretty actress in the mirror whenever she looked. Tall, slim, long hair, large, blue eyes. If she'd had pointed ears, she would have looked exactly as the actress did in that movie epic.

But Liv wasn't an elvish princess, nor was she that actress. She simply looked like her.

Liv stood before the mirror, studying herself. She had just come from her morning shower and wore only a towel wrapped about her slender body, her hair, normally reaching the small of her back, was up in yet another towel. She would have smiled but could not. Unwrapping her towel, she let it slide to the floor around her feet. Her eyes went automatically to the place which held such disgust, such dishonor.

A small, limp penis hung from her hairless crotch and below and behind, a fleshy sac. She saw her testicles moving upward in the now chilled and shriveling scrotum and she reached quickly down and pushed these two parts of her down and back between her smooth thighs. She clamped them there and then stood straight again, looking at her now completely feminine appearance. 

Still, she could not make herself smile. Stooping, she retrieved the towel at her feet, draped it over her shoulder and went to get dressed. 

Tonight's show was for international vip's, and she still wanted a little more time to rehearse.

None of the other girls in the revue were jealous of Liv's naturally feminine appearance; there was good-natured ribbing and joking amongst them but they always laughed together. Each of them had their own stories, their own transformation tales and knew quite well Liv's own. It was an accident of birth that had caused the tall, dark-haired beauty to have the natural curves and contours of a true woman and the other dancers could never find it within themselves to make fun of their friend or to put her down in any way.

"You should do it, you know...." Angela said to Liv. They were both sitting at their dressing tables, putting on their makeup.

"Oh, not the ears thing again," Liv grumbled. Angela nodded into her mirror, eyes turned to Liv's reflection. "I'd look stupid."

"You'd look like her," Angela said. "Exactly like her."

"Who wants to? I mean, there's already one of her in the world; that should be enough."

Angela shook her head and looked back at herself, touching up some uneven powder on her cheek. "You know who I'd want to look like - if I could?"

Liv shook her head, now concentrating on her lashes.

"That girl from Psycho," Angela said.

"Janet Leigh?" Liv said. "Yes, she's just so completely gorgeous!"

"No, the other Psycho," Angela said. "The second one."

"Oh with that small little actress girl," Liv said. "Yah, she's adorably cute. Mixed race too. Her sister's in those horror and comedy movies now, right?" Angela nodded.

"Yah, her," she said. She sat back from the mirror to check her overall appearance, then leaned in again and picked up the lip gloss brush.

"If I had a choice," Liv said almost absently, "I wouldn't be so damned tall."

"Well, she's tall," Angela said, pouting to refine the line of her lips. 

"Will you stop it with what's her name already?" Liv said rolling her eyes. "Geeze, you know?"

"So you'd be...how tall?" Angela asked. She sat back again and seemed satisfied with her work.

"Five-seven or something maybe," Liv said. "Maybe five-six? I really like how that Star Wars girl looks.

"Princess something or other?" Angela said. "She's tiny though. She's like five-one or something. Real petite."

"That would be me," Liv said. "And if nature would've made up her mind when I was born, that would've been even better I think." Liv felt a little warmth behind her eyes and quickly grabbed a tissue to blot any 'spills' up. She took a breath and calmed herself, then pushed her chair back and stood. She looked down at Angela, who was now staring up at her.

"That would have been really neat," she said, and then she turned and left the dressing room. A few moments later there was the loud, thunderous sound of the intro music from the stage and Angela jumped up and ran out to get into place.

The extra rehearsal had given Liv a little more confidence. In general she wasn't as sure of herself as others were of themselves and tended to work harder at everything she did to compensate. 

She sat now at the makeup table, patting perspiration from her brow. There was the normal happy chatter of the rest of the performers, but Liv felt quite alone. She stopped and sat back in her chair, staring at her reflection while she reflected. The rehearsal had been a good one, quite a workout, but at a certain point in her routine she had become somehow more aware of herself - of her breathing, her racing heart, and the rest of her body. The sense of self had been so strong she had almost lost her place in the music, and it remained with her for the rest of the rigorous hour of practice and run-throughs. It was with her even now as she sat there, contemplating who and what she was. 

A sham, she thought to herself. Nothing but a look-alike. No originality. Nothing but a face like someone else's and a body to match. A woman who wasn't a woman. Not truly.

While others, especially her colleagues, paid vast amounts of money to keep up appearances or to sometimes change them permanently, Liv simple was what she had always been.

A freak!

The word stuck in her throat, almost as if in a scream. She remembered the taunting words, the faces, the laughter at her expense. 

Not so long ago.

They'd called her that name - and many others - all through her young life. Then a hand touched her gently on the shoulder and she started and almost yelped.

"Don't be thinking all those dark thoughts, Long Legs," Liv's best friend Kate whispered. Liv turned her head and looked up the length of the pretty arm, to the face which was now beaming down at her. A smile spread across Kate's exquisitely made up face and it contagiously spread to Liv's own.

"I guess I was pouting again," Liv said, and Kate nodded. 

"And on you, a pout just about breaks my heart," Kate whispered. Then there was a cheer and a clapping of hands from the other side of the dressing room, and Liv and Kate went to go see what had happened.

Shirley, the manager of the club, was standing there, beaming at everyone. She turned slowly, holding up the poster for the night's show. Everyone was represented but in the center was a picture of Liv, standing in her slinky silver side-slit evening gown, left leg exposed. 

She hated that photo.

Shirley smiled directly at Liv and leaned closer.

"Mr. Madison requests a very special performance tonight, Liv," the older woman said, and Liv felt a wave of nausea go through her. Madison was the owner of the club. As the newest member of the troupe, Liv had been the most recent center of the old man's affections. She had performed fellatio on him directly after the first interview, but it was not the only time she had swallowed her pride as well as the man's rather copious amount of ejaculant. She nodded at Shirley and turned to go back to her table. "It's...it's not like that, sweety," Shirley added. Liv stopped and turned.

"Mr. Madison would like you to perform especially well for one of the guests tonight," Shirley said, and then turned and left the room. The other girls stood around, some still holding onto the new poster, all staring at Liv.

Liv finally returned to her chair and slumped in it. Tears welled in her eyes and she let them roll down her cheeks. The other girls left her alone, all of them quite familiar with how things went in their small little community.

As always, Liv knelt before the toilet, vomiting over and over again. It was just ten minutes before she was due to go onstage and it felt like everything she had ever eaten in her life was now coming out all at once. Another convulsive wave went through her but nothing came out. She was empty, done, through. Her face felt numb as did her fingers. She coughed and sniffled, tore a strip of toilet paper off the roll and sat back on her heels to wipe her mouth and nose.

"Baby-girl?" Kate asked through the stall door. "I'd ask you if you were alright, but I know you're not. Just...just try not to think of it, okay?" Liv nodded even knowing her friend couldn't see her. She nodded again, blew her nose, and staggered to her feet. She smoothed her hair, unlocked the door and came out. Kate looked worried.

"You look like shit, okay?" Kate said, rubbing Liv's shoulders. Liv nodded and allowed herself to be helped back to the makeup table. She sat and began putting her final makeup on. Then the feeling of weakness and dread left her. The stagefright that had always plagued her, even before her professional career had begun, began to drift away. Her hands worked purposefully, expertly, and in moments she stood tall. Undoing her robe, she took it off, laying it carefully over the back of the chair. Without a word she strode out of the dressing room, down the hall and made it to the stairs right as her music began to play. She took a breath, stepped out of her slippers and mounted the stairs, barefoot and nude but for an almost invisible catch-ring and filament which held her genitals up under her crotch and between her legs. The downbeat hit and Liv pranced out to center stage and began her routine.

The special guest felt a stirring in his crotch the moment the spotlight hit the new dancer. She was the spitting image of the actress he had so long cherished. His wealth was undeniable, expansive, but it was denied by the real actress not so long ago when he had had his people approach her and ask her to be a guest on his private island in the Caribbean for a weekend. She had refused the offer, somewhere in the six figure range, and the man had nodded in appreciation of her sense of self. Still, he longed to be with someone so fair, so lovely and sweet and now, through some chance of genetics and his network of watchers he would now have what he wanted.

Or as close an approximation as was possible.

Now his eyes fell to the girl-boy's bare feet and again the man's penis shifted and filled. He looked up the slender ankles and legs and thighs to the hips and the perfectly hairless V of the crotch. He knew what was between those perfect thighs but it did not matter. 

His eyes lifted up the well toned belly and then held there as the entire body spun with the music. He gazed appreciatively at the roundness and femininity of the bare buttocks and wondered again how something like this could have ever happened. This was a male after all!

Now the dancer spun forward again and the man let his gaze wander up to the full breasts jiggling on the narrow chest. The nipples were pointed and excited, small and light brown against the almost milky white of the dancer's smooth skin.

And now the face. 

He thought he might ejaculate simply sitting there looking at this perfect duplicate of his favorite actress. He could scarcely believe how exact this face matched his obsessively memorized images of the real thing - the real person. 

And then the dancer's eyes met his and for a moment time seemed to stop. It was as if everyone else in the room, in the world in fact, froze and stopped to be. It was just himself and the girl, Liv. Then she smiled and the man felt his insides melting for her. He wanted her. He wanted to have his men clear the place out so he could be alone with this one. He would lay her on the stage and fuck her. No. She was too delicate and fresh and precious. He would...touch her. He would pet her and fondle her and kiss her perfect lips. He would make love to her gently and slowly, and then he would put himself into her and fuck her hard and fast and spurt into her. He would fill her to overflowing and would continue to spurt and gush and fill her. And when he was through, he would ask her to marry him. He would take her back to his island and make love to her all the time. He would rub her everywhere. He would rub himself on her gorgeous bare feet, or her legs or hips, under her arms, between her tits. He would have her completely and totally, and she would let him do all these things because he was rich.

Liv paused amidst the blaring, pumping music and squatted down low, balancing on the balls of her feet, facing the man. She watched as his eyed instantly dropped from her face down between her knees. She spread her knees ever so slightly, allowing a full view of what was there. 

And now, in beat with the music but moving in slow motion, Liv leaned back on her hands and continued to lay backward until she was arched, knees wide, head back. And it was then that she felt her own erection stirring. It had never happened before because she had simply danced and been too absorbed in her own fears and feelings of worthlessness to feel the things she was feeling now.

And what she was feeling was alive. It was as if her whole life up to this point had been in a dream world, a haze of suppressed anger (at she did not know what) mixed with constant disappointment and desperation. Now all those other things seemed to slide off her like an old skin and she felt as though her entire body was speaking, speaking in some unheard and unknown language that even she did not understand completely. But the affect was that she felt free now, free from even herself. She turned on one hand, twisted her body and raised her one leg straight up in the air. She pointed her foot and then glanced over at her special guest. His eyes were glued to her foot. She could almost feel his stare moving gently up and down her foot from heel to toes and back again. Her foot, her leg, her entire body felt alive and humming with energy from within.

Then she waited for the next downbeat and rolled onto both knees, back to the rich man. She arched her back and shoved her ass out at him. She hoped he enjoyed the view but did not care if he did or not. She was now dancing for herself and didn't care what anyone thought. She spread her knees a little further apart and began to thrust herself back and forth, making sure her behind was being pushed directly at the man's startled face. She looked back around her shoulder and saw the wide-eyed expression of joy on his face and smiled back at him. 

You're rich, I don't know you, and it doesn't matter! she thought to herself, and the realization of the power she had over this man's emotions, over his very life at this moment was intoxicating. She thought of the next part of her dance routine and decided it wasn't nearly enough. Standing, she turned to face the man, reached down, took off her genital restrain and let her small erection stand straight out before her. Without taking her eyes off the man, Liv strode down off the stage and went directly up to him. She stopped a mere three feet from him, eyes still locked with his, smile on her face. The man's bodyguards were already reaching into their jackets and trying to shield their boss, but he waved them away and they sat again, still staring suspiciously. 

Liv smiled warmly at the man. After all she had nothing against him. And she wanted to please him. She now realized she enjoyed how he looked at her, how his eyes flickered up and down her front, how his brow was beaded with sweat. Then, hearing another section of the music start, Liv raised her arms over her head and began a slow, sensuous shimmy before him. She again felt an almost curtain-like sensation fall around her, as if she were alone in the world with only this man. She was dancing for him and he alone, nobody else. She began to writhe where she stood, feeling a tingling, humming sensation running throughout her body. Excitement filled her, expectation. She could even feel the soles of her feet tingling like this and even that only fed back into her and doubled the overall level of the feeling. Glancing down, she saw the proof of what she was feeling. Her penis was so stiff it seemed to jiggle rather than bounce or waggle before her. Without thinking, with no thought of where she was or what she was doing, she reached down, cupped her palm underneath her stiffness and lifted it up flat against her belly. She sighed, smiled, and continued to swivel her hips and pace back and forth to the music.

...it feels...so good...touching...here...mmm....

But then Liv's eyes flew open. She might ejaculate - right here and now in front of everyone. It had been six months since she'd last touched herself like this, during a night of desperate loneliness, and her whole body now felt as though it wanted to come gushing out the tip of her organ. She instantly took her firmly pressing hand away, turned and danced upstage again to give herself time to catch her breath and recover. But even the feeling of the air against her overly aroused shaft seemed to want to draw the fluids out of her. She made all of these actions look as though they were part of the routine, but in fact, she was in a panic.

Thoughts flashed on that night, that warm, still night, as she lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. 

...warm, hot, moist, everywhere. Too hot...rubbing against the sheets, legs fidgeting, rubbing...turning over, pushing...pushing into the bed, the mattress. Pushing...chest pushing pressing, rubbing.

Liv remembered how she had been in that state between wakefulness and sleep, some tortured memory, some delicious fantasy (she could not remember that part) throbbing through her, and how she'd managed to squirm out of her nightgown. Naked, she had continued to writhe on the bed, one leg bending, her heel shoving the knotted sheets into her crotch, while her pelvis had continued to roll and push and lift, over and over again.

Now she stood in the glare of the lights, naked, barefoot, alone again. Alone in her inner misery, her thoughts and unfulfilled destiny. She would have frowned had she not been so well trained for the stage - even this stage - but the thought of destiny and how she had seemed to be cheated by it, not even given anything resembling it suddenly snapped her back to reality.

Pain always did.

She paused just a moment more until the music came to a familiar place. Raising her hands, she began to dance again, taking deep breaths still to calm herself, to let her body recover from the almost tragic mistake it had been pushing towards. With ballerina-like grace, she stooped to retrieve her 'covering' and with equal grace, she managed to put it on, turning and swirling to show everyone how it was done. When her erection was safely tucked up under her again, the timing was perfect and back on track. It ended and she bowed low at the waist, turned and left the stage. 

The applause she heard was a distant echo as she padded back down the cold hall to the dressing room. She stepped into the familiar warmth and glare of the dressing room, went to her table and sat before the mirror. Staring at her reflection, she wondered if the woman whom she so precisely resembled ever had nights like these.

"...well of course not, silly," Liv whispered to the mirror. "She doesn't have to be anybody but herself...."

Her musings were soon cut off.

"Liv?" a deep male voice spoke. Liv instantly recognized it as the big boss, Mr. Madison. She turned to look at the doorway, a quick smile already placed on her face. "This is...this is our special guest...." Liv stood to face the man she'd seen in the audience, allowing him ample opportunity to view her fully. She saw his eyes flicker downward and then back up and she had a practiced warm smile to greet him when he did. She broadened her smile and bowed slightly at the waist.

"I'm so honored, sir," she said, wondering if he would leave any marks or bruises when he was done with her. The man's smile was terrible. It was as though he beheld some luminous being instead of the star attraction at a rather underground nightclub.


Mr. Rudy Ch. 02



She noticed his gaze returned time and again to her legs - especially her knees and her feet and ankles - and always to her face again. She made sure to always have a fresh smile for him when he looked up again and that seemed to please him.

Now his eyes went to her crotch. She was glad she'd remembered to tuck her organ back down between her thighs as it kept the illusion of complete femininity alive, even though it was obvious it wasn't that important to the man. He had after all come to a club known for its transgendered performers!

Still, she did it for herself and now sat there, smiling, letting a virtual stranger stare at every part of her. It was more intense than being at the club, prancing around on stage with the lights blotting out most of what she could see of the audience anyway. This was as personal and as close as it got. 

But she wanted it closer.

And she wanted it over with!

Shifting her weight slightly, Liv straightened her right knee, the upper one in this sideways lean, and pointed her foot. She moved her leg in front of her until it was stretched stiffly out directly at Rudy's face. His eyes were transfixed. His mouth hung open. Finally his hands came up from his sides and reached for her foot. Liv smiled, openly and to herself, waiting for the first contact. Her client obviously adored her legs and her feet and this was the perfect way to get things going - and to get them that sooner finished. She closed her eyes, held her smile and waited breathlessly, but when the touch finally came it was such a shock it made her almost yank her foot back.

The tingling from gentle fingers lightly caressing her sensitive instep shot up through her leg and seemed to swarm in her abdomen. She gasped inward and then the shockwave pushed inside her pubic bone and made her penis stand on end. It had been only mildly erect the whole time but not from anything Rudy had done; it had simply been too long since Liv's last 'time,' and her inner excitement and expectation was built up and up to the point of overflowing. She hadn't expected to be so sensitive, especially not there, but she was. She thought to pull her foot back to safety, but now it was too late; the tingling, the erection - everything - had quickly and silently taken her past the point of no return. Her foot remained where it was, as did the still moving hand, and Liv could do little more than try to hold onto her senses.

Gladly, the moment passed as Rudy let his hand wander up from her instep to her ankle. The warmth of his touch was in such contrast to his appearance, even his gruff, self confident nature, and Liv realized she was probably one of the few to witness this particular side of the man. There was a certain cuteness to it that she found endearing. But now Rudy looked up from his up close inspection of the dancer's pale ankle. He smiled.

"You're not related to her, are you?" Rudy asked softly. Liv shook her head but smiled anyway; somehow, the question, coming from him, wasn't so irritating. In fact, there was something warm and gentle in his tone which made the question seem a compliment. Liv was still thinking these things when Rudy suddenly lowered his head and kissed the tips of her toes. This time she couldn't prevent a whimpering gasp from escaping her lips. Her toes clenched instinctively, and then another kiss was planted on their tops. Electricity seemed to zig-zag up from her foot, up her leg and directly into her crotch again. Her penis inflated even more, straining against its fleshy restraint. She wondered, absently, if Rudy wanted to see it or if she should try and keep the illusion going. A moment later her question was answered.

"Don't be afraid," Rudy whispered. He now held Liv's ankle and was glancing up between her legs. "Don't be afraid of me, okay? I'm...I'm not out to get you, okay? Just...just relax...." Liv nodded, still trying to catch her breath and finally relaxed her inner thigh muscles.

Her erection sprung out fully into view.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it, sweet lady?" the man said and Liv looked keenly at him. Was he putting her on? Goading her? Being sarcastic? She looked hard but couldn't find even a trace of something hidden behind Rudy's dark eyes or his smile. She nodded, took a breath and changed her position; turning and settling flat on her ass, now laying her other leg along side the other. Leaning on her elbows, Liv continued to regard the strangely gentle man and when a smile began to touch her lips in response to his, she let it have its way. "There now," Rudy said. "That's better. Just be you...that's all I'm asking...."

"But don't you want me to be--" "--Her?" Rudy said. "You look exactly like her, but you're not her. I know that. I met the lady once, and she is a lady. But...so are you...." Then Rudy lowered Liv's right foot beside the left, studied them both for a moment, and then simply buried his face against them. He smeared his face against her insteps, rubbed it back and forth, up and down, and the trembling sensation that shot up Liv's legs seemed to push her backward off her elbows. She lay flat on her back now, arms crossed over her eyes, gasping, moaning softly. She had never felt anything quite so erotic before in her life. Her erection only stiffened and it felt for several long, thrilling moments that she might just spurt straight up into thin air, but then the feeling passed. She caught her breath, calmed a little, then a little more. Things were happening too fast. She had wanted to get it over and done with and to go home to her apartment and sleep, but now...now it seemed that time spread out before her. Time and the deep, almost subconscious thrill she was feeling.

She dropped her arms and raised her head when she felt the man's face leave her ankles and feet and received a warm smile in return.

You're so beautiful, Rudy thought, But it's like you don't even know how beautiful you are. How can that be? How can someone who looks like you, not even know it? Then his eyes fell downward across the heaving chest of the dancer, down her front and beheld the stiff organ standing straight up from her hairless crotch. Even that...that prick some guys call it. A dick, a cock...I bet when you stroke it you don't even do it like a guy...

Rudy looked upward again, wanting to see the face, the beautiful, pale face of his favorite actress and found a beautiful smile just now forming on the wide, full lips. He could do nothing but smile back.

"You wanna do me a favor, sweetheart?" he asked, and Liv sat up, instinctively tucking her erection down between her thighs again and smiling broadly. She knew she would now do anything for this man, even though she wasn't quite sure why. She nodded and leaned forward, hands on knees, shoulders lifting in a happy stretch.

"I'd...I'd really love watching you touch yourself..." Rudy said, and Liv couldn't prevent her eyes from widening for a moment.

"Really?" she finally said, and Rudy nodded.

This had never been done. It had never been asked for. Maybe in some dream she had forgotten, but not from a real person, not in a real situation. But his face was earnest. It was almost kind - another thing that was rare if not totally absent. Usually they just wanted to fuck her; that was all. Just in her and back and forth until they spilled their pleasure in her.

But this one was different. 

And the difference itself was thrilling in= a way Liv had never experienced before. She had shown herself, all of herself at times, on stage during her routines, to the point that nudity itself was routine; almost second nature to her. But this was different. Rudy was asking her to reveal something she had never shown anyone, either professionally or privately. She lowered her eyes to the bed before her, then further down, downward to her smooth, hairless crotch - the V that had always been artificially created by her instinctive hiding of her male member. Taking a breath she breathed slowly out, trying to calm her now racing heart, lifted her leg to separate her thighs, and watched as her penis sprung out, ready and full.

For a moment she merely stared at it, as she knew Rudy was most likely doing as well, watching how it bounced with each heart beat. She wondered if this strange request would make it go limp but it only seemed to stiffen and thicken as the moments went by, and finally, with breath held, Liv reached down and put her hand delicately underneath it, fingers together and pointed downward, and then pulled it back until it was flat up against her belly. 

Rudy's eyes were unblinking, fixed on what he'd just seen. It was so beautiful, even if it was a cock. It had a feminine quality to it that astounded him, and now, even covered by that lovely hand - and even the way it was covered, so demurely - he could still only think of it as a clitoris. There had been nothing at all 'manly' about it.

But now that long-fingered hand moved upward slightly, the heel of the hand hiding the almond navel, and then pushed downward. Rudy's jaw felt loose, slack. he couldn't make it move and didn't want to. The girl, this completely beautiful, completely naked girl had just rubbed herself, up and down, once. His eyes shot to her face, glimpsed her eyes as they just now rolled back under heavy lids, and watched the lovely, full mouth fall open slightly. His eyes darted down once more to the down-pointed hand and saw it move up and then down again, with agonizing slowness. He watched the tips of the fingers as they curled slightly underneath the hidden crotch, reaching for an opening that wasn't there - but should have been. There still was nothing about this intriguing creature that even hinted at masculinity - not the knees or thighs or upper arm musculature - and the picture was perfect. Others might have referred to it all as an 'illusion' of femininity, but what Rudy was seeing was no mere attempt to create such a thing.

Now a gasp caught his attention and he raised his eyes, and found Liv staring right back at him, her large eyes still half concealed by her lids. Then her lower lids seemed to rise up as some distant thing, some thought of feeling overwhelmed her. Her eyes lost their focus for a second, and then returned to full awareness.

Liv realized Rudy was staring at her and dropped her eyes instantly to the surface before her. She had never felt so exposed and yet at the same time covered. She knew not what was covering her but it felt warm and comfortable; like an old dress or a comfortable pair of sandals. She pressed her hand firmly against her, sandwiching her penis between her palm and her abdomen, and gasped slightly. 

When was the last time? Weeks - no, months. Seven months ago? No...a year and seven months ago. That one time. Like this, at home...so horny. So lonely. Drinking and touching...like this...like this....

Live felt her organ swell up almost to stiff to keep holding down. It pressed against her palm, wanting to force itself free, but she held it back, held it flat against her, the sensitive underside of it being stimulated by her palm. But the other part of her, that 'other' part, the place where she would have had a vagina and labia, her finger tips now curled against; pressing upward, feeling the muscle beneath, the bone. It would be right here. Right at this spot. Her leaned back on one elbow and raised her knee more, allowing more room to reach under; her foot poised up on its ball now, her lower leg and foot one continuous line.

Rudy smiled at the view. He could see clearly where those long fingers were reaching and wondered why. Was it part of the act? But as he watched how urgently those fingers lifted and pulled upward, he knew it had to be more. Then the dancer rolled her hips a little and Rudy could now see the 'other' hole just behind the smooth underside of the girl's crotch. He wondered idly if it was difficult to shave there, or if she used some sort of depilatory or - ouch! - got herself waxed. A slight wave of jealousy went through him at the thought of someone else - even a hair removal technician - seeing this young, beautiful creature as naked as this, but then remembered that the girl had most likely not been doing what she was doing right then. A smile crept across his lips and remained there.

Liv's pelvis was now rolling slightly - but rhythmically - against the motion of her hand, and the sounds she made could not be mistaken for anything other than a woman in the midst of the most intimate kind of pleasure. Rudy wondered how much semen would spurt from this beauty, imagining it squirting directly against the heel of that grinding hand and leaking sideways across that flat belly. 

He could hardly wait to find out.

For Liv there wasn't only that feeling, that familiar but faraway feeling down there. Pressure, delicious, urgent pressure. Something that wouldn't wait - couldn't. Down there. Right there where her hand was, as if her hand were trying to hold back the pressure building up within.

As if it could.

It needed to come out. All of it. Every bit. It needed to surge outward and not be held back. Not any longer. It had been too long. There was no reason now, not even that...man who had watched. The one who was watching. Where was he? Was it a dream?

Was she dreaming now?

No. Only that pushing, that flexing, that twisting feeling in the core of her belly. That urge to release. To give. To take. She would take, take it all, anything he wanted or needed to give her, but later. Now she needed to release; almost to make room for what he would fill her with.

And she remembered how it had been those few times. With the others. The rich ones, the powerful ones. They were all the same. They pretended with her. They used her like some doll, like a copy of the real thing because they could never have the real thing. The real girl they so cherished.

But Liv was reachable, attainable, and though it had not been many times, not so many as some of her friends from the club, it had been enough. They had 'attained' her for a price and then done what they wanted. And she didn't mind it so much; the bruises went away eventually. They could be covered with makeup. The finger marks on her porcelain white shoulders and arms and calves. But she didn't mind it so much. She never held a grudge, and she was paid handsomely.

But the thought of being filled with this man's seed bothered her even less for some reason. He been more than cordial. He'd treated her kindly and hadn't been pushy. She had finally wanted to give herself totally to him and that was what she was now doing - and that was better than at any other time. Her choice; her choice now to be what he wanted her to be, but to also be herself. Her choice to be herself - for once.

And if he didn't mind, neither would she.

But now it was getting almost beyond recall. She did not want to have it end so soon. The tension, the mounting excitement was almost to the point of anguish, and in itself, that forceful denial, it was the most delicious of torments. So many times she had seen Katie or Ellen from the club, after a particularly erotic routine, return to the dressing room and quickly relieve themselves in a tissue, or Margo standing before the full length mirror, still covered with a gloss of perspiration from her over-the-top performance, and still fully dressed in her costume, masturbating anxiously until she released in large droplets on the floor.

Sometimes even a routine act, done for months on end could suddenly turn too real for even a seasoned performer and force them to do these things or go mad.

But Liv relished those moments, those moments of ultimate want and desire and arousal that were then suppressed, even if the suppression caused more anxiety than it was worth. She lived on abusing herself this way, on not giving her body what it so needed, to completely mistreat it by not allowing it release, and now it was getting too close to that point. She stopped suddenly, pushed her throbbing member back between her thighs and clamped them shut around it. She took a breath and made herself focus, to come back to the present and to reality.

Opening her eyes she saw Rudy sitting where he had been, mouth hanging open now, eyes fixated but only now refocusing on the change, and when he looked up, Liv smiled warmly at him. 

No, this would not end here, now - not like this. It was her choice, and she would do things the way she wished, even if this man was the one paying her.

The wetness in the crotch of Rudy's underwear was not semen but it was close to it. In the past five or ten minutes he'd thought he would simply spurt into his pants and that it would be over and done with. The recent memories of this wondrous girl's dancing at the club paled in comparison, erotic though it had been, to what he had just now witnessed. Nothing could have prepared him for what Liv had done simply by moving her lovely hand slightly back and forth against herself. The way her hips squirmed, her pelvis rolled, the way her nipples rose up so hard and long, and the blank look of ultimate pleasure on her face had been almost more than his body could endure. He'd looked away several times, tried to recall recent stock market quotes, the color of his first wife's hair, but had failed in every attempt to think of something else. His eyes, not focused on the rubbing, pressing hand, would dart away and find some almost equally erotic view - a foot, an ankle, the way the girl's breasts looked so natural; her throat, her hips. But even when he looked at nothing in particular and simply stared at the dancer as a complete person, the way her hips moved, the sounds she made, the almost mindless attention to that one particular thing she had been doing, had still been almost too much to bear.

But now she had stopped. Rudy could only see the smooth curves and contours of the girl's hairless crotch, her beautiful thighs, her knees. He looked up again to the smile, the dimples, the cheekbones and those precious eyes. He didn't know what she was doing, what she was thinking, or what he was going to do - if anything. He could very easily have simply sat there, gazing into that beautiful face for the rest of the night. He wouldn't even have to fuck her now; the images and memories he'd collected would last a lifetime. Even what she was doing now; sitting there in a 'side-saddle' position again, leaning on one hand, legs tucked back under her but her other hand now rubbing her knees, running slowly back down her calves and then back up to her ass. She was still touching herself, just as he'd asked, but maybe not so directly.

Or perhaps there was no difference. A steamy hot passion still seemed to seethe just beneath her pale surface. Her breaths, though calmer, were still deep and her sighing exhalations still spoke of unfulfilled desire. 

Now that roaming hand cupped her breast and squeezed it. Rudy saw how natural her breasts actually were; no sign of implant - nothing but pure womanly form and figure. He felt a dull, persistent throb in the crotch of his pants. He almost wished he had climaxed so he could go on watching the girl undisturbed! His eyes followed that hand, now rubbing downward across the flat belly, reaching the opposite hip, then trailing up again to graze an erect nipple. 

"Huh?" he said. She had said something, asked something. He'd seen her full lips moving, her brows raised in a question, but had not been able to focus on the words. Now she seemed to blush!

"I...I asked," Liv whispered, "If...if you...had something for me to uh, use. Uh...to...play with myself more."

Rudy stared blankly. He had understood her words, but couldn't grasp the meaning of the sentence for a moment. Then it hit him and he felt his face warm in embarrassment.

"Oh, why sure, little lady," he said quickly, and stood. The bulge in his pants had created a wet spot right through to the surface and he saw it and shrugged. Then turning, he went to a closed ornate wooden case on the wall opposite the bed, touched a button and swung the two doors wide open. Within the case were an array of sexual 'implements;' everything from whips and cuffs to an assortment of dildos. Rudy stepped back out of the way and faced the bed and the now amazed girl sitting on it.




Mr. Rudy Ch. 02



Liv could not believe the things in that cabinet, but now stepped lightly off the bed and walked up to it. She was aware of Rudy's eyes upon her, watching her every move but was more interested now in the toys he had. She reached up and selected one of the dildos, took a small foil tube of KY jelly, turned, and strolled back to the bed. She was totally unaware, or unconcerned with the eyes that now almost burned holes in her skin. Rudy could not get enough of how sexy this girl looked even in the simple act of walking across the room. He wished he could ask her to get up again and walk back and forth a few times, but when he looked at the bed and saw what she was doing, the idea of watching that lovely behind swaying again seemed suddenly stupid.

Liv knelt on the bed, sideways to Rudy's line of sight, reaching behind her with one hand, rubbing KY jelly between those same beautiful ass-cheeks he's just watched move across the room, and his mouth fell open; not so much from what she was doing, but 'how' she was doing it. Even in something like this, something as what some might say was vile and unnatural and kinky as preparing her anus for penetration by a dildo, she seemed delicately feminine about it - almost dainty. But as her finger began to push in and massage the lube inside her ring, the pleasure was apparent in her expression, which was now one of absolute submission to what she was feeling.

Liv was only barely aware of any other presence in the room, or the fact that it was not her own modest apartment or her own bed upon which she knelt. There was simply her fingers and how slick and smooth and cool they felt pushing in and out of her rear. Her anal ring yawned, relaxed and fluttered, but she kept pushing deeper and deeper with each stroke, pausing on the inward thrust to pull upward, stretching her pucker even further. In moments she was ready, and without a sound or even a change in her dreamy expression, she took the dildo, applied lubricant to its tip, and reached it behind her. Insertion was smooth and unobstructed. She felt the cool delicately 'skinned' shaft penetrate her deeply and gasped without meaning to. The pleasure was almost unexpected after so many months, but welcomed. She pulled the thing back and thrust in again letting out just the faintest moan, and then stopped, looked down at the stiff, beet-red thing jutting up from between her thighs, and quickly pushed it down and backward with her free hand. She closed her thighs tightly around it and then leaned her face down on that same forearm, closed her eyes and began to ram the dildo rhythmically in and out of herself.

Rudy could look at nothing else but the pale figure on his own bed, ass held high in a chest to knees position, right hand ramming the thick dildo relentlessly in and out between her shapely cheeks. The room was deadly silent but for the soft moans and gasps coming from the side-turned face, and as he took another step closer, he realized that even that one, the actress who this creature so closely resembled, could not possibly have looked more sexual, more uninhibited than this!

But he also realized that her total lack of any constraints, her willingness and openness and pure eroticism had absolutely nothing to do with him: she was simply beyond any and all self-control. Rudy moved a little to the side to get a better view, and stood mesmerized by the sight of the thick, translucent dildo being worked back and forth between the dancer's porcelain ass-cheeks. But what was more, he could now clearly see the head and a little bit of the shaft of Liv's penis as it jutted almost directly backward between her thighs. It was so erect the skin of it was shiny and Rudy instantly wished he hadn't been so specific in asking the girl to play with herself; the urge was now to go there, go to where Liv now squirmed and writhed in her own private world, and to reach out and grasp that reddish knob and start squeezing it.

And as Rudy thought these things, almost in answer to them, a single thick tear of clear fluid dripped off the very end of that swollen head. Rudy watched it fall to the curve of the dancer's calf - it having been put off course by the jiggling of the organ, saw it drip down the side of that perfect leg, and then let his eyes flick downward to the ankle and the foot.

He smiled absently at how the toes were curled upward, how both feet were in such a tense point that the insteps were not actually in contact with the sheets. He remembered kissing those toes, and then he turned his eyes to the face.

Liv's hair was tousled, some stray locks and strands having fallen sideways, but her face was still clearly visible. Her lips were slightly pursed as she panted and gasped through them and every once in a while her teeth would become visible as her mouth turned into a snarl from what she was experiencing, but her eyes remained tightly shut through all. She felt as though her whole life were centered now on that one singular point somewhere behind her, that hole, that opening into which something hard was plunging, plunging, filling her and leaving, over and over again. She felt her world had been that way, always, things coming and going, entering her consciousness and then fading away. But now she was in control. She knew it, felt it. 

And now her back ached slightly. She could not remember when this eternity had begun, but it seemed to have gone on too long. She pushed herself up on one hand and dipped her spine to relieve the pressure. Her other hand went on, with its own will and power it seemed, but now at least the dull throb in her lower back was gone. But she could also feel her breasts moving beneath her, swaying, jouncing at times, the tautness in her belly, the power in her shoulders and legs; it was as though her whole body was pulled as tight as a bowstring, ready to snap and be released. And beyond this, beyond and below and behind, somewhere deep, deep inside, there was a warmth, a numbing warmth almost, that was what that stretched and wide-open part of her was producing. It was almost a falling asleep but into a higher level of awareness and all that awareness, all that focus was in the tense, well lubricated walls of her precious opening. A throbbing began, slow and rhythmic, and the warmth built up and up. An almost overflowing feeling began to take hold of her, a pushing and urgency that was now almost beyond recall. She instantly stopped pumping the dildo into herself and drew a breath. She held it and then let it out slowly, then once again.

The uplifting throb subsided slightly and Liv rolled to her side, her thighs still tightly clamping their prisoner between them, her one hand still keep the dildo within her, and lay there breathing, eyes half closed and mind still in that faraway place she had allowed herself to visit.

It had been close this time, closer than most others, but she had been able to come back from the brink. Her lower parts still twitched and clenched from what had almost happened, but even they were settling down as she was. So close.

But the longing was too powerful. She couldn't rest, could not be satisfied with the ache she now felt, not as she had done in the past. It was too late to turn back and simply let the tremors subside. Reaffirming her grip on the base of Rudy's toy, she pulled it out, pushed it back in and curled almost in half from the sudden surge of need. She felt her organ tremble, stiffen, and with another quick, unconscious movement, made sure it was tucked downward and backward, out of sight.

Rudy however, had moved so that now, with Liv in a fetal position, the angle was more than enough to see exactly what the girl was doing to herself. The small rigid shaft was well in sight, and when the girl jostled it back into place, Rudy could do nothing but smile at it. His was the perfect viewing position now. He leaned forward in the chair he had taken, eyes fixed on the eager way she was presently 'touching' herself. As he continued to watch, the tip of her organ's head began to drool again, a thick, silvery-clear fluid.



Mr. Rudy Ch. 03



Fine silky threads followed each drop as it plunged downward onto the backs of her calves and with each drop it seemed that the size of the head increased, to the point where it looked like it might split open. And through all this was the silence of the room, almost deafening, punctuated only by the soft swishing sound of the slick implement traveling in and out of the overworked orifice it penetrated. Rudy let his eyes wander down to the smooth heels, the arches, the toes, then back up to the slimy patches now leaking downward over the smoothness of the calves. He raised his eyes to the buttocks, stared between them at the seemingly oversized shaft being used, then let his gaze drop to the partial shaft and spongy head of the other thing in question. And a question was what he had. He wondered if he would witness the girl's - and there was still nothing to convince him Liv was otherwise - ultimate release brought on by this, or if she would eventually simply grip her penis and jerk it off as any male would. 

But then there was an almost agonized moan. Rudy's eyes flew to Liv's head, now tossed backward, mouth open wide, then back to the spot where the proof would be. With one and then two more deep, slow plunges, Liv brought herself off. The penis throbbed, undulated between those milky thighs, and then released a long, powerful squirt of the dancer's most intimate fluid. It was almost clear because of the amount of time since her last ejaculation, but the volume seemed impossible. Then another excited gush, then another. Rudy counted six in a row, each giving perhaps a tablespoons' worth of liquid, but even when it seemed the climax might be over, Liv once again began to thrust in and out of herself, forcing as much as possible out of her body.

It was as though lightning had come down and filled the room. Liv gasped, moaned. Her body felt as though it was becoming concave, so much pushing out of that one place between her legs that everything else seemed to be getting sucked down and out. She curved her back, angling her ass up, then felt the burning warmth that this time she would not try to resist. She let go. She let herself totally go and now felt hot droplets spattering down over her calves, down her ankles. She leaned down, catching her breath, and felt more inner tenseness and undulations. Her thing gushed, it flexed almost like a muscle, squeezing, pushing, forcing out more of what still felt like too much inside her. 

Gasping, she felt her chest filling, her nipples rising hard. Warmth oozed down the backs of her calves and now her leg muscles flexed and locked, her pointing feet lifted off the bed. More semen pushed out but there was really no emptying. There seemed to be too much, so much that it would never all come out of her. And she wanted it out. It had been too long, too many nights and weeks and months. Too much. She focused all her mind on that one place back there and felt another wave of release rising up from her inward most place. More jizz spit out of her, wetting the backs of her heels now, and she arched and gasped as a shiver went up her spine. The electric feeling shot up over her shoulders and down her front, making her nipples stand on end, then flashed downward to her navel where it seemed to angle directly into her belly and then curve downward again to tighten the muscles engulfing the thick, still buried intrusion. Tightening her fingers around it, she pulled it back and shoved it in, once, twice, and felt her organ lifting, rippling slowly as it pushed yet more semen out of her.

Rudy knew the messy wet feeling in the front of his pants wasn't simply pre-cum, nor was it his incontinence troubling him at a wrong moment. He'd simply gushed in his pants. But even the wonder of that, of something that he hadn't experienced in years, was of little weight to him right then. All that seemed important was the way the beauty on the bed just seemed to keep orgasming. She twitched, gasped, and another small amount of semen pulsed out of her softening organ and dripped down on her legs. It had been perhaps a dozen or so squirts so far, far more than he had ever witnessed before, but things did seem to be slowing now; the anxious ramming of her butt with that dildo was lessening, calming; her breathing was becoming smoother, more even and calm; even her legs were relaxing a little and laying flat on the bed again. She still held her hands and knees position, but the shivers that were so obvious as they shot through her body - making her almost hop up and down on the mattress - became less and less frequent and now stopped all together.

Drained, Liv eased the toy out of her body, dropped it beside her and stretched out flat on the bed. She writhed contentedly, pulling the rumpled sheets and bedspread under head and laying her cheek upon the mound, opening her eyes and smiling at Rudy through the veil of disheveled hair partly hiding her face. She crossed her right ankle over the left and when shin and calf met, she felt the lotion of her own release smear between them.

Rudy was speechless. His eyes were directly on Liv's, as if searching to understand what sort of magic she had performed, but he still didn't have a clue. Now he looked at the rest of her, the creamy shape of her shoulders, the sweep of her back, the rise of her buttocks and the perfect shape and form of her long legs. He glanced at her ankles, then studied her feet for another second before taking his eyes back to her face.

"You, little lady, are..." he stammered, "...are...incredible...." 

Liv's smile blossomed. She giggled delightedly and then nestled her face deeper into the mound of sheets. She felt as he had spoken, incredible. Nothing remained of any tension, any want or desire. She felt completely drained, supremely happy. Now she would do whatever else he wanted, gladly, if only he would ask. But he looked troubled, stunned. She suddenly feared she had upset him somehow, or had gone too far. She studied his eyes, wondering if he was now disgusted with her. She thought that perhaps her 'thing' had interrupted the fantasy - even though he had seen it at the club. She had tried to hide it, even in the end when worlds seemed to explode with pure lava. She crossed her legs the other way now, trying to rub off the evidence of her pleasure. 

"You really are, you know?" Rudy continued, and as he stood from his chair he felt his cock slither downward against the crotch of his underwear. He could feel the cool stickiness there as well, but didn't care if the girl saw it - or if the whole world did. He took a step toward her, eyes flickering back and forth from her face to her feet, and wondered if his pleasure could have been any more intense if he had actually been inside the dancer's lovely ass when he'd exploded. 

He doubted it. The girl was like a living, breathing, walking, talking wet dream. He finally sat at the edge of the bed beside her, smiling down at her. Liv turned her head more, then lifted a shoulder and turned on her side. She slid her one knee up slightly, hiding her crotch, but the man's eyes flew to her ass, which was now displayed much better.

Rudy wanted to touch her there, to put his hand on that smooth shape, and then to run his hand down her thigh to her knee. He wanted to slip his fingers around her ankle and then let them trail down the top of her foot. He looked upward across her trim belly to the beautiful breasts and light brown nipples. They lay together now, side to side because of the way she was reclined, and knew he would find enjoyment just having his cock between them. He finally looked up into her eyes, her large, crystal blue eyes, and was again taken by how even they smiled at him.

But he couldn't touch her; he didn't want to. Somehow it would spoil what had happened just now; the self-contained passion that this beautiful creature had let erupt would have been less if he had intervened - and would become less if he now tried to join in the aftermath. Rudy simply sat there, looking at her face, and the dimples of her smile as it widened across her full mouth.

Liv brushed the hair out of her eyes and kept looking at the man. She could smell the scent of his pleasure and saw the dark stain in the front of his pants, but wondered if he were still interested in taking things further. She knew she was. Even after the intensity of her own climax, she felt ready for more. It sometimes happened that way; so many months of self enforced celibacy would not be appeased not even with the single, enormous release; tremors of which were still traveling through her now. Straightening her cocked leg again, she stretched her shoulders upward and felt a vein of tightness twist through her groin. Her limp, sticky organ stirred against the sheets and she tightened her ass muscles and pressed her pelvis downward into the mattress, enjoying the pressure.

Focusing again on Rudy, she wondered if he would be up for another round - perhaps this time 'with' her instead of simply being a voyeur. The man's eyes slid down her legs and she tensed them and pointed her feet to give him the best display. She felt energetic and full of life, but also playful and kittenish. She raised her lower legs, crossing them at the ankles and stretched her feet toward the ceiling. Again Rudy took the time to glance over and this delighted Liv. Having this man so obviously attracted to her made her feel special - in ways she rarely felt. Normally it was purely sex and always sexual release on other people's part - never hers. Not like this. This one man had somehow allowed her to be totally herself, totally unashamed and uninhibited and for this alone she now wanted to give something back to him. Taking a deep breath, she sighed contentedly, making Rudy look up from his study of her feet.

"Well, you are too," she whispered, continuing from his last words. "It's almost like magic; you made me feel so wonderful, and you never even laid a hand on me." She smiled and rested her head back on the mount of sheets again, enjoying the fact that he too was smiling again and not looking so serious and troubled.

But Rudy knew the magic was all hers. He'd only given her the opportunity, not even knowing what the outcome would be, and he had gotten more than his money's worth. He let his eyes move slowly down from the girl-boy's beautiful face, down her pale shoulders and back, and then down to the shapely curve of her ass. He lifted his eyes to her raised legs again, enjoyed the sight of her feet, her toes, her ankles and heels, then looked back at her face once more, still trying to see through her expression, searching for some hidden thought or agenda.

There still didn't seem to be one. She seemed quite pure - even with all she must have been through - and simple in her wants and needs. And apparently, he'd satisfied her as much or more than she'd done to him. He tried to imagine the person who Liv so closely resembled laying there naked and available, but could not picture her now. That memory had been wiped cleanly away by the almost glowing presence of the dancer. He only wished he were young enough to take her and make love to her properly; to lick her entire body, to bathe her with his tongue, and then to put himself into her, deep inside her, and see if a second round of such full and passionate penetration would bring her off again. He began to wish he were even forty and not sixty-three - or even fifty. He remembered the women he'd had, the countless beautiful bodies, the legs and asses, remembered how it felt to be inside them, but still did not feel a rise in the sticky mess in his trousers. He smiled wearily at the girl on the bed.

"But my magic's all gone, honey," he whispered. "I'm totally...wiped out." Liv's eyes lit up. Her dimples deepened as her smile warmed.

"Really?" she asked. "May I...may I see?" 

Rudy was flabbergasted. Here he had just admitted to being done for the night and this beauty had just asked him to show her his cock! Was she going to make fun of him? Surely she'd had men before, and surely they'd been more virile. On the other hand, he had asked her to show him a private side of herself, and that she had done. Now the shoe was on the other foot.

His eyes darted to her pointing feet, and he smiled, nodded, stood up and unzipped his pants to show her. Liv rolled on her side and brought her leg up again. She propped her head up on one hand and watched, and when Rudy had stood, undone his pants and let them and his boxers fall to his knees, she stared at what was there. It was big, even limp as it was, and the balls behind it hung low and loose in their sac. The entire area was still slick and wet with what had come out of him and this alone made her smile. But more than that, it brought her desires instantly up to the point where she could simply let herself go again. She didn't know how this all was happening, but somehow this man was giving her something that she simply did not want to toss aside. The next moment she had turned, scooted toward the standing man, and quickly put his flaccid organ between her full lips. She pulled on it, letting it slide through her lips, then used her tongue to pull it back in when she pushed her head forward again. She felt it stir - just as her own mild erection was doing now - and then she slipped gracefully off the bed and knelt there, eyes closing, mouth hungrily slurping on the slowly firming shaft.

Rudy could not believe what he was seeing, feeling or being a part of. He could feel a boner forming inside the girl's hot mouth, watched her dark head going back and forth slowly and then more quickly, felt her tongue rubbing the underside of his thing, and still could not believe it! He hadn't asked her to do this, hadn't demanded it of her, nor reminded her of any obligation she had toward him - she had simply done it. He looked down past the shoving head, the ivory shoulders and reaching arms, to the thighs. He leaned a little to see if there was any evidence of her renewed excitement, but she had secretly pushed her growing erection downward between her thighs again, all without thinking. 

But even so, Liv could feel it pressing against and between the backs of her calves as she went on sucking on Rudy's organ. She felt her anus squeeze and twitch a little, felt her heart speed up and took a deep breath through her nose as she kept teasing and licking and slurping on the man's cock. It was already cleaned of any previous ejaculate and was now only fresh, clean, tender skin rubbing between her lips. She was amazed and happy at how thick he was, how stiff he was becoming, but knew she would let him decide which way he wanted her. It didn't matter at all to her. She simply wanted to give him back what he had already given her, and this was her only goal.

Rudy closed his eyes and remembered other mouths, other lips and how they'd felt around his dick, and could not seem to recall any that had felt warmer, wetter, more eager to please, or more talented. He began to pull and push his hips against the motion of those wonderful lips and in moments was gently humping the girl's mouth. Reaching down, he took hold of Liv's head, and widened his stance just a little; she was a tall girl, just as tall as he was, but he didn't want her having to lift up to much. Finally at the correct cock-to-mouth level, Rudy let his pelvis go on its own, opening his eyes to once again see the beauty who had so willingly given herself to him.

Liv became aware of Rudy's gaze and raised his eyes to him, never letting her mouth slip from his thrusting organ. The look on his face was a mixture of desire and satisfaction (at doing what he was doing), but also a great amount of wonder; almost bewilderment. She couldn't help but smile, though it was awkward with such a thick rod shoving in and out of her mouth, and it was because she enjoyed being enjoyed like this; to be appreciated, to be 'taken' and cherished. She knew she might never see him again after this night, but the memories would stay with her; his looks, his eyes, the way he appreciated how she looked, and didn't mind her boy-side - but especially and still, the way he had given her freedom. She kept her eyes raised directly into his and tightened her lips around him. He was so thick now that her mouth was almost wide open, and she started to wonder how it would feel to have something that big in her other place. And the thought of that only made her own erection increase. She had only ever felt this way twice in her life, but both those times had been when she had been by herself. It was new and exciting to feel this way while actually with someone. She enjoyed the pressure, the strain her cock was now putting against the soft flesh of her inner thighs, and she almost spread her knees to let it out, but caught herself and remembered that perhaps was not the time. She pushed one hand down firmly between her thighs to reposition her erection, tightened her thighs muscles, and then went back to enjoying the big thing gliding in and out of her mouth.

Even with his unusual second erection, Rudy's legs were getting tired; his legs and his knees especially. Ten minutes had gone by, ten silent, wonderful minutes of doing something he hadn't done in years, but now it was time for a change. He stopped, pulled gently back, and looked down at the charming, smiling creature who still knelt there like some white marble statue, looking up at him. His eyes went to the perfect thighs, the breasts, nipples, shoulders and that incomparable face, but they weren't satisfied. He wanted to view all of her, to enjoy every part of her.

"Wanna get on the bed again?" he breathed, and the lower lids of Liv's eyes curved up in a smile. She nodded and quickly hopped up on the bed, sitting there with one leg crossed over the other, hands holding her foot. Rudy got his tie off, his shirt and undershirt, then got his shoes, socks and everything else off. He went quickly to the light switch by the door, turned the lights down low and came back to the bed. He knelt beside Liv, and then with tenderness and care, he pushed her flat on her back and lay against her, kissing her lips until they opened and started kissing him back.

Her tongue was soft and warm against his. Timid almost, hesitant. Rudy wondered if she'd ever been kissed much, or if she'd only been treated roughly and uncaringly - as he himself had so often treated the women he'd bought through his life. He pressed his lips against hers and felt how soft they were, how full and wide. He pushed harder, driving his tongue into her mouth and she simply relaxed and let him do what he wanted. He licked the roof of her mouth, her teeth, rubbed his tongue against hers, and then pulled away and planted his lips around the closest of her nipples. He sucked it, licked it and felt it rising between his lips. He heard her gasp, sigh, and when she put her arm over her head and arched her chest out to him, he felt as though a signal had been given, and he closed his eyes and began to enjoy that one breast. For almost ten minutes he licked and kissed and nibbled on that breast, and then quickly leaned over the girl's panting and now squirming form to the other. He treated it just the same as the first, and by the time he finally sat back, Liv was completely and totally his. Her eyes were hidden under nearly closed lids, her breathing was making her boobs rise and fall quickly, and the flatness of her well toned belly was concaved deeply enough when she inhaled that her ribs all showed. Then his eyes went further down her body and saw only the beautiful sweep of her bald V. He wondered if 'it' would pop up and wanted it to. He would suck on it shamelessly, boldly, and have it spurt in his mouth. He would drink down whatever came out of it because even though he had experimented with other men in his life - and had allowed himself to enjoy it for what it was - this person, this wonderful, beautiful creature next to him, was in no way a man. Biologically perhaps, but the essence was of pure femininity.




Mr. Rudy Ch. 03



And so would whatever gushed out of her.

He paused, enjoying the sensuous way Liv continued to squirm, then watched as she brought her right leg up slightly at the knee. Somehow, even with one thigh flat and the other now up, she was able to keep her organ firmly hidden from view. He marveled at this for a moment more, then leaned that way and began to kiss her belly. Another gasp filled his ears, and the flat belly pulled down from him, but he went on, tongue searching for - and finally finding - the navel. He pressed his tongue tip in there, felt the girl shake beneath him, then felt her fingers reach around his erection and squeeze it. He looked back to see her head moving toward his crotch, and quickly did what she was so accustomed to doing; he reached down and tucked his erection back between his legs and out of her reach. She looked at him with a frustrated expression, but then he moved even further down her body and kissed her abdomen, just above her hairless crotch.

Another sigh. A gasp. The one raised leg moved restlessly, lowering, raising again. Rudy looked beyond the place that he was kissing, looked at the long, straightened leg, the pretty foot and the toes, smiled to himself, and then ran his tongue right down the center of the girl's crotch. She jerked, shook, but he did it again; his tongue flat and wide, creating a wet streak downward across the flesh covered pubic bone. 

"...oh my god, mister--"

"--Rudy," Rudy said.

"...Rudy," Liv moaned. She now raised her other leg, thighs together, and had the impulse to simply spread her knees and let her excitement pop up into view, but instinct kept her from doing it. The man now ran his wet tongue up her right thigh, down the left, and then he moved downward, out of her reach. She cocked her head to look at him and smiled secretly. He was so intent on her legs and knees, he didn't notice, and that was okay by her. 

He was paunchy, but still handsome. Hairy everywhere, even his ass. But she felt such affection for him, it was almost like being with a long-ago lover. She was happy to be with him, to be naked for him, and felt safe and comfortable to be there. Now he was licking her shins and the excitement made her point both feet down into the mattress; heels up and the balls of her feet pressed firmly. She saw him lean down out of sight and glanced over at his erection. She had had it all the way in her mouth but hadn't really seen it up to now. Even it was handsome; thick and long with a beautifully bulging head. She felt his tongue trailing down her shins, wiping first one, then the other, and then felt his attentions slipping past her ankles and going to the insteps of both feet. Shivers raced up her legs and made her penis lift up again. She raised her knees more and pulled her feet back toward her, trying to keep her erection hidden, but that warm and wonderful tongue just followed her feet inward, its tip now rubbing against the tops of her toes.

Her legs had always been extremely sensitive to touch. Even shaving them always gave Liv a silent little thrill which required moments to recover from. Now someone was actually making love to them - her feet and legs - and it was like nothing else she'd ever experienced. Normally, men simply thought of a girl's legs as something to ogle and then shove out of the way in order to get at 'the prize.' This man was different though.

Now Rudy gently cradled Liv's right foot in both hands and lifted it up and out, her heel leaving the security of the back of her thigh. She felt exposed now. He could see 'it' if he looked, and there was nothing she could do about it except to--

Live leaned her other leg aside, letting her cock spring up in her lap. She reached quickly down and scooped her scrotum up along with it, and then shut her thighs again, locking it out of sight from where Rudy now huddled. If he glanced up now, he would only see the smooth underside of her crotch. He would probably think the fading thin line up the middle of that area was simply a birth mark, and in a way it was; from shortly after her birth. 

A decision not made by her.

But feeling safe from having her real sex uncovered now, Liv closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the man's wonderful tongue. He licked the entire top of her foot, pushed his tongue between each toe, and then lifted her foot more and licked the underside. Shivers went all through her once more, but this time she didn't fear being betrayed by her excitement.

Rudy had glanced up however, and had seen what the girl was so inherently timid about and had loved what he'd seen. The small organ was circumcised and along with the scrotum was smoothly shaved. But even then, even looking at it so closely, he could hardly make himself believe it was 'manly;' because though it obviously was what it was, on Liv's body, between these gorgeous long legs, it represented nothing else but a clitoris as he'd realized before. Oversized perhaps, but at just over two inches fully erect, it was, physically, a close match.

But now Rudy was preoccupied with her feet. They weren't small - as Liv wasn't a small person - but they were pretty; prettier and more endearing than any Rudy had ever seen or touched. And, apparently, they were much more receptive to touch than any others. Rudy now pulled out the other foot and began to lick it and kiss it, and as he did, he moved more directly below Liv on the foot of the bed. Leaning down he resumed tongue-bathing the girl's toes and when this made her gasp and stretch her foot downwards, it only excited him more. Reaching up, he took hold of both her ankles and pulled her legs out flat. She resisted until her hand covered her crotch, and when she finally let her legs be pulled out, there was a quick movement as she stuffed her organ downward and out of sight again. Rudy smiled and shook his head a little; the picture was now 'perfect' again - a smooth, featureless crotch - but he wondered when she would once again throw caution and habit to the wind and let herself go. Looking straight down at the squirming feet in his hands, Rudy closed his eyes and began to suck on each of the ten toes in turn, enjoying each as if they were lollipops.

Her toes were long, smooth, with shortly trimmed nails and no sharp edges. His tongue told him everything. They had been manicured, polished, but not with nail polish. They were unpainted, simple, pure and unpretentious as the rest of her. But as he continued to taste and explore them, one foot would always try to wipe downward across the other, trying to keep his attentions at a distance. He refused to go, refused to leave them alone, and finally held each firmly in his hands. But the rest of her body squirmed and writhed just as her had been doing. She seemed at the point - and Rudy had looked forward to this over the past minutes - where she might just let go again, to break free from the bonds and boundaries she had placed on herself . He wondered what it would be like to see her cup her genitals in one hand again as before, but to see it from this angle, and this up close. The thought enticed him. He wished there were a way to make her do it - or to make her know that it was alright to do it. Merely mentioning it might be too crass at this point.

But then her ankles took his attention and he began to lick his way up from the toes, across the insteps, and up to the ankles. The legs kept moving restlessly, knees rubbing against each other, but the thighs remained tightly shut. Rudy kissed the ankles, and then reached up and kissed the shin of the left leg. He heard another gasp, then saw the girl reach up with both hands and grab hold of her breasts - and not too gently at that. She began to massage her tits, the bottom of her chin now turning left and right and Rudy stopped what he was doing for a moment to watch. She seemed on the verge of letting go again. She gasped, shivered, her shoulders lifted and her hands squeezed hard, portions of her creamy breasts pushing out between her fingers. She seemed to be waiting, holding her breath, and then all at once she exhaled, and went limp. Rudy panic. He wondered if she had just now shot her load downward into the bed where he could not see, and suddenly needed to know. He lurched upward, tore the girl's knees apart and was happy and surprised when her cock sprung up like steel. Her hands were instantly there, covering herself, but Rudy, now straddling the girl's ankles, realized his own erection was stiffly pointing downward against those same ankles. He paused and looked down between his knees, saw the stark contrast of his beet red dick and her pale while legs, and could not help but to take advantage of the position. Lowering his crotch, he pressed his cock against her shins and began to rub it back and forth, and when he did, hands were suddenly holding his face, making him look up.

Liv had such a look of longing and need on her face that it surprised Rudy. Then she nodded once to him and in all the thoughts that were now racing through his head - not the least of which was the way she had now brought her feet back a little and was now clasping them firmly around his dick - that it took him several seconds to understand what she had just agreed to! But then her arms folded over her face, her chest lifted, and her feet remained snug around his organ, and when she sighed an almost whimpering sigh, he understood. Rudy looked down between his legs, saw the same lovely feet he had just so enjoyed, and began thrusting himself between them, slowly. He saw a clear drop of excitement ooze out the head and as it dripped down on the now rubbing feet, it made everything smoother, wetter.

It didn't take long before he realized he enjoyed this - the feel and the sight of it - as much if not more than when he had been ramming her obliging mouth. His erection filled, increased every time he took a moment to look down at what he was doing - and how Liv was using her feet to increase his pleasure - and he wondered if she would be terribly disappointed if he simply ejaculated right where he was. He knew she would most likely not mind, seeing how sweet and accommodating she was, but...he wanted to do more for her. He wanted her pleasure to be his, at the same time if possible. He looked up to see if her own pleasure had popped into view - which it hadn't, though by the look of that pretty crotch, it looked like it was straining to be set free - and then looked up past the heaving breasts to the face.

Liv was looking directly at him, blue eyes focused directly into his, expression calm but eyebrows raised, almost waiting - as if waiting for an answer.



Mr. Rudy Ch. 04



Liv only realized Rudy was looking at her face a moment after it happened. She had been lost in her feelings, her thoughts of how this man could be doing such things to her - and not be a dream - and had only then opened her eyes. The question was still on her face when he looked, and when she saw his puzzlement, she instantly brought her mind back to the present and smiled at him.

"Anything you want Mr. Rudy," she said, purposefully mixing both versions of what she had previously called him, "You can have. I sure wouldn't mind getting my feet wet," she said with a knowing grin, "But...anything you want...." Rudy's cock flexed hard between the rubbing sides of Liv's soft feet. He looked into her happy, inviting eyes once more, then moved back until her feet were once again before him. He looked down at them, then up the silky legs which were now straightening, trying to reach his crotch again, but before those precious feet could touch him, Rudy bore down on them instead and began to roughly, passionately thrust his organ against their tops.

Liv held still for it. She knew this was what he wanted, the way he wanted her, and the sensation of having that warm, fleshy shaft grinding against her was so wonderful she knew it would please her just as much. But then the man took hold of her ankles, pulled them wide apart and pushed her legs straight up into the air. Liv went to cover her suddenly exposed sex, but then the man was moving in closer on his knees, closer and closer until his cock was right near where her trembling hands were still trying to conceal herself. Rudy bore downward, making his cock head press against the girl's downward pointing fingertips. She resisted, but then felt more pressure, and allowed Rudy to push his organ under her hands along with her own up-angled erection. The feeling was incredible! To have her sensitive under-seam against his, his massive thing pressing bottom to bottom against her tiny shaft, and all of this happening under her own pressing hands.

She looked up at him, startled, amazed and puzzled, but Rudy was smiling down at her. Her turned to kiss her ankle but never let his eyes leave hers, and then pushed and pulled his pelvis, making his organ thrust in and out under Liv's hands. Her eyes rolled back; she gasped. Rudy pushed her legs back and little more, spread them and moved in closer. He'd been in this very position many times with many others, but this was like the first time. When he felt her begin to bend her knees, she relaxed his grip and let her ankles turn in his fingers. Her knees bent and her legs came up and rested gently on his shoulders. She had her eyes open now and they smiled at him as warmly as was her mouth.

"...please fuck me, Mr. Rudy," she whispered, and she let her knees sway wide open, her heels still hooked on his shoulders, and she took her hands away from her crotch and placed them behind her knees, letting her erection show completely. Rudy looked down at the simple, quiet way the girl had given herself to him, and smiled. Reaching down, he placed his hands on the backs of hers, pushed so she would know he wanted her knees pulled way back, and when Liv did as he wanted, her knees almost to her breasts, Rudy crouched down, grapsed his rod and fed its head into the still-slick opening that had now come into view. Liv's eyes went wide, but her expression broke into a happy grin, and then, when Rudy pushed, her eyes fell shut as her mouth fell open.

There was only the slightest discomfort, and then Liv took a breath and relaxed. He was all the way inside her. She had stretched herself so wide open and for such a long time that when the man pushed, he had sunken into her with no effort. Now her insides quivered and tensed around him, squeezing him snugly and then releasing. She had never felt so open, so completely and totally penetrated. Granted she had had men in her before, but she had never felt so joined with them; never like this. Liv wiggled a little, getting into a more comfortable position and aligning her rectum with the angle of the man's organ, and then slid her arms above her head, took a breath and opened her eyes.

He was so handsome. Even if it was for this one night, she would always remember it, but especially now, how it felt to have him finally inside her. Inside a place where to her at least, it really counted. He pulled back and the slippery friction of his massive thing moving within her took her breath away. Then he pushed in again, slowly, and Liv felt whole, totally fulfilled. Her penis lifted up and wagged with the beat of her heart, but not even it was the focus of what she was feeling. She let her eyes wander up her spread leg, to the thumb and forefinger which wrapped around her ankle, then up the arm to the shoulder and then to the face. Rudy was smiling at her. He wasn't leering or glaring. He was looking at her with a warmth and kindness and desire she had never seen. Idly she wondered if the girl she looked like had ever had such a feeling and hoped she had.

It was something everyone should at least once, experience.

But now he was fucking her. Shivers raced up and down her spine, over her shoulder and down to her boobs. Her nipples hardened. The shockwave raced into her navel and made her cock stand on end. It seemed to vibrate, seemed to be so sensitive the air which surrounded it almost hurt at its touch. But she was being screwed face to face. She pulled her legs back and open as far as she could, till her knees were touching the bed and knew that she had never been this open before in her life; she had never been given this chance. Rudy was taking her like a real woman and not the way she had been taken so many times - on hands and knees. She knew biological women got screwed that way too, but this was more intimate, more personal, more 'normal' in a strange way. And as it went on, Liv's body began to bounce from Rudy's urgent, more forceful thrusts. Her cock jounced stiffly between her abdomen and his and whenever it bounced upward and touched his skin, she felt a shiver go through her. 

And now Rudy reached down and grabbed Liv's ankles. He pulled her legs up to him, put her feet together side by side in front of him, and kissed her toes. He felt her anal ring flutter tightly around his thrusting cock and so kissed those toes again. Another squeeze. He smiled, closed his eyes and opened his mouth around Liv's big-toe. It slipped in and she jerked. She tried to pull her foot away but he held tight and started sucking her toe even as he continued pounding himself in and out of her ass. Opening his eyes he looked to see what sort of expression she had on her face and wasn't all the surprised to find a panicked look on her face. 

Every part of you needs to be fucked, girl...including these.... 

For fifteen minutes there was only that sound, the juicy, moist sound of Rudy's stiffness plunging back and forth within Liv's well lubricated rectum, but then Liv could no longer remain quiet. She had let soft gasps and moans escape her lips, but now the pleasure was too great to remain silent. Her soft cries developed into hoarse groans and harsh inhalations. Her moans were long and low, and Rudy soon found himself aroused and inspired more than he had ever been. Even in this, even in the midst of real passion, there was not one sound that came from the girl which belied her womanly appearance. She was truly female and had been such day and night, asleep or awake, since birth. None of it, not even now, had been simply an act.

Liv felt the familiar warming of her insides; that twisting, trembling warmth emanating right where the head of the man's dick was hitting. But that was the joyful part of all this; the sensation wasn't being caused by a mere dildo - this was the real thing, doing the real thing inside her; a relentless hammering of his hardness into her suppleness. She reached down and ran her hand gently up from her crotch, feeling her balls in their sac and her stiff little organ. Rudy noticed the movement, even around the foot he was now licking and stopped.

"If you want to rub it, then rub it," he offered, but Liv opened her eyes from some half-dream and smiled as she shook her head. She slid both hands up under her breasts and squeezed them.

"...I won't have to," she moaned, and she suddenly wrapped her legs around Rudy's side and pulled him down over her. "...not with what you're doing to me...." Rudy smiled, leaned over on his hands and let his lower half go on its own. The girl beneath him was being jolted up and down by his furious thrusts but through it all she simply tilted her head back, lifted her chin and closed her eyes. Her mouth fell wide open and a low moan began somewhere deep in her chest and began to rise in pitch. It got louder and louder and louder still and Rudy just went on slamming her as hard and as deeply as he could. He had not felt this energetic or virile in a dozen years and now, even if he died, he would die happy.

"Mr. Rudy, Mr. Rudy...Mister....Ruuu-dy...."

Liv felt her body overflowing. No stopping it. No turning back. It was coming out. All of it. She gasped, grunted, held her breath. A vein of liquid heat seemed to burst through its dam somewhere and come coursing up fast. She felt it curving through her insides then up through the very core of her organ. She grunted, cried out and Rudy felt the trembling of the fist like sleeve around his prick. He looked down just in time to see clear whitish strings gushing out the end of the girl's sex and landing on her concaved belly. More came out. He pulled back and shoved in and more came out. The little cock was undulating - just as he'd seen before - and spitting all of its pent up desires and emotions out. But it wasn't just a cock that was orgasming; the girl herself was undulating, gasping, shivering. Her orgasm seemed to intensify and Rudy made sure to simply continue with what he'd been doing, not wanting to interrupt her pleasure.

But as he looked at her, heard her scream and whimper in climax, his own body began to boil and push and squeeze out its ultimate release. He felt his dick throbbing inside her, deep inside her, felt globs of semen that seemed almost too big, squirt out of him and into the girl's insides. She moaned, feeling it, her legs now lifting off from around his sides and sticking straight up in the air. They shook even as the rest of her body did and for a moment she and Rudy froze deathly still, swarms of buzzing pleasure filling them both to overflowing. Liv's organ gushed twice more, the puddle on her belly growing, and Rudy just remained there on hands and knees - and then elbows and knees - relishing the sensation of the girl's anal ring quivering around him. He pulled back and shoved in again, causing Liv to grunt, and then gave her two more rapid, deep thrusts and stopped.

Her face as though it were glowing, lit from within. Her eyes were still closed, her mouth still open but she seemed to emanate some strange, warm light. He glanced down at her chest, her shoulders - everywhere he looked there seemed to be something glowing through her pale skin. He leaned down and rested his cheek against her shoulder, felt her arms come up to embrace him and exhaled. His belly drooped down over hers and he felt the hot little stick that was her cock, twitching between them. He inhaled so his stomach would press down harder, and she took a breath to press upward against him. There was such a puddle of semen that the contact made a quantity of it leak off to the sides. Liv felt it and touched a finger to her left side, wetting it and smiling at the sight when she brought her hand to her face.

Her happy eyes went from her dripping finger to the man who had made it happen in the first place. She couldn't prevent her face from breaking out in a broad smile and felt glad inside when that smile was returned. Rudy, feeling a little mischievous, reared back and thrust his still firm organ into Liv twice in a row. Her eyes rolled back. She gasped. Rudy felt her cock lift up between then, and then he stopped and waited for the girl to open her eyes again.

""You're evil!" she laughed, and to prove the point, Rudy pushed himself back on his knees, took hold of her legs, raised them, and started thrusting in and out of her again until his organ began too limp to remain inside her ten minutes later.

Liv nearly passed out from the excessive pleasure, but enjoyed every stroke. When the man finally popped out of her, he had accomplished forcing every last drop of her pleasure out of her into a fresh puddle on her belly. Moments after Rudy got off her and came to lay against her side, Liv let herself fall asleep, and didn't open her eyes until morning.

Having normally been driven home or dropped off somewhere, Liv was at first surprised by her surroundings. She was in the same bed as last night, but beautiful white curtains blew inward from the opened windows they covered. The room was cool and bright. She looked beside her for her companion and found no one there, realizing that perhaps the older man was done with her and would perhaps send a maid or attendant in to escort her discreetly out of the place. To be a man was sometimes never to admit that any other man interested you. She was technically a man, and understood. 

Lifting the covers she saw that she was still in the same state she remembered and glanced around for her clothes, but for a moment all the memories of the night before came to mind and she found herself smiling. Indeed she would remember this for the rest of her life. To have been allowed to be herself? It had been the most wonderful time in her life. Pulling the covers aside she swung her feet to the floor, but noticed something sparkle and stopped to look. She raised her left leg straight out and saw the sparkle again; a yellowish band around the third toe of her foot. She brought her foot back for closer inspection and touched the smooth, warm band.

"...I really hope it doesn't have that engraving like from the movie about the One Ring and all that stuff," she grumbled to herself, but removing it, she looked at it closely. There was in fact engraving on the inside, and she nearly tossed it aside, but then looked closer and read it aloud.

"Would you do me the honor of marrying me?" she spoke, and when the words hit home, her mouth fell open in shock.

"Yes, I would indeed," Rudy said from the now open doorway. "But...what of you?" Liv's eyes flooded with tears. Her throat felt full and thick and tense. Her heart raced.

"But...there's no State that will--"

"It's only one country, dear, dear Liv," Rudy laughed, and he came closer, and held his hand out to her. "Now...if I may?"

Liv quickly put the ring in Rudy's hand, Rudy knelt before her and gently, lovingly slipped the ring back on her toe. He kissed her foot then sat back.

"I should like that to remain there," Rudy said. "But only by your leave, milady." Liv looked at him, down at the ring, then back into his eyes. The man was being serious, even with the lapse into some phony British Royalty shtick. "And...I would love to remain with you, dear, sweet Liv," Rudy added in a quiet tone.

The tears finally flooded down Liv's face, streaking her cheeks. To Rudy they glistened like diamonds, and as the girl nodded in acceptance of his offer, he thought of the exact jeweler he would call up to find diamonds like those. But that would have to wait because he suddenly had a happy, sobbing, naked girl slip off the bed and sit facing him on his lap, arms and legs in a tight embrace. And because of her closeness, her scent and her warmth, Rudy felt another thing he hadn't had in years. It started to poke up beneath his robe and did not go unnoticed by the one causing it.

Liv, with an impish grin, got of Rudy's lap, knelt beside him and opened his robe and pajama bottoms. She wondered when he had gotten dressed, but then realized it didn't matter. She let his cock spring out full, wet it by taking it fully into her mouth, and then standing, turned and knelt astride his lap once more. Smiling over her shoulder at him, she reached behind her and guided his erection up between her buttocks and then lowered herself slowly upon it, and when it was completely buried, she leaned back.

"I accept, Mr. Rudy," she whispered. "But...I think we can start the honeymoon now...." Liv lifted up and squeezed down again and Rudy gasped. 

"Yah," he mumbled, and then reached one hand around Liv's front to see the condition of her organ, and dropped his other hand down to his side to touch her foot. His fingers found the ring still around her toe, while his other fingers found her quite ready for what she had started. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, and rolled his pelvis, driving his cock deep up inside her.

Liv smiled to herself at her choice of position; this way her soon to be husband wouldn't see her tears.

END



Mr. Rudy



She did not enjoy being a 'luminous being' - to anyone. But if it meant her continued employment, then it would have to be so. The man took a step inside the doorway, another, then stopped, his eyes still transfixed on Liv's. 

"You...you are so...beautiful, m'am," he stammered. The use of the term m'am puzzled her, but she continued to smile as warmly and as genuinely as possible without looking fake. She noticed Madison gesturing from right behind the man, raising his brows and nodding, and Liv answered with just the slightest nod of her head.

"Thank you, sir," she replied. "You honor me even more. Would you...would you like to go somewhere more private? As you can see, this is the girls' dressing room; it gets quite busy and hectic in here at times." The man nodded, stepped back out the door - Madison quickly dodging back out of the way - and waved to his men. They were instantly at his sides, eyeing Liv suspiciously as they had in the showroom, and when the man turned, he held his hand out to Liv. She thought to perhaps put something on, but didn't want to appear hesitant. She rose from her chair and strode unashamedly to accept the man's hand. To her surprise, she leaned down and kissed her hand, then stood and smiled at her again.

"Though I might wish it otherwise," he whispered, "I believe you'll have to put some clothes on before we leave..." Liv gave him a quick smile, looked down at herself in mock surprise, then turned and went quickly back to her clothes rack. She dressed quickly in her street clothes and five minutes later was being escorted into the back of the man's limousine.

As the door closed at the chauffeur's hand, Liv again wondered he would leave any marks that would need special makeup the next night. The man, sitting opposite her, signaled the driver and a moment later they were speeding off through the night.

For almost an hour after they arrived back at the palatial mansion, the man, Rudy, attempted to ply Liv with liquor, drugs of various sorts; he even had his men go out and purchase such a large number of beautiful long-stemmed red roses that Liv knew she could fling herself off a the balcony onto them and not be hurt. Finally, she simply wanted to get it over with. Standing, she smiled invitingly at him, quickly removed every piece of clothing she had on and then sat with her legs tucked sideways under her, leaning on one hand and creating, she knew, the perfect female pose of acceptance and availability. She thought to simply lay down with her knees up and wide open but somehow it wouldn't have been quite ladylike.

Rudy sat dumbfounded, staring at the offering before him. Liv did notice a quickly increasing bulge in the man's trousers and smiled inwardly, not wanting to draw attention to such a private thing lest the man become outraged in some way. She simply sat there, waiting for him to respond in a more meaningful way. But Rudy just sat on the edge of the bed, eyes moving slowly, surely and appreciatively over every part of her.



Mr. Rugged_Oral Fantasy



He woke dreaming of her stroking his cock to a massive erection, realizing he was awake; he attempted to rise from the bed. Through his blurred vision, he noticed his hands and feet were secured, bending down she whispered into his ear, while running her finger down his chest and stomach towards his cock. Glistening with a bead of precum about to drip from the slit, she whispered "I will tease you until there is enough precum to cover your length for the first stroke and before placing my lips and mouth over your cock head.

As his eyes focused after becoming accustomed to the morning sun and clearing of sleep, he noticed she was naked too. He heard a masculine voice coming from the master bath, asking if she was ready. She said she was as she placed her hand on the lips of her opening and inserted a finger, drawing some of her juices away from her body, while bending over her opening was pointed towards the bed. His cock throbbed, bouncing with anticipation and more precum leaked from the head.

The masculine body appeared in the master bedroom. He was rugged looking, with short-cropped hair, an athletic build, dark hair covering his chest; arms and legs, while his cock and balls were shaved clean. His cock appeared to be rather large, 8 or 9 inches, larger in girth and with ample balls. He was very handsome, Mr. Rugged. As he approached her, she raised up her torso and turned so he could see Mr. Rugged and her from a side view. They came together and kissed open mouthed, with their hands on each other's upper body. After kissing for a few minutes, Mr. Rugged pushed her hair from her neck and kissed each ear, then her neck and started down to her breasts, kissing all around, while avoiding her distended nipples. As he was teasing her, she ran her hands, fingers and nails down his torso stopping short of his cock and balls. He kissed her left nipple and sucked it past his lips, while gently pulling the right nipple with his thumb and forefinger. 

Meanwhile, his bindings seemed to be more secure, while he watched his erection leak more precum, she stroked his arms and legs, to ensure he continued to leak more of his juice. 

Mr. Rugged had her on fire. His broad hair covered chest, with the classic hairline running to his cock and balls, was turning her on more by the minute, as was his mouth and talented fingers. He grabbed a stool from the corner of the room and put it against the wall so he could see her opening glistening with her dew. She sat on the stool moving close to the edge, while spreading her legs. Mr. Rugged kissed her on the mouth, knelt in front of her and started to lick up the inside of her legs, she shuddered while running her hands through his hair and pulling his lips closer to her open slit. He looked up smiling at her, using his tongue he gently parted her lips and sucked in some of her juice. Her flower opened to his view and he sucked on the left petal, then the right, and started a slow massage of her clit up and down with his tongue, as she tried to hold his head closer, urging him to appy more pressure. 

His juices were puddling at the entrance of his cock, and his cock seemed ready to burst from the excitement and erotic nature of the view in front of him, Mr. Rugged kissing her and the look of pleasure on her face. Mr. Rugged continued to tease, and lick her opening; she was on the verge of exploding into a massive orgasm. Sensing this, Mr. Rugged pulled away and moved to her mouth kissing her to allow her to taste her juices, while gently rubbing his index finger up and down her gaping slit avoiding her clit, though occasionally touching and teasing it. He whispered in her ear, and she scooted closer to the edge of the stool, as he knelt once again, he spread her legs wider with his hands and started to lap at her flower, licking up and down with more force, focusing his tongue on her clit, while slowly inserting his index finger and working it in and out, she was breathing louder and came in a torrent of convulsions. 

The juices on his stomach were creating a small pond, and he was in need of his own release. 

Mr. Rugged was in need of some release as well. She regained her composure and stood up from the stool. Kissing him, she started down his chest stopping at his nipples, kissing and teasing them, as her hands and nails raked across his balls and cock. She went lower and was face to face with his erection, pushing him on to the stool, she spread his legs and kissed up the inside of his legs. Approaching his cock, she grabbed some lubricating gel and squirted a more than generous amount on to the top of his cock head, watching it run down the sides of his erection. She licked her lips, took her hands and squirted some gel into her hands. Taking his cock into her hands, she slowly ran her hands down his cock to the base, and started a slow hand job, using first one hand down and then the next up always moving over the top of his cock with each hand. She leaned in close to him and asked him how long he could last. He moaned, as she asked if he could handle her mouth on his cock, sinking the length and or, her tongue working into his slit as she stroked his cock with her hands. He could feel his balls starting to contract, as she continued to stroke and work his cock over with her hands, fingers and nails.

Whispering into his ear again, she said she needed to see his balls contract, feel his eruption explode up his length and taste his juice, as it flowed into her mouth. She grabbed some more lubricant and worked his cock up and down with a feathery touch, as she puckered her lips and kissed the head, while looking up at him, he moaned as she ran her mouth up and down the outside of his length. Moving to the top of his cock head, she opened her mouth and closed it over the top of his cock, wiggling her tongue into his slit, all the while continuing to stroke him. She moved her head further down his length swallowing more of him, almost to the base of his cock. She came back up and went down again, and again for at least five minutes. She was on fire as well by now, and realizing he was holding back, she moved him off the stool and asked him to lie on the floor, that she had to feel him inside her. 

His cock was standing straight up from his body, as she turned her back to him and inserted his cock into her opening, a reverse cowgirl. She started to move up and down, as he started to meet her with his own thrusts upward into her. They were moving in unison, as he was fast approaching losing his load. A few more thrusts and he came inside of her, as she let go as well, watching his juices run down his cock on to his stomach.

As she continued to stroke his body, watching his juices pool on his stomach, she asked how he came up with Mr. Rugged, and he laughed saying it seemed like the appropriate name for the main character. She congratulated him on the story, and the fact he was going along with her game. She went to the bathroom and grabbed the massage lotion and started to massage his feet and up the inside of his legs, while telling him he was getting close to having enough precum for her to start working on his cock. He said she could start now. She laughed and said it would take more work on his body first, as she moved her hands up the inside of his legs and rubbed some lotion nearer and nearer his erection, without touching him. She rubbed some lotion under his balls, while kissing just near his balls and cock. His cock bobbed up and down more and more precum leaked from the head and slit. 

She rubbed the lotion up his stomach and chest area, and along the inside of his arms, moving to his face she rubbed lotion on his face, giving him a long kiss. She whispered he appeared to be ready, and gave him a long kiss on the mouth. Moving back towards his cock with the lotion, and her hand, fingers and nails, she rubbed some lotion into his balls and said I think I might need some additional lotion to help with your precum. She climbed onto the bed, and put her legs on the outside of his legs, positioning her lips over his cock, she rubbed his head up and down her slit, they moaned in concert. She let the tip slip in and said oh what the hell, and sank the length into her body and moved up and down on his erection. It was covered in her juices, as she pulled herself off, she scooped up the precum from his stomach and dribbled it on to his cock head and watched as it ran down the length. She started to stroke up and down his cock using the same technique as had been used on the Mr. Rugged character. She reached to the side and grabbed the lubricant and coated his cock with it and started her hand job on him. He was on fire, and his balls were starting their contraction, as she started to go slower while increasing the lighter feathery touch. Looking up at him, she said I cannot wait any longer and lowered her lips to the top of this cock, all the while continuing her hand job. She kissed the slit, and sank her mouth the length of his shaft and worked her hands up and down as she worked her mouth in unison her hands. He was trembling, and watching her work on him was becoming too much. He could not hold back any longer, sensing he was near the eruption, she stroked him faster and concentrated her attention on his head and slit area. He grunted and she smiled in her mind as she felt the warm flow of his cum into her mouth. She had a hard time swallowing all of his juices, as he had a full load. He could not stop her this time, as he was secure, she worked on him until his sensitivity became such, she thought he might not survive the excitement. 

Taking the binding from his arms and legs, they feel into a silent sleep.