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Pandora's Promise Ch. 01

By: adoration



Author's note: there is no such person named Malcolm Madison, he's a figment of my imagination, and while there may be plenty of ladies named Pandora, the one in this story is purely fictional as well. This is fantasy. Have fun, but remember - practice safe sex.

Now let's get one thing straight for starters. There's nothing gay, queer, whatever name you want to put to it, about me. I've got nothing against gays. I employ quite a few of 'em in my business. Similarly with lesbians. If that's their bag, fine with me. It's a free world.

Now we've got that out of the way, I'll explain how I got mixed up with Pandora. See, I'm a self-made millionaire – none of daddy's money went to help me make it in the construction business.

It's made me one of the richest men in California – hell, one of the richest men in the 50 states! Look around downtown LA and I reckon of all the 'scrapers built there in the last three to five years, 50 per cent were put up by my company.

I live in a sprawling great mansion which looks down from the hills onto LA, private, secluded, gated, very safe – the mansion, not LA. I have a friend in the porn business, and every now and again I let him use the place as a location for one of his movies.

Once he got one of his lovely leading ladies to pay for the rental with her charms and she and I had a three-month fling, before she went off with some guy wanted to marry her. Me, I'm not the marrying kind.

Anyways, last week Dave called and asked if he could use the place again. "I'm shooting one of those 'chix with dix' movies, so you probably won't be interested," he said.

Well, he was wrong there. Now I don't know about you, but I've always been – and I know this is a cliche to end all cliches – but I've always been curious about transsexuals. I've even looked up some of the sites on the net and I've been amazed at how pretty some of 'em look.

Anyway, I laughed and told Dave: "You never know, Dave, you never know. I'm coming up to 40 and maybe it's time I tried a bit of a different approach in my love life."

Dave laughed one of his throaty porno director's laughs and said: "In which case you'll fuckin' drool when you see Pandora!"

"Promises, promises, Dave," I laughed and we ended the call.

But sheet, he was right! When the crew had arrived in their minivan and unloaded all the equipment, they were followed by Dave in one of his fuckin' stupid stretch limos. Dave emerged first followed by a young man, the male lead, I guessed, and a tall blonde, with long hair down to her mid-back. She was stunning!

Dave, one of his ever-present disgusting stogies stuck in his ugly mouth, walked over with the blonde and introduced us: "Pandora, I'd like you to meet my friend Malcolm Madison. It's his house we're using."

Pandora transfixed me with a long gaze, her eyes deep and blue like the Pacific. She held out a strong hand and clasped mine: "Pleased to meet you, Mr Madison. This place looks absolutely wonderful. Will you show me around the house when we've finished shooting?"

I eyed her superstructure – big breasts sheathed in a black leather bustier, a black mini skirt and black leather fuck me boots which came half way up her gloriously brown thighs. "It would be my pleasure, ma'am," I told her.

"Right," said Dave, "would you mind showing Pandora up to one of those changing rooms by the pool, Malcolm? We're gonna start with some poolside suck and fuck shots."

I escorted the lovely blonde to a changing room, noticing her height – she was around five foot 10, I guessed – and her age. About 23 or 24, I guessed. I was right about the first guess, wrong about the second – she turned out to be 22!

"I'll make myself scarce," I told her, opening the cabana door. "Make sure you find me after filming and we'll have a drink and I'll show you around."

Pandora gave me one of those slow, sizzling smiles and pecked me on the cheek. She smelt sensational!

I disappeared into the house, but after a while I'd done all the business I could on the problems we were having with some construction project in Dallas – why are things always so fuckin' difficult in Texas? – and I slipped upstairs to spy on proceedings by the pool.

Pandora was naked for the shoot they were filming and I saw at once that while her tits were great – obviously not natural, but superbly shaped and around 35-36, I thought – her cock was superb! Like I said, I'm not gay, but that don't mean I can't appreciate a nice-looking prick!

Her prick was about eight inches long, I supposed (in fact it was eight and one half) and while it appeared circumcised it could just have been that her foreskin had been pulled back. I got a pair of binoculars and focused on her. The cock shaft and her balls had been totally shaved but there was a little sprout of blonde hair on her pubic bone. A natural blonde?

I pried myself away and went into my den and tried to work on some drawings we'd been sent for some office block they wanted me to build in Sacramento. I wasn't sure about it, I hate going north of San Francisco. Then I heard calls of "Lunch" and I went to my kitchen and pulled out a Bud and walked poolside.

Dave doesn't stint on the expenses. He'd got in a catering company and the crew was tucking into shrimp salads and some sort of lobster main course. Wine even!

"Nother coupla hours and we'll be finished for the day," said Dave. "OK if the boys leave their equipment here overnight?"

My first thought was "As long as they leave Pandora here!" but replied: "No problemo, Dave, it'll be safe as Fort Knox."

Again I made myself scarce, stripping off to a T-shirt and Speedos before punching up some ball game from the East Coast. I saw that those damn Yankees were making a mess of some poor pack of bastards from another division when I heard a call from my TV room door.

"Hi, Mr Madison, may I come in – the rest of the crew's just left," I heard Pandora inform me.

Now let's get her voice dealt with right here and now, OK? It wasn't one of those impossibly deep bass voices that many trannies have, nor was it a higher job, either. It was pitched happily between bass and soprano and sounded as if she smoked a few cigarettes – in other words, it sounded husky and horny as hell!

I leapt to my feet and plunged the screen into blackness. Pandora stepped down to the couch and smiled at me. She looked fuckin' A – that's as in "a" for adorable!

I don't know why, but I stammered and mumbled something about getting her a drink. Well, I do know why – it was the fact that she was only wearing a shiny blue satin bikini and high heels. 

"Absolut vanilla and coke, please, Mr Madison," she told me, and I mixed us two from the bar while she settled back on the couch. Her legs were long, and brown, and the thighs were toned. Not body builder toned, but nicely muscled. They looked strong!

But her breasts, bunched against the lustrous, shiny satin were magnificent, large nipples pressing out against the material. Her hair looked like a golden wheat field, her lush lips red and oh-so-kissable.

I knew she had a cock, but it wasn't readily obvious, although there was a nice bunch at the groin of her thong-style briefs. I tried to disguise the trembling in my hand as I handed her the Absolut.

Pandora accepted the glass and patted the couch by her side. "I just love this place," she said, placing the stress on the word "love". "It must have cost a fortune."

I laughed. "No more than I could afford, Pandora," I smiled, then we clinked glasses.

She beamed at me, sucked on her vodka, then put the glass on a couch-side table and slipped into my arms in one easy, polished movement. Her mouth, with a fragrance of vanilla, fastened onto mine and she kissed me gently. It was my first tranny kiss, but I felt my cock starting to stir in my tight little Speedos.

And you know why? Because she was so fucking pretty and her breasts jutting against my T-shirt were so fucking firm! Just then the fact she had a cock didn't enter into it.

I felt my mouth working keenly on hers, then my tongue flickered into her mouth and we meshed, our bodies caressing against each other, my prick pressing against the shiny front of my Speedos and against the crotch of her bikini panties.

Then I was fumbling with the back of her bikini bra, until finally the darned thing became unhooked and fell from her full, firm globes. The nipples were almost brown and erect like organ stops.

I lowered my mouth and started to suck on her boobs. They were so fuckin' great! They may have had a helping hand from some Los Angeles plastic surgeon, but I've never slobbered over a better pair of beauties.

As I was working on her breasts, Pandora had her hand on my Speedos and was removing my erection from its hiding place. As I was freed from the swimmers, I pulled them down and kicked them to the floor.

Pandora's hand fondled my eight inches of uncut cock and breathed huskily into my ear: "Oh fuckin' great, Mr Madison – I love an uncut cock, it's so much nicer to play with!"

Then she lowered her mouth to my stiffness and I felt her warm mouth encircle my stiffy, sucking and licking at it hungrily, as if it was the first cock she'd sucked all day – although I was pretty darned sure it wasn't!

I lay back against the coolness of the leather couch and closed my eyes for a moment, then realised that I wanted her nude! I bent slightly and not dislodging her mouth from my cock I grabbed the hip-high straps of her thong and pulled it away from her middle, planting it on the floor by my Speedos.

Her cock sprang to attention as I stripped the thong from her and I saw that she was, indeed, circumcised, a glob of pre-cum nestling on her piss slit. With a firm grasp on her shoulders, I pulled her from my hard-on and pushed her back into a semi-lying position, her shoulders resting on the arm of the couch.

I placed my face close to her thick, starkly veined prick and gazed at it. It was beautiful! Then, for the first time in my 39 years, I placed my mouth on a penis! I kissed her cock head, slowly and reverently. Pandora let out a slow gasp, then I opened my mouth and sucked it down to the ring. It tasted so good!

"That's it, Mr Madison," Pandora breathed, letting her words slide out in a husky, ever-so-sexy trill, "suck me, darling, suck me!"

I needed no encouraging. My mouth was eagerly, hungrily at work, as if making up for lost time as I sucked, kissed and licked at her wonderful prick. Then, just when I thought I was getting into a nice tempo on her erection, Pandora turned away and knelt with her backside to me, her brown-puckered anus gleaming seductively only inches from my face.

My tongue licked softly against her brownness and I placed a few globules of spit on her sweet slit and then knelt behind her and thrust my eight-inch prick against her anus. Slowly I drove into her, feeling my hardness slide into a lush, velvet smooth aperture.

As I did, I placed my left hand on her left breast, cupped it, still marvelling at its firm smoothness, then put my right hand to her erection. It was standing up, hard as a lump of lead!

"Oh fuck, it's so great when I've got a nice piece of meat in me, my hard-on gets harder, thicker, oh I just think it gets longer!" Pandora informed me, as she thrust her buttocks back in time with my fuck tempo.

And what with the tightness of her anus, the slap of her pert buttocks back against my groin, the full firmness of her left globe and the thick richness of her cock, I couldn't hold out any longer. I came with a roar of approval, plunging my semen deep into her.

For a moment or two I panted, my body quivering as I heaved myself down from the peak of the passion I had just spent in Pandora's gloriously tight little anus. Then my rapidly diminishing cock slid from her, leaving a trail of semen slime on her inner thigh as I collapsed back onto the couch, pulling my T-shirt from my torso as I did so.

Pandora stayed kneeling in her place and sipped from her glass of vodka, which she'd placed on the couch side table.

Then she turned and smiled at me, a smile which was so fuckin' beautiful! "How was that, Mr Madison?" she asked. "Was it good? And was it your first time?"

"It was fuckin' great," I told her. "No, it was better'n fuckin' great, Pandora, it was fuckin' sensational. And yes, it was my first time with a – er – with a ..."

She laughed a husky, sexy laugh. "With a transsexual?" she said.

"Er, yes, that's right," I said, feeling somewhat gauche.

"Hey," said Pandora, "no problem. There's always a first time for everything. I take it you enjoyed the experience?"

I sipped on my vokda and coke and nodded with enthusiasm. "I've always been ..."

And Pandora interrupted me. "Curious. That's the word everyone uses – 'curious'.

"What they mean is, 'Shit, I'd love to fuck a pretty bird with beautiful big tits and a big cock. 'Stead they just say 'curious', which I guess is shorthand for fucking a pretty bird with big tits and a big cock."

I laughed. "I think that just about sums it up, my dear," I told her. "Now, what do we do about that?" And I pointed to her erection, the cock glowing and golden and looking very suckable with its shaved shaft and ball bag.

"Oh, that," said Pandora, glancing down at her hard-on. "Well, you were such a great fuck, I'd love to give you a face fuck. Would you mind? Or I can just stroke myself off."

"No you couldn't," I cried, feeling the knight in shining armour all of a sudden. "I'd love you to come in my mouth – I mean, you're, well, you know, you're OK, aren't you?"

Pandora laughed. "I'm in the adult movie business, Mr Madison. I'm clean, I've got a certificate which says I'm healthy."

"Sorry I was so clumsy," I told her.

"Forget it," Pandora said, pushing me back so my shoulders and upper back rested on the arms of the couch. Then she took her hard-on in between the thumb and middle finger of her right hand and guided it to my mouth.

I accepted her erection, taking about half of it in while Pandora sighed, then told me: "That's fine, no need for deep throat action, Mr Madison, you're tongue's doing jus' fine."

And soon, too soon as far as I was concerned, Pandora was spurting her lovely salty ejaculate down my throat, two, three globs of semen spunking from her slit into me.

"Oh fuck," she moaned, pulling slowly from my lips, "I'm sorry about that, but I've been thinking about doing that all fuckin' day and when the chance came along I just couldn't hold back."

She collapsed on the far side of the couch and I cuddled up to her, stroking her stunning tits and running a finger along her now dwindling cock.

"You've been thinking about it all day?" I whispered, kissing her on her throat, then on her mouth.

"Sure have," said Pandora, replying to my kiss with an open-mouthed response of her own.

"Ever since Dave introduced us I've been fantasising about what you'd be like. How big? Cut, uncut? Gentle? Rough? What it would be like with my cock in your mouth. What it would be like with your cock in my ass."

"And the decision?" I asked.

"Fucking A-grade sex, Mr Madison. And you?"

"Best yet," I said, "best yet. Wanna stay the night, darling?"

Pandora stirred in my arms: "I want to stay forever, Mr Madison."

To be continued.

Pandora's Promise Ch. 02



The rest of the evening was spent with us chatting, interrupted by the occasional blowjob from her to me, but she didn't come again. "Tomorrow's a big shoot day and I must be at my best," the lovely 22-year-old told me. "After the shoot, I'm all yours."

"Promises, promises," I laughed, in what had become a sort of catch phrase between us.

Pandora, I learned, was a Californian, had been taught the delights of sex with a male when she was seduced by a gay – but very secretly gay – high school quarter-back. Later, Pandora – her real name was Peter, I found – had the breast job and been introduced to the "chix with dix" scene after being talent spotted by one of Dave's staff at a drug store. Shades of Betty Grable!

The next morning, Pandora was in her finery for shooting to begin when Dave arrived in his repulsive stretch limo with the male lead. The swarthy, dark-haired male star produced a heavy leather flogging stool from the trunk and a cruel-looking leather paddle.

"Pandora's been a naughty bitch and she gets punished by the stud today," Dave informed me as I watched the equipment being placed by the pool as the camera crew set up.

I didn't want to watch that. If anyone was going to whip Pandora's cute ass it was going to be me, so I disappeared into the house and switched on the net. I searched the transsexual web sites and soon found Pandora.

"Pandora Payne," the site blared, "the hottest young chick with a dick to come down the pike in years. Whether it's going down on her master or submitting to his lash, Pandora will keep you in heat! Check her out!"

I smiled, and switched to the New York Times site to check the stock market. I didn't need to check Pandora out – I already had!

During the day I stayed away from the filming and around 3 in the afternoon, Dave poked his ugly mug round the door to my office and announced: "Mal my man, we're away. It's a wrap. Pandora says she's staying with you awhiles, correct?"

I nodded, a smug smile on my face.

Dave leered. "What did I tell you big boy? Isn't she something else, or what?"

"She sure is," I said, earnestly, because she sure is. "For once your promises turned out to be spot on, Dave."

Then he put on his business voice. "Right Mal, what do I owe you? You've already scored my star."

I stood up from the computer and shook him by the hand. "Just one thing I want, Dave," I told him. "No, on second thoughts, make that two."

"Shoot," said the porn director.

"I'll take that flogging stool and the paddle," I said.

"You old lecher," laughed Dave. "I'll get Pedro to remove it from the limo. Have fun!" And he was gone, before the words "I intend to" had left my mouth.

I stepped out to the forecourt to find Pedro, the male lead, removing the flogging equipment and paddle from the trunk of Dave's limo.

He glowered at me, placed the stool by my feet and almost contemptuously dropped the paddle onto it. "You know how to use this, senor?" he asked, his face contorted into a sneer.

"I'll use it on your fuckin' scrawny Mex ass if you don't fuck off outta my property right now, you slimy cunt," I snapped.

Then Pandora stepped alongside me. "Ignore him, darling," she said, grabbing my arm and rubbing her lovely young body against me. "He's just a young thruster trying to make his way in the movies, ain't that right, Pedro?"

Pedro's face softened – he obviously had the hots for Pandora. Well, fuck him! He climbed into the limo, Dave grinned at me and Pandora and shouted: "Enjoy!" The limo purred out of the driveway and I used a remote to clang the gates shut behind it.

I turned and kissed Pandora on her luscious mouth. "Get prettied up for me, babe," I whispered, "while I put this stool and paddle in the exercise room. I think I may need 'em later."

Pandora laughed. "Promises, promises," she said, and turned on her lovely high heels and strutted into the house.

I struggled to get the stool down in my basement gym, with its wide windows looking out onto the pool and LA way below through the haze. The stool was fucking heavy. I'll give Pedro one thing, he may have been a scrawny Mexican but he must have been strong to lift that stool so damn easy.

Before leaving the gym, I stripped down to one of my sexiest black satin thongs, which allowed my eight inches uncut cock to show its fully-developed outline without peeping out from the top of the garment. The thong felt smooth and sexy on my skin.

In the TV room, I mixed two Absolut Vanilla and cokes and then heard Pandora walk into the room behind me. I turned and drank in such a vision of pulchritude I thought I'd come in my thong!

Pandora was wearing a shining black satin quarter-cup bra which thrust her 36-inch boobs up into drool-inducing uplift. The globes were glowing brown, the nipples hard, demanding "suck me".

On her hips was a matching black satin garter belt, which held up shiny black stockings on her lovely legs. Black high heels were on her feet. Her eight and a half inch circumcised cock was standing, like her nipples in an attitude also demanding "suck me". Where to start, eh?

She walked with one of those sort of supermodel cross-footed walks and approached me, brushing her tits against my naked torso and kissing me full on the mouth.

"Now," she whispered, "where were we?"

I reached out and stroked her erection, while bending my mouth to her breasts to suck on the stunning globes. "Can't remember," I murmured, tasting her sweet flesh, "but we can explore, perhaps we'll find out."

We both took deep draughts of the vodkas, then threw ourselves into each others arms, her hands working immediately on making my thong totally superfluous to requirements. My erection pressed against hers, our scrotums rubbing against each other, the balls bouncing as they made contact.

But I was in no mood for a fuck on the couch. I wanted her in the broad, inviting spaces of my bed, so I picked her up into my arms and walked her upstairs, my cock rubbing against the under side of her buttocks as I marched her up to my bedroom.

As we went up the staircase, Pandora kicked off her high heels and all I had to do when we reached the side of the bed was to gently lower her onto the black satin sheets.

I leaned over and kissed her on the throat, inhaling some lovely perfume, then on her mouth before whispering hoarsely: "I want to fuck you missionary style, is that possible?"

Pandora smiled. "Sure honey, go for it," and she opened her thighs to reveal her brown puckered anus beneath her tight ball sac, with her cock laying flat on her abdomen, its tip almost brushing her navel, pre-cum gleaming at its slit.

My cock pressed against her anus, then drove into her, feeling her emit a little sigh and a panted "Oh fuck, that's great" as I slid into her satiny smoothness.

When I was all the way in my testicles banged against her nates and I felt her scrotal sac pressing against my pubic bone, her lovely cut cock thick and rubbing firmly against my abdomen. My hands cupped her boyish buttocks, firm and malleable to my grasp.

"Oh fuck, this is great, the old missionary position," she laughed, "I've not done it this way for months."

I ignored her, kissing her full on the mouth, then nibbling at her earlobes, then her throat as I banged away, my cock sliding with amazing smoothness in her slippery ass until my pent-up passion was released and I shot a lovely long spurt of semen deep into her anus.

"Sorry," I gasped, "I'll be more considerate next time."

Pandora smiled and smooched me slowly on my mouth. "Promises, promises."

Then my swiftly deflating cock slithered from her and I lay beside her lovely warm body, stroking her still-stiff prick. "How do you want it, baby?" I asked.

"Jack me off," she replied, "let's see if I can hit my tits!"

I kissed her mouth tenderly, then took her cock in one hand while I ran my other arm beneath her back so my hand could caress the golden globe furthest from me. Her cock was alive, pulsating in my grip as I used a five-fingered grip on her thick prick, stroking its smoothness, pausing every now and then to run the lotion of her pre-cum into the shaft.

Finally, the lovely porn star's body went suddenly stiff, her body temperature rose and she cried "Yes, baby, yes, here I come!" and with a little squeal she spurted a glob of semen high up her body, its splattering landing falling just short of the shiny black satin bra. The second spurt was just below that, the third and final ejaculate blobbed down into her pulsing little navel.

I climbed from the bed and found some Kleenex with which to wipe her dry, then I went downstairs to bring back two long, refreshing vokda cokes. I found Pandora lying on her belly, then noticed her beautiful brown buttocks and a deeper-tinged glow of red where the awful Pedro had worked her over.

Placing her glass on a bedside table I lowered my mouth to her sexy little buttocks and kissed her tenderly on the brown and red mounds, before asking quietly: "Did he hurt you, baby?"

Pandora rolled over and smiled at me. "Naw," she said, in mock toughness, "he was a pussy cat.

"Dave told him to fake some of the bigger shots, or he said you'd get some of your Irish high steel riggers to deal to him. I don't think he had the faintest idea what Dave was talking about, but he didn't use his full force. It was fine."

We kissed and cuddled and later, over steak and salad and a meaty big French Bordeaux, Pandora said she had a date the next day – Saturday.

"Would you mind if I ask her to spend the day here?" said Pandora, looking at me with a "butter wouldn't melt" type of look.

"Her? It's a 'she'?" I asked, curious, as we enjoyed the prime New York cuts.

"Yeah," said Pandora, "it's Lita, she's a friend of mine from a film I shot several months ago. She's another 'chick with a dick', but we enjoy each other's company because we have nothing to prove in front of each other. Mind you, we get hit on a lot! You'll like her, promise."

I grinned at the beautiful blonde, but choked back the "Promises, promises" line. "Not too much, I hope," I told her.

Pandora looked earnestly at me. "I've got you pegged for a gentleman, Mr Madison, and I'm a blonde, as you well know," she smiled. "And Lita's got jet-black hair."

"Invite her along," I said, now totally comfortable with the fact that I was having an affair with a transsexual. "There's always room for three in my bed."

"Bastard!" laughed Pandora, throwing me a playful punch. "I should spank you for that!"

I finished my steak and pondered her offer. "Nah," I said, "I'd much rather spank you."

"Promises, promises," said Pandora in her playful voice, so I stood up, clad only in my thong again, and pulled her from her chair. She was naked save for a little red PVC thong.

"Sorry, Pandora," I told her, "but this is no promise. This is a fact."

And I hauled her up into a fireman's lift and marched her down to the gymnasium, her fists beating a flurry of "Don't you dare" blows on my black, but really meaning "Yes, yes, yes!"

Inside the gym I pulled her thong down to reveal a throbbing eight-and-a-half-inch hard-on, placed her gently down on the leather-covered bench and strapped her ankles into the velcro straps at the bottom corners.

She bent over, hands grasping the top of the bench. I debated strapping her down completely, with her hands pinned into the clasps at the front bottom of the stool, but decided against it.

Her boyish buttocks gleamed in the harsh strip lighting of the gym and I stepped behind her and cupped her wonderfully firm breasts in my hands, kissing her softly on the mouth as I did so.

"Since this is going to be a whipping you're gonna remember, let me know if I'm going too easy on you, baby," I whispered.

"Promises, promises," said Pandora, but I noticed a slight catch in her throat, a quiver of excitement intermingled with fear.

I pulled away from her and hefted the black leather paddle through the air. It gave out a wonderful whooshing sound.

Pandora's cheeks tightened as she tensed for the first blow and I swooshed the paddle down, making it sing out a stunning "Thwock" as it made her buttocks jounce from the blow.

"Oh yes, Mr Madison, you're so masterful," she cried, in what I was certain was her sarcastic tone.

The next blow was harder. She grunted. No smart-ass remarks this time! And again. Silence. Again. Still silence.

I walked in front of her and ran my paddle-free hand up and down her thick shaft.

"What's the matter, baby?" I inquired. "Paddle got your tongue?"

She poked out her tongue and grinned: "Fuck me, master!"

I laughed. "For the tongue poke, you get three more strokes. Then I may consider giving you a different kind of poking!"

Stepping behind her, I again laid the paddle onto her bouncing buttocks, thrilling to the heavy "Thwock" sound as the leather did its stinging work on her bronzed flesh.

Then I lay the paddle down by my feet and knelt behind her quivering bum, my tongue seeking and easily finding her lovely little anus. She was hot and ready for me. I pulled down my thong and stepped between her gorgeous thighs.

My initial thrust was perfect, gliding deep into her satiny anal tract and my hands cupped her nipple-hard breasts, rolling the lovely nubbins between thumbs and forefingers.

But I wasn't ready to spend my semen in her yet. I pulled away, my cock's foreskin now pulled back to the ring thanks to the tightness of her glorious little ass. I walked, prick swaying stiffly, to the front of the stool, grabbed her lovely long blonde hair and yanked it down.

Her mouth made contact with my rigid prick and soon she was sucking fit to bust on my horny erection. Her mouth was so fucking good, I debated whether to give her tonsils a spray right then, and was just about ready to withdraw and take her in the ass again, when I felt the surge that cannot be stopped storming from my scrotum.

I exploded my load into her mouth, one emission, then another, then another and finally – although it was pretty puny by this stage – a fourth spray of spunk went from cock to mouth as she continued straining on my prick.

Stepping back, I smiled at her glorious face, her tongue licking around her lips, sucking in tiny remnants of my ejaculate as she smiled back at me.

Then I moved to her again and took her wrists, tugging them down and strapping them into the front of the frame until she was helplessly bound.

"Don't tell me you're ready to fuck me again so soon, Mr Madison," she said in a mocking little voice.

"Certainly not, Pandora," I told her. "I told you I was going to give you a whipping you'd remember. Remember?"

Pandora answered: "I remember, master."

I bent down and picked up the paddle which I had dropped on the floor when I'd proceeded to fuck her.

I traced it teasingly across her glorious little butt, letting her feel its gentle caress before its stinging stroke of love.

"Well," I said, speaking very calmly, although I was very excited, "it wasn't a threat, my darling, it was a promise."

To be continued.



Pandora's Promise Ch. 03



Saturday dawned hot and sunny where we were, but down in the valley Los Angeles sprawled under its veneer of haze. Fuckin' town, if it wasn't for the fact that I made most of my construction business money here I'd be in Hawaii. No fuckin' haze over Waikiki Beach ever.

Pandora woke me with a lovely long, slow suck and then I gave her a doggy-style fuck while she thanked me for her paddling the night before. Her buttocks were still a lovely rosy red beneath her bronzed tan.

Over breakfast of pancakes, maple syrup and oceans of black coffee, she told me a little about her friend, Lita.

"She's got lovely long legs, tiny tits and she's built like you there – an eight inch uncut cock," said Pandora, putting far too much syrup on her final pancake. "And she's 19, but very, very sexy."

"The same can be said for many 19-year-olds in this town," I told Pandora, stretching and deciding to go to the gym for a good work out. Something had to be done about all those fuckin' pancakes!

I went down and worked nude for an hour, and walked back upstairs, sweat pouring from me, my abs feeling taut and great. As I reached the kitchen I spotted Pandora, wearing only a little black PVC bikini, and alongside her a stunningly attractive girl.

My hands flew to my crotch, but Pandora laughed. "Don't be so silly, Mal, come and say hi to Lita – she's seen far bigger ones than that in her career!"

I complied, aware that my cock was starting an upward movement and also aware that in the penis department I had nothing really to be ashamed of – not porn star material, perhaps, but nothing wrong with it.

Lita stood and I was confronted by a woman the height of Pandora. She had dark hair, jet black, which fell to her shoulders. Her eyebrows were jet black and thick, her eyes brown and deep enough to swim in!

She was wearing a tiny red PVC bikini, just a pair of triangles at her smallish (32 inch) but nicely formed breasts, and a little triangle over her bunched mound. Somewhere in there, according to Pandora, lurked an eight-inch cock.

"Hi, Mr Madison," she said, smiling at me.

I held out my hand – a rather stupidly formal approach for a person who was naked and starting to display an erection.

She laughed, of course. "Hey, forget the handshake," she smiled, her pretty round featured face lighting up, "I kiss on a first date!"

And with that she stepped into my arms, placed one hand on my stiffy and gave me a very provocative open-mouthed kiss.

I tried for something flippant to counter my silly offer of a handshake and whispered: "And I fuck on a first date, Lita."

Pandora guffawed. "I heard that, darling and be careful – she'll probably hold you to it!"

After the introductions were over, Pandora announced that she and Lita intended to lay out by the pool and get "all over" tans.

"Be a darling and bring out some nice long vodka and tonics," she said, as they pair trooped outside.

I checked my watch – 11.15. Well, if they wanted to start so soon, who was I to argue. I built two big, long v and ts, took the top of a Carlsberg for myself and walked out to the pool with the drinks on a tray.

There I found Pandora and Lita working on their tans, which involved lying face up and naked on their recliners. Lita may have had small breasts, with tiny little dark brown nipples, but they stood up in perfect upthrust firmness. The removal of her bra revealed two white triangles of white flesh, which accentuated her light chocolate tan.

But it was "down there" that Lita really attracted my attention. Her flesh at the groin was also a triangle of white, but her cock – although it was half an inch shorter than Pandora's – was a gleaming brown beauty. The balls and shaft were shaved, a slim brown line running up its underside from her scrotal sac to the cock tip. Her erection was strong and the effect of it had been to pull her foreskin lips slightly back from her helmet. Like I said earlier, there's nothing queer about me, but I instantly wanted to kneel down and suck her there!

"Well, Mal," asked Pandora, after I had delivered the drinks, "does she pass your eagle-eyed inspection."

Lita looked up at me, smiling mysteriously and, of course, my prick totally gave my thoughts away – the uncontrollable bastard was pointing to the fuckin' sky!

"She's gorgeous, darling," I informed her, adding hastily: "Almost as gorgeous as you!"

"I'll drink to that," laughed Lita, sucking on her vodka-tonic.

I took a deep draught on my Carlsberg and dived into the pool, to calm down and get my randy fuckin' cock away from the girls' gazes. I plunged up and down for almost half an hour, before climbing panting from the water and towelling down.

Lita looked at me with an admiring glance. "Very impressive, Mr Madison," she said, "I see you keep very fit. I like that in a man. Means he's fit for other kinds of exercise, if you get my drift."

I got her drift OK, and so did my cock, once more starting its inevitable drift northwards.

When I was dry, Lita looked up at me, a mischievous smile on her lovely face. "How about showing me your gymnasium, Mr Madison? Pandora here tells me you've got an interesting addition to it since yesterday."

I nodded, aware that the direction this was taking could involve a certain amount of paddling. "Sounds fine by me," I said, dropping my towel on my recliner and revealing my erection.

Lita laughed, climbed from her recliner, grasped my cock and turned to look at Pandora. "What say we bring her along?" she asked. "Then you can show me how you treat her when she's been naughty."

I smiled. "Has she been naughty, Lita?"

Lita's eyes flashed and she gave me one of her cock-melting looks. "She sure has, Mr Madison – reckons you swing that paddle like a pussy. You gonna let her get away with that?"

"What do you think, Lita?" I asked, as I reached out and pulled Pandora's unprotesting figure from her recliner.

"Something tells me you're gonna whup her good," said Lita.

Pandora laughed. "Promises, fuckin' promises. Do you two ever do anything, 'cept talk about it?"

Lita took one arm, I took the other and the naked trio of us walked with Pandora in the middle across the poolside terrace, into the house and down to the basement gym.

Down there the dark-haired 19-year-old took charge, strapping Pandora's ankles into the base of the flogging stool, then her wrists.

I picked up the paddle and Lita stepped in front of her friend. Placing the thumb and forefinger of her right hand on her erection, she pressed the cock's head against Pandora's mouth. The 22-year-old sucked her down.

I stepped behind the beautifully-buttocked pornstar and whipped the paddle down across her globes. They wobbled deliciously as the leather inflicted its first "Thwock" on her. The second stroke was even harder. Pandora's buttocks trembled. I gave her four more, then dropped the implement and put my erection to the quivering lips of her anus.

As Lita thrust into her friend's mouth, I drove into her ass and soon the black-haired beauty and I were working as a team, stroking into our strapped down submissive, reaming her anus and her mouth.

"Time for a change," Lita said, her voice husky with emotion.

I pulled from Pandora's satiny smooth back passage and Lita replaced me, driving her cock deep into the bound girl's ass, while my anally-smeared cock was sucked and licked by the flogging-framed transsexual.

As I worked away, Lita looked across at me and smiled.

"Mind if I try that paddle, Mr Madison?"

"Be my guest," I grunted as Pandora sought to suck me off. I was gritting my teeth, trying to hold back and when I saw Lita wield the paddle against her friend's buttocks I knew it would be a losing battle unless I pulled away immediately.

This I did, and stood alongside the frame, stiff-pricked and watching intently as the dark-haired girl whaled the paddle down onto Pandora's bouncing buttocks.

Suddenly, she dropped the implement and walked in front of Pandora's position of bondage and placed her hands on a work-out bench. Her lovely long legs gleamed brown with traces of sweat, her dark brown, almost black, anus peeped at me.

"Fuck me!" she rasped, her voice almost a hiss. I stepped behind her and as Pandora looked on helplessly plunge my eight inches into Lita's sweat-stained anus and drove into her, one hand reaching around her to cup her nipple-hard little left breast, the other to stroke her throbbing cock.

I rammed away at her, my balls slapping and slopping against her ass as she thrust back to my every stroke.

"Ohh, fuck, I see what you mean, Pandora," Lita panted, as I worked on her, "he's got a great fuckin' cock. That's it, Mr Construction Man, fuck me, harder, harder!"

And moments after her panted instructions I felt the heat of my orgasm rising through my shaft and out into her anus as I could hold back my ejaculate no longer.

Lita groaned and turned to face me. Our mouths locked in a passionate kiss, then I knew what I had to do – had known since I first laid eyes on Lita's erection as she lay back on the poolside recliner.

I knelt and took her musky, strongly smelling but highly aromatic cock in my mouth and began to suck on it, as Lita above me voiced little sobs and sighs as I continued my oral adoration of her stunning prick.

It didn't take long for her to start panting, then moaning and I put my hands on her sweetly-rounded buttock cheeks and stroked her there, one middle finger prying between her globes to press into her back passage as she sweated and heaved to her ejaculation.

The explosion took me by surprise – it must have been ages since she'd come! The salty wad of semen splattered into my mouth, then another, another and finally the smallest spurt of jism as I sucked her hungrily down.

She wobbled, then fell back and sat in the work-out bench, a silly grin on her face.

Then there was a plaintive little call from the flogging frame: "Hey, how about me? Please? Please?"

I walked over to Pandora and knelt to release her from her bondage. She stood in front of me, rubbing her wrists to promote the circulation again. The circulation in her cock, she left to me.

Her erection was hot and urgent. I took it in my mouth and while I could still make out the briny after-taste of Lita's semen, I buried myself on Pandora's pre-cum dripping hard-on.

Like her friend, Pandora was soon surging to a relief-awarding orgasm, her spunk far less copious than Lita's but no less tasty, as she grabbed my head and pressed it into her groin when she felt the seminal surge flowing through her shaft.


The rest of the week-end passed in a lovely lazy blur of fucking, sucking and paddling – the paddling by me and Lita on Pandora's ever-obedient ass.

On Sunday evening, a thoroughly-satiated 19-year-old kissed me good-bye and pressed a card into my hand, which I slipped into the front of my thong, before stepping back and letting Lita say good-bye to Pandora.

The weeks went by, Pandora and I enjoyed a hugely erotic affair, mostly at week-ends which saw the lovely blonde able to escape Dave's camera crews.

One week-end, Pandora announced she was off to Dubai for a month. Some oil-rich Arab sheikh had seen her in one of Dave's movies and had made an offer she couldn't refuse. He, it appeared, was "curious".

I was, of course, sorry to see her go. But I still had Lita's calling card upstairs in the drawer of my bedside table, so I'd be able to occupy myself in the meantime.

After a week-end of passion, heightened by the fact that Pandora was due off to Dubai on Monday, I called a cab for her early on Sunday evening, so she could pack for her Arab adventure.

The cab rolled into the forecourt and the cabbie put her overnight bag in the trunk.

I kissed her on her lush red mouth and whispered in her ear: "Now, be back here in a month. Promise?"

"I promise," Pandora promised.

I never saw her again.

THE END