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The Farm Ch. 02

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Aurielee Summers

CHAPTER 2:
WARM UP

Robert Spilman, a rich businessman on the up-and-up, has been kidnapped and awakens after extensive feminisation surgery in a plain white room. A woman, wearing nothing but black latex, enters his room and tells him he has been transformed into a sex toy, fit only to pleasure the rich and super-rich who frequent the decadent pleasure palace known as the Fun Farm.

After this brief introduction – and whilst still pondering his desperate plight (stopping only to try on a schoolgirl outfit he finds in his new wardrobe) – Robert, now known as Georgie Suxcock, is shocked to find a second person entering her room…

The guy was as tall as I was, just over six foot, but broader than I ever had been despite all my muscle training. The sleeves of his tight tee bulged when he swung his arms.

He came a few steps into the room and stopped, hands on his hips. He gave me an appraising look and chewed his gum.

‘You sure know how to dress like a slut,’ he drawled. ‘And after watching you on the cam’ – he nodded to the CCTV nodule on the ceiling – ‘I know you are one horny little bitch.’ He grinned, showing perfect white teeth. I blushed and looked at the floor. ‘What I wanna know is,’ he continued, ‘do you live up to your name?’

‘My name?’

My voice still sounded feminine to my ears – higher pitched, and even the way I stressed certain words felt different, as though I had been coached subconsciously – but I could hear the undercurrent of fear in my voice still. And I knew that this guy – whoever the fuck he was – could hear it too. What was this place? What was happening to me?

‘Georgie sucks cock,’ he said.

I knew what was going to happen, recalled what that woman had said – “you will service our clients, suck on their warm cocks until they spunk inside of you” – and I had dreaded finding out why I had been given that specific name.

‘Please,’ I pleaded, and I could feel my eyes prickling again, feel a heat passing down my back as I thought of being forced to do what was the last thing on Earth that I wanted to do. ‘Please, let me go.’

This man, he put on a sympathetic face – but it was deliberately phoney. He was mocking me.

For all the fire I felt inside of me, for all the strength I knew that I used to have and imagined that I still had at least in some small degree, I couldn’t fight him. I was just too shocked. Too much was happening for me to be able to deal with it. The changes to my body… I didn’t feel like me. I didn’t feel like a guy. How could I, when I saw that big-titted hottie staring back out the mirror?

‘Come over here,’ he said. ‘Stand in front of me.’

I swallowed, dreading this. I got up off the bed, trying to pull down the tiny miniskirt, trying to hide the small bulge of my penis – feebly attempting to hide my shame and embarrassment as I stepped forward gingerly in the heeled boots. They forced my walk into a light swinging strut; I could feel my ass and breasts bobbing from side to side.

I stopped about a step in front of him, tried defiantly to look into his eyes but found I couldn’t. There wasn’t enough space between us for me to look straight down at the floor, so all I saw were the firm plates of his pectorals, the regimented ripples of his abs.

‘You are one hot fuck,’ he told me. ‘There are plenty of girls in here – well, plenty of girls like you, packing meat – that look as good as you do. But none, I think, that look much better.’ I saw him shrug. ‘Well… maybe one or two.’

He coughed. ‘Look at me.’ I couldn’t; my head felt so heavy. ‘Look at me.’

I pulled my head up and stared, damp eyed, into his green eyes.

‘My name is Dirk Shattler. I’m a trainer, here at the Farm. You and me, we’re going to spend a few days training together. You’re going to be taught how to pleasure a man. Ah-ah!’ he warned, when I tried to protest. ‘You are going to be taught. In time, maybe sex izle you’ll learn to like it.’ He grinned. ‘Most of you feminised guys do – even the ones who are bona fide men.’ So! The woman hasn’t been telling the truth…

‘First things first,’ he said, interrupting my thoughts, ‘you have to learn to live up to your name. Many of the girls here have a special talent. Yours is sucking cock.’ He smiled, warmly. ‘Let’s get to it.’

I was told to get down on my knees, placing them on the thick carpet pile.

‘Your carpet is more luxurious than that of the other girls,’ he told me. ‘That’s because you’ll be spending a lot of time kneeling.’

His crotch faced me; I could see the bulge of his… of his penis, behind the camouflage material of his pants. I started to feel the heat of fear again on my back, and my eyes were getting wetter.

‘Unbutton my jeans and unzip my fly.’

My fingers were trembling as I reached up – but I stopped just inches away from him and asked,

‘What happens if I refuse? If I won’t do this, won’t follow through with what you all seem to want me to do?’

He chuckled. ‘You don’t seem to understand. You don’t have a choice, not any more. You are our property – that means we can do with you what we like. If you refuse? Ha, well: we’ll make your life hell. There are men – women, I mean – who have refused. They’re suspended in stirrups from the ceiling in our extensive basement: constantly blindfolded, wearing the most luxurious latex or leather bondage gear.

‘Their clits – the heads of their penises – are in a state of constant stimulation. Sounds nice, huh? But they’re our pick up and go models – our equivalent of a quick snack. Any guest of the Farm, from minor devotee to major client, has access to the pick and go’s. They’re filled up with cum at both ends, they do nothing except deepthroat cock and get slammed in their bubble butts.

‘They don’t go out, don’t get to roam or walk around. They don’t get heard, they don’t get treats. They are the next step up from having a wank: throwaway, cum-filled toys. The last of the lot.

‘You don’t want that, do you? You’re prime meat. How old are you? Thirty? Thirty-five? I thought so. You have about ten good years ahead of you. Do you want to spend them in the dark, getting your butt slammed? Not even eating properly, or being able to pee when you want to?’ He shook his head, as though in a cloud of great despair. He seemed a very two-dimensional, almost cartoonish figure – but two of his words cut me to the bone more than the vivid descriptions of what fate lay in store for me should I find the courage to resist.

Ten years.

That was how long they expected me to… to work in this place.

Ten years.

I had built up my business and turned it into a profit-making money-printing machine in that time. In ten years I had imagined I would be close to retiring – selling up shares and realising my annuities.

Ten years.

This wasn’t a pleasure palace, it was a prison – and for whatever crime my competitor thought I had committed, this was my penal sentence.

I looked up into Dirk’s green eyes, and I realised in that moment that I had no choice.

My hope wasn’t gone. I still fully believed that I would escape the Farm. But for now, I knew that I must play along; the opportunity will come, I told myself, but you need to be able to move to grab it when it does.

My fingers still trembled as I reached up to his bulge, stiffly unbuttoned his jeans and opened the zip.

I pulled the wings of the fly open, baring his tight white boxer shorts underneath. I could see his cock twitch, smell the musk of his man scent.

‘Pull out my cock, there’s a good girl.’

Scared – and hating myself every second – I pulled the waistband of his boxers towards me and reached inside to fish out his cock.

My god, it was enormous!

It was the biggest thing I had ever seen!

About alt yazılı porno three inches in diameter, it was semi-hard by the time I had stopped handling it and let it droop down in front of him; between us.

‘How—’ I started, barely able to phrase the question. ‘How big is that thing?’

I looked up warily and saw him grinning. ‘It won’t get any wider, but… fourteen inches when I’m rock hard.’

‘Wha—?’

Fourteen inches!!

‘It’s too big,’ I said, ‘it’s too big.’ I was starting to panic. Maybe I couldn’t go through with this. Maybe I would end up in the basement, suspended in stirrups from the ceiling, nothing but a lump of meat to be fucked and fucked by strangers—

‘Relax, relax,’ he told me, soothingly. His voice was calm, and I started to breath more easily, my panic subsiding.

‘You don’t have to take it all. This will be the biggest cock you’ll ever see, I think. If you can pleasure me – if you can learn to accept such a big dick in your mouth – then you will be able to pleasure anybody. Do you understand?’

I nodded, feeling my hooped earrings bob. I was still painfully aware that I was in a slutty skimpy schoolgirl outfit; that I was wearing pigtails; that my breasts were bursting out of the white blouse and that my own dick – which was smaller, and much smaller than I remembered it being – was soft and limp behind the very short mini skirt.

‘Now today, you will use your mouth only on the head of the penis – the tip. You’ll need to touch the shaft, hold it with your hands.’

My fingers wouldn’t go all the way around his shaft, but I picked it up anyways as best I could.

I tried fitting the whole thing into my mouth right away.

‘Gently. Gently. Don’t get carried away. Do you like your blowjobs being rushed? Take your time, savour the taste, learn to enjoy the shapes and textures…’

My stomach was twisting up in knots, my heart hammering in my chest – as I stuck out my tongue and flicked it against the tip of his penis. I started lapping at it, wetting it with my saliva, kissing it – doing the things that I had always wanted women to do to my cock (only some had never known enough or could never be told).

I accidentally made a few slurping noises, and he encouraged me to make more sounds: ‘That’s it, that’s it: you’ve got to sound like you love this cock – that you want it, deep inside of you.’

As I moaned and gasped, slurping on this huge cock, sliding both hands up and down his growing shaft, I began to lose sense of what it was that I was doing. I started to forget that I was a guy – I was a guy – and I was sucking on this big, muscular man’s cock. I was lapping at it and nuzzling it like a slut.

‘Now see if you can get the head in your mouth.’

I parted my full lips and slid them over the head of his dick. It felt tight, but I could do it.

‘Good girl!’ he exclaimed. ‘Good girl, Georgie!’

I blushed, feeling strangely proud of his praise. I knew that there weren’t many people who would have been able to suck on that dick like I was.

‘Oh fuck, you’re doing a great job.’

I looked up at him, my lips still wrapped around his cock, bobbing on the head of his penis. His face was flushed, his breathing a little ragged. He had excellent control.

‘Now… Now move in and out with your lips, massage my dick like your mouth’s a pussy and I’m plunging the tip of my dick into you. And use your hands… to stroke me up and down the length of my shaft. Try… try to… keep in similar motion…’

I did what he said, feeling the tight skin slide over the thick muscles of his cock with my hands, seeing my fingers with their long fake nails wrapped about his manhood.

The head of his cock felt wet and hot and I began to taste a saltiness – sweat or…

Precum!

I had never tasted it before this morning, and when I identified it I nearly withdrew out of shock and fear.

What altyazılı sex izle was I doing?

‘Don’t stop!’ he said, placing a hand on the back of my head and guiding me back into the bobbing rhythm I had momentarily lapsed out of. ‘Keep it up. Keep it up!’

I felt the prickling at my eyes again, and couldn’t help but start to cry as I knelt before this man in my slutty schoolgirl outfit, rubbing his cock with my mouth and hands, tasting his precum.

He moaned, and his hand went rigid on the back of my head. I tensed, feeling his cock start to shake in my mouth. I squeezed uncontrollably with my hands—and spluttered as he began shooting his load straight into me.

His cum was hot and thick and there was a lot of it. It filled my mouth, trickling down my throat and up into my nose. I pulled back, gasping for air, and he continued to shoot, right over my face and onto my huge tits.

I managed two breaths before he pulled me forward again and shot another load straight into me.

I started coughing, and he relaxed his grip on the back of my head.

He breathed a long, deep sigh.

‘That was good,’ he said. ‘Good start. Now clean my cock, you sexy fuck.’

I felt demeaned and ashamed. He was treating me like a filthy whore; like a cheap woman. But although I looked like one of the hottest women on the planet I wasn’t a woman – I was still a guy. And what he had done to me was a violation.

‘I don’t want to,’ I said, in my girly voice.

He sniggered. ‘Don’t want to? Maybe I should call the manager, see what else she can suggest we use you for, hm? You want some basement time?’

‘No! No… no, anything but that! I— I’ll do it.’

‘Good girl, Georgie.’

I swallowed hard – partly out of fear, partly to clear away the rest of the semen clogging up my mouth – and started licking up the cum from his cock. It was mostly on the head, as the rest had gone inside me. I could feel it, a heavy lump in my stomach.

I lapped at his cock until he told me to stop; he had started to soften, and told me that I had done a good job. I did as I was told, gently placing him back inside his boxers and zipping and buttoning up his jeans.

‘Now,’ he said, stepping back from me. ‘You’re going to have to get changed. We have half an hour or so until lunch time, and you need to look your best for the other girls in the refectory. You are my trainee, I need you to make me look good.’ He flashed me a cartoon grin. ‘I want you in something casual, yet slutty. Something that says “I’m a whore” but also something you could wear out in town on a sunny afternoon. Oh,’ he added, as an afterthought: ‘And heels. High heels. Pink ones, if there are some.’ Somehow, I knew there would be.

‘I’ll be outside, knock on the door when you’re ready and I’ll walk you to lunch.’

He winked, turned about, and left the room.

I felt drained; dazed and confused. What had just happened to me? What had I just done?

I told myself that I didn’t have a choice: I was doing what I had to do in order to survive.

There was little time to start chiding or reassuring myself, little time to think; I had only a short while to get ready.

I stripped, showered in the combo stall, and towelled myself dry. I still couldn’t believe the size of my tits.

There was a bikini set in the drawer; bright colours. I slipped into it, tucking my dick so that it wouldn’t bulge too much, then pulled on a new pair of denim hotpants, these ones bleached white.

I found the pair of high gloss pink high heels in the wardrobe; they were five inches high, and I was a bit wobbly in them. There was an accessories drawer in the wardrobe, and I added bracelets and rings, a simple long necklace, and stood back to look at myself in the mirror.

Sexy, I thought. A stunning, blonde, big-breasted skinny surfer-type girl.

If I were a guy, I would fuck me, I thought to myself – and felt my dick stir a little in my crotch.

Just getting turned on seeing such a hot chick, I told myself. Nothing to worry about.

I rapped my knuckles on the door and waited for Dirk to open it, certain that he would be impressed and hoping that my outfit would please him.

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Sexual Healing Ch. 02

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Cuckold

I woke up to the chirping of birds, and the warmth of the sun’s rays upon my face. I stretched slowly, feeling the soreness of where young Ryan had stretched me with his large endowment. I smiled and just lay there remembering how nice it was to touch a man again.

The phone rang beside my bed and I picked it up quickly, curios about who might be on the other end. I felt my insides getting wet at the thought of Ryan arranging another visit.

“Hey there sexy,” a deep voice teased me. “You up for some outside play today?”

“Sure am sweetie,” I replied swiftly.

“Meet me by the front desk, and wear something easily accessible to my roaming hands,” he joked with me.

“Oh, okay. I uh, well yes, I will do that,” I answered and groaned to myself. I felt so foolish. Here I was about to go spend time with a man who was sexy and sweet and even paid to make me feel good and I couldn’t let myself just enjoy the moment.

I headed to the closet and began searching for something sexy and yet easy to take off. Hmmmmm, let’s see…

I was a woman with a lot of curves including some in places that men didn’t always find attractive, but I felt sexy and feminine in my pink shorts and white halter top. I left my shiny shoulder length blonde hair free of adornment, loving the way it moved as I did. I pushed on my sunglasses as I approached Ryan leaning against the front desk. He took my hand and didn’t seem to notice the yearning glance from the pretty young receptionist. He informed me that it was okay for us to go on an outdoors, since we would technically still be on grounds owned by the clinic.

I only half listened as I was trying to keep my imagination from running away with me. Dirty thoughts of riding his naked sweating body gave me shivers and caused my nipples to harden. We walked up a small hill and then walked down the other side until we reached a flat spot under a huge oak tree. Dappled sunlight filtered down on a soft plaid blanket. There was also a pretty wicker basket. Kind of early for a picnic lunch I thought.

Ryan distracted me by reaching down to gently remove my sunglasses. He leaned into me and pressed his lips to mine, softly, then licked my lips, and backed away smiling. The little shit, I thought to myself. He knows exactly what my reaction would be to that. I wanted to tease him too, but he grabbed both my hands with his, and laughed.

“Don’t you want to get to your next session? I sure do,” he smiled and gave me a wink. He sat down on the blanket and motioned for me to do the same. He then reached into the basket and brought out a…oh my god, he actually brought out a dildo! My face turned red. I can’t do this! My palms started sweating, my face flushed, and I started to bolt. I was shaking my head no when Ryan Onwin pushed me, not too gently I might add, back down onto the blanket.

“Just listen to me,” he said quietly. “I know you have used one of these before from reading your paperwork, but you have never experienced the fun of using a toy when you were with a man. Today we are going to change all that, if you are willing to go along.”

He leaned over and whispered in my ear,” I guarantee you that if you give me and this toy a chance, you will not be sorry.”

I gulped, wiped my sweaty hands on my shorts, and croaked,” Okay.”

He offered to start, and I agreed, still not understanding what we were suppose to be doing until he unzipped his shorts and out sprang his semi hard cock. I couldn’t help but stare at it. It was long and thick and so pretty, the head pinker than the flesh on the shaft, his large balls being lifted out from his shorts. He put his face next to mine again and licked my lips. I was instantly wet. He informed me that I was not to touch him, not with my lips or tongue, or even with my fingers. He was going to pleasure himself and I was to watch and see how much fun it was.

I lay on the blanket facing him, fascinated by the strong sure strokes he was using on his shaft, noticing how he would sometimes pull up to the head and encompass it with his hand. He was getting a nice sheen from sweating slightly on his face, and from the slickness he created from his stroking on his now very hard cock. He was so beautiful, so intent, concentrating and making small moaning sounds, his eyes darkened with desire, enjoying his efforts, his breath coming a little quicker now, and his balls drawing up, and I gasped softly, my pants so wet, my nipples so hard against my top, both of us enjoying, sharing in his pleasure. I bit my lower lip and moved slowly closer so I could witness the ever increasing pressure and speed of his strokes. His mouth formed a grimace and I knew he would be coming soon. God how I wanted to put my mouth on him and suck all that cum from his shiny hard cock! I felt like pushing him onto the blanket and screaming at him to fuck me hard! I did neither of these, just watched and waited, squirming slightly, pressing my legs together causing my now swollen pussy lips to rub against each other.

Then it happened. He let out a deep groan, and thick white cum started shooting across the blanket, hitting me in the face and on my top. I didn’t think, I just used my fingers to wipe away stray bits of creamy white cum from my eyelashes, still intent on seeing every last drop leave his now softening shaft. He kept stroking, now just toward the head, until there was one single drop left. He reached down with a finger, lifted it off, and smeared it on my lips, like lip Onwin giriş gloss. God, I was so turned on! He reached down and kissed me. Then he smiled, and took a small towelette from the basket and cleaned my face, except for the cum left on my lips. Apparently, that was my special gift from him. I looked at him, as he stretched out on the blanket, looking like a young god, relaxed and happy, and knew I wanted to please him. If it meant I would have to face my fears and try and make myself orgasm in front of him I would. I untied my halter top and stepped out of my shorts. I didn’t bother with panties figuring I wouldn’t need them. I watched his eyes follow my large breasts as they bounced as I lowered myself into a sitting position. I saw his penis jump, and I smiled. It was nice knowing I had that effect on him, when he had just had an orgasm.

This might actually be fun I thought. If nothing else, I could tease him until maybe he would just pounce on me. I smiled at him, and decided I would also kiss him as he had me, and made sure my breasts touched his arm and chest. I think I felt him shiver. I sat back down and closed my eyes. I put my finger in my mouth and sucked on it. I couldn’t resist. I opened them just enough to see him watching me more intently. I licked on my finger until it was wet with my saliva and pressed it to my right nipple. Hmmmm, this does feel good. A breeze had picked up and my wet nipple hardened. I pulled and rolled it between my fingers, not too hard, just enough to make my pussy moisten. I put a hand on each breast and gently started kneading them. I loved to have my breasts touched and licked and sucked on, but I never realized I could make myself feel good with my own hands.

I decided to touch and stroke my whole body. I softly, as light as a butterfly, took my hands and stroked up and down my arms, my breasts once again, then lower to the stomach I hated, noticing that by keeping my touch light, I could feel how soft my skin was, how warm it was, and how good it felt. I lowered my body until my back was lying on the blanket and I opened my legs with my knees bent. I touched my mound, pressing against it with one hand. Amazing I thought. I liked the pressure and rubbed on it until I came close to the hood that held my clit. I reached beyond and placed a finger at the opening of my pussy. My lips had become engorged and I gently separated them with the same finger, rubbing up and down until they opened and allowed me entrance into my wetness and my inner lips.

I was in no hurry. I decided this lesson was more about pleasure and not so much about having an orgasm. I relaxed even further and opened my inner lips up with my other hand. I pushed the finger from other hand into my pussy. In and out, short strokes, since my fingers were not long. I sighed. That had always been one of the problems. My fingers couldn’t reach where I wanted them to go. I felt a small weight lying on my stomach. I reached for it and realized it was the rubber toy Ryan had taken out of the basket. At this point, I really didn’t care how I looked, I just wanted to be satisfied. I pushed the toy inside, but didn’t get very far. Although I was wet, the toy was not. I took it out and placed the head at my mouth. I sucked on it, imagining it was Ryan, and started licking the shaft up and down. I turned my head to look at him and saw him watching me, stroking himself again.

I played with the toy, because I knew how much it was turning him on, and in turn making me wetter. I finally took the toy out of my mouth and placed it at my entrance. It slid in a little easier, stretching my lips, and I moaned. It felt so good. I loved that feeling of fullness inside of me. I opened my legs wider apart and kept sliding it in and out, inch by inch, until it was completely inside of me. I started pushing it in and out, and although it did feel good, I could tell that there was no pressure building. I would soon be sore if this continued. I thought about how I made myself cum with a toy at home. I would tie the toy with a ribbon onto a couple of pillows and then mount it, riding until I came. I looked around me. No pillows to be found, and the clothes would be so wrinkled, but then, I had such a nasty thought. I even chuckled. Well, why not? I asked myself.

I pushed Ryan down on his back and put a finger to his mouth, silencing him. I showed him how I still had the fake cock inside me, and I climbed on top of his stomach. His eyes widened in surprise, but he helped steady me. Then I took his hands away, and I slid back onto the dildo completely burying it in me. I started to grind back and forth on it, knowing it must be rubbing Ryan’s stomach, but I needed a release so badly, that I didn’t stop. My legs were wet with sweat against Ryan and I started moving faster, pushing the rubber cock in and out, feeling the pressure finally building inside, feeling Ryan’s cock each time I pushed back a little smacking against my ass, and still I rode on, almost, I chanted in my mind, almost, almost…until I screamed out:

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh Ryan, oh God, oh Fuuuuuucccckkkkk!”

I collapsed on Ryan and he held me, the rubber cock still inside, Ryan’s stomach wet from my sweat and juices. I slowly rolled over and pulled the toy out of me with a loud popping sound. My pussy walls were still clenching and unclenching. Ryan pulled me into his arms. I looked at the red swollen spot on his stomach where the skin was rubbed raw. I reached up and kissed it. I started to apologize and Ryan stopped me.

“Babe,” he said, “that was one of the most erotic things I have ever seen.”

He then kissed the top of my head and gathered me into his arms and be both drifted off to sleep.

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