Just Life - Part 3, Ch 7

i'm still cleaning this up, but i wanted to go ahead and post it here for the few that would look.  The muse has returned some, and i just had to torment stacey some more.  Enjoy!

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Just Life

By stacey kay 

Chapter 7 -- Home Life 

All the ride home I could do nothing but wiggle and squirm the entire ride. Stacey said almost nothing during the trip back. The only utterance from her was the command to "hush" during her acceleration onto the highway as the revolutions of the engine sent reverberations between my legs eliciting a moan prompting the new command. This left the trip silenced as I could tell she was perturbed by something. Worst of all was the constant desire boiling up from below that I was sure I was leaving a mark in the seat beneath me. The scent alone was driving me nuts and the humiliation of what the desire meant was causing a cyclical reaction spinning me deeper into the depths of arousal. 

The speed bumps of our complex alerted me to our arrival home allowing me to struggle back to this absurd reality as Stacey parked the car. 

While I was still composing myself, I heard her door open as she abruptly exited the vehicle. Realizing she wasn't coming around to open the door and I was being left alone, I quick unlatched the door and proceeded outwards, hearing an audible liquid sound as I stood; this was not good. 

By the time I staggered to my feet, I realized she was already at the steps to our door. Quickly, I tried to shuffle up to the door trying to avoid attention; something that seemed extraordinarily impossible across this empty parking lot in these heels. This led to a new discovery: it is impossible to sprint in 5-inch heels. I must have looked a caricature attempting to move quickly without breaking an ankle. 

Hearing the door close just prior to my arrival, my heart rate increased. Reaching for the door and turning the handle, I realize the dead bolt is locked. Attempting to rummage in the teeny purse, I discover there is no keys. Knocking lightly on the door, "Sir?" 

No answer. 

Maybe she just didn't hear me. Knocking slightly louder, "Sir?!" 

Still nothing. 

"Mr. Johansen," slightly raising the knocking level. The last thing I want is someone coming out here and seeing me in my current state. Someone walking by seeing some slut dressed to revel standing in front of some boyfriend's/lover's/john's door. Last thing they would expect is her waiting on her husband outside like that. Not unless she's been kicked out like some floozy or slut. Oh no, the thought is even getting me hotter. I've got to get inside this is so humiliating and that damn, stupid stipulation is causing it to turn me on. I am sooo fucking horny!! 

Knocking harder on the door, "Mr. Johansen!" 

Suddenly I see the light change behind the peep hole indicating his movement. "Sir, please let me in."

"I'm so upset with you right now. Knowing you would want *ME* to have been like that." 

Whispering, "sir, I swear, I never thought this would happen." 

"No, I'm sure you would have wanted something like this: Take off your skirt and toss it as far away as you can." 

My eyes go wide as I feel her command taking over my hands, my voice begins to plead, "please, Sir, you know I'd never put you in harms way." I feel the radiant heat against my bear cheeks as my skirt goes flying out of the breezeway into the lawn. I can feel the juices begin to flow as the exposure registers with my mind. "Sir, please! let me in before someone sees me." Thoughts of waking her up this morning with a blow job start going through my head.

Ominously from behind the door I hear, "now shed that thong and toss it in the other direction."

The soaked material removing itself makes an audible slurp as I feel the last small slip of my dignity slide away and watch it fly off in my own hand far down the hall. "Siiir!" I feel the heat flowing from my cunt. The very thought that someone might seem me exposed so egregiously hot body even closer to the edge. The very thought of his cock in my mouth drives me even higher. 

Leaning on the door for some modicum of modesty, I plead with her, "ppplease, Siir, I bbeg. let me in. weee can talk this through. please, someoooone might see me." Thoughts of her cock start running through my head as a lick my lips. Rubbing my nipples against the door for some form of relief. 

Suddenly the door is unlocked and the latched removed as I fall inward from leaning on it for cover. I find myself hurtling towards the tile floor landing on my hands and knees on the cold tile. Catching my breath, I look up to see her crotch still sheathed in pants. Recognizing the distinctive bulge I lung at her, deftly removing her cock from her pants. 

I begin giving the most sensual session of head I can trying to get her as excided as possible feeling my cunt twitch with every entrance of her hot rod into my lips. Closing my eyes to focus on the touch, I feel myself getting closer and closer to release. 

I feel her hands run through my hair and I moan at her touch as it causes a shiver down my spine.

My moans and menstruations are interrupted by her command: "turn around; hands and knees; spread your legs apart." 

Quickly I spin around getting in position and look back over my shoulder at her as my pussy is exposed for her access. I whisper "Please, Master..." 

"I'm sorry, what did you say," I hear her utter. 

Whimpering I realize what she's after, "Please, Master Gregory, fuck your horny, little slut toy!" 

Chuckling she drops her pants long enough to step out of them and my mouth visably waters from the site of her framed cock. I begin slightly rocking back and forth my body driving me out of my mind. 

Slowly she gets down between my thighs, I whimper in anticipation. Suddenly, I feel the tip of her cock teasing my slit, threatening to penetrate at any moment. My vision becomes hazy with lust and I close my eyes to keep some form of balance; my mind focuses on the amazing, foreign feelings. Noticing the heat emanating off of her member reflecting my own throbbing need.

I begin trying to wriggle back to envelop her rod, but she moves out of the way denying that all illusive penetration. As I continue to try and chase her down, mewing and whimpering, begging her to fuck me, she finally speaks out, "open your eyes and look forward." In mid sway, my lids lift and I freeze as the image before me comes into focus.

Before me is an open door into the breeze way notorious for tunneling and echoing the slightest noise to the residence. The thought of everyone hearing my continued lewd activities or even walking back to see the this wanton slut begging to be fucked sends a flush of red blush down my entire body and a new wave of juices down my leg. Reaching out for the door, I realize I can't reach it and maintain contact with the tip teasing me. I continue to try to wriggle back and forth to find the magic line that allows me to thrust onto the cock and hide my indignity by closing the door, but two juxtapose just too far apart.

Biting my lip, I try to stifle the moans. As I hear footsteps echo down the side walk, I realize there is no time, so I quickly lunge my body forward taping at the door, sending it slamming forward as I thrust back to impale myself on........ air....

Looking behind me, the glorious rod is bouncing well above me as she deftly stood up out of the way. Grinning down with a smirk that I'm sure is all to familiar with anyone who knows me but is oddly foreign from this angle it sends a shiver down my spine as she accompanies it with a, "you know what, hun? I don't think we've checked the mail in a few days."

What kind of sick, perverted mind thinks of a mailbox 300 yds away on the other end of the complex when there is a horny, wet, salivating eager cunt directly in front of them? What the hell is wrong with her....

"Be a dear and retrieve either your panties or skirt from outside then go get the mail; I think I need to go cool off for a bit."

Panting, my perplexed and over run mind tries to comprehend everything that just happened, but the wiring seems to not be fully run. Slowly, I try to move forward to comply by my body can barely move to comply. Seeing my dazed look I think, he takes a bit of pity on me and says, "first, take some calming breaths, get enough of your composure back to stand up and walk before you head out."

Inhaling and exhaling, some of my faculties return as it fully hits me what I was about to do; my body shivers in both fear and anticipatory desire. Seeing her pull up my jeans and plop on the bar stool at our counter, I slowly make my way up the wall to a standing position, only to be met with the revalation that she meant her last directive.

Shaking, I respond with a "Yes, Master" hoping she chuckles and takes it back, but there is no reprieve only more of that smirk.

Slowly, I turn around and step towards the door. Taking a deep breath, knowing what comes next, I reach for the handle and....

Up next - "Chapter 8 -- Adventures in the Mail Room"

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Just Life - Part 2, Ch 6

Chapter 6 – Possible explanation

During my sob session a young mAan exited the back door unseen to me, but Stacey saw him. She approached him and they began talking, but I couldn't hear them over my pity party.

Suddenly, my sobs were broken when Stacey called out to me, "stop crying, take a deep breath, feel better, and come here, hun." And it actually worked. The sobbing stopped I was able to get aA full breath, and I did feel a bit better, though nowhere near 'good'. I then walked in my all too familiar slink over to Stacey and the young man.

"I was just talking to Ben here and he might have an explanation to what happen and how to fix it. Ben is Lisa's husband, the young lady in the store. He says our story sounds like a very old Chinese folklore that has to deal with what is essentially an imp. And from what he says similar to the European myth of Puck."

I looked at them in awe my mouth a little agape. I don't know why I would be so surprised by it. I was just magically transformed into my wife. Why would it be so hard to believe it was a mythical trickster that did it?

"In any event, he thinks he can find us a solution but it might take some time."

I bounced up and down like a giddy little school girl "Oh that'd be great, Sir!!" I suddenly paused when I realized Ben was staring at my bouncing breasts just at or above his diminutive eye level. Not too mention the look he probably got from my skirt flaring. I felt flushed, humiliated, and horny again. This was really not good. I need to get this fixed fast! Especially before Stacey finds out any more details about my list.

"So what do we need to do to start, Sir?"

"Well, that's where I need to talk to you about. From the sounds of it, this will not be easy. It could even get expensive."

I nodded, it makes since.

"Ben needs incentive to do a thorough job, but I don't have any cash to pay him right now and he can't exactly go back inside to use a credit card to pay for this after the stunt you just pulled." That caused me to look down in shame.

"Therefore, being your savoir yet again, I have an idea to give him a good incentive while working to your reward. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good, Sir, but what does he need?"

He looked at me and gave a knowing glance towards Ben's crotch.

"OOohhhh…"

"Now, this needs to be of your own free will. You have to want to pay the price to get this, but it could mean everything gets put back the way it was. So I need you to think about it, do you want to do it or not?"

I stood there and thought about it. The list of things that Stacey still hasn't discovered flashed through my head, the things she has, the alley just before, could I even begin to deal with this?

At that point, I strutted over to Ben and got down on my knees and proceeded to undo his trousers. I reached in and gently removed out his cock. Luckily, it was nowhere near the size of Stacey was this morning and it was very easy to manipulate. I was able to take the full amount in my mouth and quickly suck him to full erection. I then proceeded to use my tongue on the length of the shaft feeling him shutter under this touch. I bet that prissy bitch inside would never do this for him. I began bobbing my head up and down on his cock, the friction causing my lips to send invigorating sensations throughout my body, my pussy began to get wet yet again as I could feel the pleasure building inside him. I looked up through my long eyelashes and locked my baby blues on him. This definitely had the desired affect as he quickly began thrusting in and out of me. Suddenly he exploded deep in my mouth before pulling out once and hitting the side of my face. I then clamped back down on the head licking the tip to get ever last drop out. Finally when he was done, I reached up to the side of my cheek and scooped up the drop of cum with my fingernail. I then proceeded to suck on it while focusing on him, when it hit me that while this didn't taste nearly as good as Stacey's did this morning, it was still very delicious.

"Damn, girl, I expected to at least go back to the car if not home considering your reaction to being in public before. What a really eager slut to do that so openly in public!" I realized Stacey was right; before I even gave them a chance to hear my answer or even hear the full details, I threw myself at Ben. I blushed profusely yet again, feeling my wet knickers beneath me (will they ever dry out?).

"Since the agreement has apparently been entered into, I better give you the details of what you just agreed to. Now that Ben has been given proper incentive, he will research the story and work on finding a solution. Once he has found a solution he will call us and prepare it. At that point, as a reward for finding your resolution, you will allow him to fuck you. After the problem is resolved, we will pay him $10,000 and I will fuck him as his final reward."

Normally, I couldn't even consider fucking this man, but if it got me out of this predicament, then I'd just go through the motions and get it done.

"Sir, how long will this take?"

I was surprised to hear Ben's voice for the first time (other than moaning), "I may have something for you next week, but considering the age & how little myths are past down to current generations, it could take months. I'm sorry, but I don't have a lot of details right now."

Months?!? I could be stuck as slut stacey for months?!? I hope he gets this done in a week!

"Very well then, Ben. Sounds like we have a deal. Here's our number and call us next week to let us know how its going. Hun, thank the man for letting you suck his cock and finding a fix to *your* problem."

"Thank you, Ben, for letting me suck your delicious cock and helping silly me out of my predicament".

He chuckled, "you are very welcome. I look forwarded to pounding your cunt." I couldn't stop the moan before it reached my lips.

Ben went back inside chuckling at my response.

"Come on, little one. Let's get you home."

As her final humiliating instruction on this trip she made this one the worst of all, I think.

"Walk on headed of me to the car and don't look back to see where I am. When you get to the car, I want to spread your feet to be the same width as the break lights then bend over and rub your nipples on the spoiler."

I blinked and started to walk. I couldn't believe she was really going to do this to me. I had quickened my gate to shorten my trip's length, but she seemed to have caught on to that.

I heard her shout from behind me, "strut like a hooker advertising." Oh no!!! I think I just about gushed as the humiliation of exaggerating my already exaggerated walk to look like that of a street whore. It must have taken me 20 minutes to get back to the car. By then nothing but the wetness running down my leg was grabbing my attention from my pussy.

When I reached the trunk, I spread my legs as instructed and leaned over the spoiler. My body shook as I felt the sensation ripple from my chest, through my body before focusing in my crotch. I also got the mental image of my thong enhanced ass being displayed during this lewd act. I don't know how long I remained there rubbing my chest, but it had to have been at least 6 months.

From out of no where I felt a body standing directly behind me. I leaned back in relief hoping to satisfy this hunger that was building in me. I could feel a cock enclosed in the trousers, so I rubbed my ass up and down both sides of the cock hoping it was Stacey and she would relieve this itch.

"Horny little slut aren't you?"

"Yyeesss, Sssir."

I heard the door unlock remotely followed by his command, "Get in; lets go home."

I couldn't believe it but I actually whimpered.

I heard him get in and the car start before I actually got off the trunk and scampered over to my door. He didn't open it. I also saw him put it in gear so I had to dispense with the proper decorum and just risk someone seeing my panties.

Once in the car, I suddenly realized that I actually wanted to get fucked right then, even it was in public. This was just not good!

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More Shopping with Sis

Okay, the last little ones seems to have inspired a follow-up for me.  i hope ya'll like it:

So, Sis, what do you think of the dress?  Gorgeous isn't it?!?

Well, it definitely is pretty, Jack.  The crushed velvet is a nice touch.

Ya I just love the way it shimmers against my eyes, don't you?

Ya, but it seems a bit racy.

Well, maybe its a little on the short side. But at least I got a descent ass to show off unlike some of us. *wink*

Bitch! I just haven't had a chance to work out much lately. Lucky for you I still had those old breast forms otherwise you'd never fill that out.

*giggle* Bitch.

Don't look now, bro, but I think those two boys are checking you out.

Well, luckily this outfit is very versatile. *flash* That will give those pervs something to wank about.

Who knew my big bro was such a little slut?!?

Just glad they had some nice tight panties to keep my package hiden.

Shopping with Sister

I know its been a while, but I hope ya'll like this one.  Let me know what ya'll think.

Sis, I know I promised to go shopping with you for your birthday, but seriously, I don't see why I have to be dressed like this.

People are going to know I'm a guy in girl cloths.

Nonsense, Jack, no ones going to notice. Besides I never got a chance to go shopping with a sister and that's what I want for a present, so you can play one for a few hours, dear.

I get that, but a mini skirt and leopard print belt? Hello! It just screams 'I'm a tranny'!  Ooo! Maybe I could switch to that blue dress over there!