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Gesselle by Allie Cat
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Gesselle by Allie Cat
A well dressed young man walks up to the desk and checks in.
he feels secure in a luxury hotel like this one, a staff that protects it's
guests, very private,
Once in the suite he relaxes with a drink and contemplates the night
ahead.He draws a bath and adds a perfumed oil and as the room steams his
clothes slip off. Enveloped by the water and the sleek sheen on the oil his
thoughts shed the concerns of every day life. The razor skimmed his flesh
leaving a smooth supple curve in it's wake. It was done, I rose from the pool
and padded off the water. Stepping into the dressing room away from the steam
a chill rose up the body a subtle reminder that a very fundamental change had
already occurred. Using a bath powder to soothe the skin I applied the first
layer that would shield me from eyes that soon would gaze upon the image I
could project. I had started to transform myself into all the woman that I'd
longed for,I let myself become the object of my own desire.I made up without
seeing all that was created with the powders and pencils I used. The hair came
last, unruly and tossed it came under her control and framed my face in a way
that drew your eyes to mine. I smiled and passed her lips with gloss,
Lynda walked up behind her and quietly looked at the person that the he or
she in the mirror now had become. I'd lived with her for many years as a
child. And often opened her drawers and carefully dressed myself in her
clothes. But now she saw me as I'd spent years practicing to look. She smiled
and walked up and stood in the mirror next to me. She took the packages on the
bed and opened them. As she examining each piece of lingerie running the silky
feel of them thru her fingers I could tell that she wanted me to dress up to
writhe in exctasy like I'd dreamed of as a young boy.
Her hands were on my shoulders and she bayed me ship the pearl gray colored
panties over my ass. Her hand stopped me as they reached my thighs. Between
my legs she tenderly tucked my throbbing sex. I laid back on the bed as she
rolled the sheer stockings up in her hand. The nylons slid over my feet and
she guided my new black satin pumps on. I was lead over to chair in from of
the mirror and made to sit. Lynda stood behind me stroked my nipples then took
a lovely lace bra and slipped it around me. It hooked in the front but before
she fastened it shed turned me and leaning down ran her warm moist tongue
over my firm nipple. I moaned with pleasure as she sucked it harder and harder.
Looking up at me she smiled in a way that let me know the pleasure she felt
helping me fulfill the most secret desire of my youth. When the bra was
clasped, I looked up my breasts were so full an firm they filled my lacy bra.
She kneeled in front of me and slowly pulled up the sheer silk hose I'd
purchased. As she slid them over my calf I experienced a feeling of
transition as the texture of my leg changed from muscles covered with corse
hair to soft curves like those of the woman that I'd allays let my gaze linger
on. Tightly they caressed my thighs as she hooked the garter straps from the
cincher molding my waist. I crossed my legs and the ease which they slipped
against each other suprised me. So sheer and so smooth against my skin,a
second skin that shimmered slightly, yet shook me with its sexuality. Finally
I stepped into a silky camisole and drew the straps over my shoulders.I
slinked into the tap pant that would hide the huge bulge between my now
seductive legs. I felt a shiver as they slipped over the hose.
I was so overcome with new sensations I wasn't prepared when I looked up into
my reflection. Standing before the full length mirror I stared with the eyes of a
man confronted with a vision that I'd allays fantasized about finding. I
turned slowly and leaned on the back of the vanities chair. There was such a
duality in what I saw and what I felt. The space at the top of the thigh where
it changed from nylon to flesh was the clue that qold me if a girl enjoyed
lingerie too, if I'd caught glimpse as she'd cross her legs. The mirror showed
me that girl there to reach out and touch with all the nuance that I had ever
imagined. I felt the thrill that comes with that ability to tease as well. I'd
found gloves made of shiny satin that absorbed the light yet shimmered in the
soft dark grey glow around me. They came up to smooth over my biceps.
I ran my hand over the curve of my hips and found that with these on I was able
to spilt sensation and reflection. A women's clothes are subtle restraints like a
velvet fist, from the high heels that restrict where you walk and a tight
skirt that keeps you from a determined stride. Even a wispy lace corset can
pressure your body into curving hips and inviting cleavage. I understood that
as she stood parting my legs with hers. Our thighs touched and she slowly
rocked back and forth. It made a sound that was barely audible, I'd heard it
before. When a girl moves to seduce her thighs cross and make that sound. The
sensation that we felt as she rubbed against me is almost beyond words. Her
panties were wet and my sex engorged as they slipped with only the silkiness
to stop the friction and separate me from orifice that would gratify me
thirst. She pulled away and posed in the mirror, she was teasing me.
I tried to ignore her and leaned in to coat my lips with fresh lipstick. But I
couldn't take my eyes away. She unbuttoned her blouse to reveal cleavage like
that of a younger women. She bent and ran her fingers up her legs slowly
razing her skirt above her thighs she wore suntanned silk stockings that
complimented her creamy skin. They were hooked to a royal blue garter that
matched high cut panties trimmed in lace. I rose and passed around her and ran
my hands up from behind along her sides. She straighten and wrapped my arms
around her.pressing against me she stoked my ass as we swayed together. She
took me to the bed laid me back spreading my legs with hers. She held my
wrists down till I was still then ran her fingers over me to enhance the silk
she'd dressed me in. I was finally caught dressing up as I'd hoped I would be
when I was in sixth grade. She teased me with that by exciting those secret
desires. I would have done anything she demanded at the time to keep it a
secret from my father. I wanted to be a closer part of my family as she and my
sisters had become while I was away at boarding school.
Without realizing what I had discovered I played to my audience. My
seduction wasn't the goal Lynda had in mind for me. Manipulation was my key.
Instinctively I played to her sense of control. The more I enjoyed this
forbidden pleasure that she provided as an audience the more she thought I was
in her power. But she could be denied as well, I became coy and reticent. She
shamed and coerced me into changes I hadn't considered. Using potions that
removed my inhibitions she could violated me and hold me back till I begged
her for more. She enjoyed the role change but she was tender as an aggressor.
Always me cock was sheathed with condoms she extended them around my
balls, that kept me hard and available to her at her discretion. Her school taught
their lessons in depth. And I was so eager to learn.
We played our secret game some months as she provided for my wardrobe.
As I found different looks to present and she became confused between the
adolescent boy she raised and the chameleon appearing before her. The
corsets she dressed me in curved me into a slut. But the silk dresses I wore
had the finest cut, although they always made me as suggestive as they felt on
my body. She urged me to expand the borders that I set with the room. She took
me for rides in limousines and sometimes she'd make me tease couples in cars
next to us. What she needed was a person to confirm in her mind what her
eyes could no longer clearly define. Her lover was my fulcrum, I would meet
him with all the outward shyness of an insecure young sacrifice. Then subtly
drive him to distraction with the same aloof sexuality that I'd experience
from girls during all my own hunts. I arrived at her home at dusk a day early
from the invitation she sent. As my cab pulled up her car pulled in the
driveway , she wasn't suprised but it did throw her off balence for a moment.
She opened the door turned and pulled me into her arms. I love her purfume.
We had a drink and teased a bit before she lead me upstairs to my room. I
opened my bag to unpack but she slid across bed and stoped me, I stood in front
of her and let her pull me to her . she nuzzeled my chest and ran her hands up
the back of my legs. I wanted to be her toy but I had other plans. Her
boyfriend was asleep in the room across the hall and I quess we woke him up. I
had gone to the closet to hang some thing and found he could see me in a
mirror. Lynda couldn't tell from where she sat so I started to slowly undress
and taunt him. Off came my jacket then I leaned back against the door and
slowly undid my blouse. He could see the teddy I wore and the cupless bra
underneath, my nipples were so firm and erect from rubbing the lace on the
teddy that he had to know I was playing to him. I slipped down my skirt and
bent to pull my stockings tight. I walked to the bed and sat next to her
rubbing her neck and kissing her shoulder. We curled up to each other and she
told me how pretty I had become. She was starteled when she realised he was
standing in the door watching us. He had no idea I was her stepson but the
buldge in his shorts seemed friendly. He walked over to the bed and slaped
Lynda he wanted her to share. Before she could say a word I leaned over and
took the head of his cock in my mouth. She was shocked at how hungry I was for
it. She pulled me away and over her lap slaping my ass hard. Pulling my
panties down she exposed my stiff prick tucked between my legs. That stopped
him in his tracks she explained everything and after a long pause he lifted me
to him and sucked my nipples thru the lace. He told her that he would seduce
me as a women and she was to take me as a man. He turned me around, my
back to him. As Lynda obediantly knelt in front of me she kissed inside my
thighs. I spred my stance allowing her to run her tongue over my swollen dick,
she never went down on me before. I was estatic as I leaned over her. I gasped
as his cock opened me from behind, and took my cherished virginity
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