"Please Sir, use some lube, pleeeaaasee" is all I could ask before feeling his massive cock plunder my bleached white asshole. Moments earlier, Sir forced me onto my hands and knees on the thick, lush green grass. My bikini bottom pulled aside and his strong hands on my hips. Sir mounts me like an animal. His feet outside my thighs as I feel him push into my tight, dry hole. My head rises as I cry out at the pain of being taken this way before dropping between my shoulders in resignation.
Sir grunts with each thrust and I soon feel his hairy groin slamming my smooth bare bum. His heavy balls swing and slap with each downward thrust. I push back through the pain of being so roughly sodomized to greet his thrusts. Sir loves when I am an active participant. And through it all, I feel my small bulge tighten in the gusset of my bikini. My bikini top is untied and my small breasts feel the cool breeze of the expansive back yard. His thick cock now slamming deep into my sleeve for his pleasure. His cock is thick and long, impressive really and Sir knows how to use it so well.
Rolling my hips, moaning and drooling as I feel Sir ride me hard. He grunts and I know what is to come next. Sir grabs hold of my long blonde hair and pulls back my skull. And then the unloads into my bowels. His cock fills me and his semen blasts deep within me. "Oh fuuuuuck." I moan as Sir breeds his bitch and I take all his semen. I grip his shaft and milk his heavy balls. I want it all, I need all of his cum. My hair released and my head falls forward. I feel Sir pull from me and leaving me to gape on the grass. A soft whine from my lips as the tension passes and my bitch-clit aches untouched and unsatisfied.
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After a moment to catch my breath, I reach back and move the bikini bottom into proper place. Getting to my feet, I slip on my heels and retie the bikini top to cover my small breasts and lewd nipples. I find my butt plug on the grass and brush it off before pushing it back in
Walking into the house with head high, I see Sir having a drink with his beautiful wife, Carrie Anne. Whereas he is in slacks, collared shirt and loafers, Carrie Anne is barely dressed at all. She beckons me over and offers her tumbler to me. As I take a sip of her tequila on ice, her hand caresses the wet spot in the back of my bikini. She looks past me to her husband. His handsome face smiles, "you know dear how much I like to fuck him on the grass." 'Him', Sir knows how much it embarrasses me when he calls me by male pronouns after all this time and his money to create me in such female likeness.
Sir and Carrie Anne are having their late afternoon cocktail. "May I shower, Sir? I had been lying in the hot sun for some time before you mounted me and I'm sure I look a fright."
"Don't be silly, boy, you look wonderful, Cagna (pronounced Kan-ya). But before you do, come over here and get naked for us." I walk towards Sir and away from Carrie Anne. Untying my top then bending over to slip off my bottom. I'm sure Carrie Anne saw the large round-headed plug between my cheeks holding back the cum. Sirs hand teased my medically modified penis mound when I stood back up where only my heels.
I have been something of a science experiment for them and Sirs surgeon brother. I have not always been excited about the changes but I consented to them years prior. My bitch-clit as we've long taken to calling what was once my penis only extends two inches from my groin when I'm fully aroused. It is primarily the flared head of a circumsized penis with one inch of shaft. The remainder of shaft and scrotum was surgically placed within my groin making it appear as if removed. I had average size genitals prior to the surgery. Now, it typically looks like just a nub in my panty. With the Summer tanning season upon us, I've recently shaved the pubes so I'm smooth in the groin and unable to hide my bitch-clit embarrassment.
While Sir gently fondles the head, I feel Carrie Anne move against me. Her hand softly caresses my ass cheeks and her warm kisses pepper my right shoulder and neck. Pre-arousal slime coats the fingertips of Sir as I sway between them. Carrie Anne teases the fat plug wedged inside me and elicits a soft moan from my lips. Soon enough, my full two inches are on display as I love being their toy and having my body toyed with by them. Her hand slaps my ass, "Okay, off you go ... take that shower before dinner." Sirs hand slips from me and I softly moan my disappointment before picking up my bikini and swishing my ass off to the shower.
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Five feet nine inches tall, I always felt a bit short when I presented as male. But now, especially wearing my typical three-inch heels in public, I always feel statuesque. Years earlier, Carrie Anne put me on a strict diet that I mostly adhere to this day. And the body sculpting surgeries have created a body that often turns heads by both men and women. The warm water courses over my skin as I stand and slowly turn. I free the plug from my bussy - my asshole that has been renamed by Carrie Anne - and push the nozzle deep inside to clean myself thoroughly.
Feeling the warm water from the nozzle takes my mind back to the first time with Sir. It was in Chicago and I was helping a friend cater an event. I wore a tuxedo and had my then light brown hair in a man bun with a light beard on my face. I had noticed this striking gentleman while serving hors d'oeuvres but thought nothing more of him. As I was clearing the plates, he struck up a casual conversation by asking me if Chicago was home. The next thing I knew, I was meeting him in the hotel bar of the Four Seasons where he was staying. I was still in my tuxedo but he asked me if I'd let my hair down while we shared a drink. He spoke in a casual way but there was a quality to his mannerisms that suggested he was not always so casual.