They had planned to meet at the coffee shop. "If you behave," Stacey had IM'd Colonel Nick Saint, "you might, just might, get very lucky." She took her small cup to the table and examined him with her iceberg blue eyes; her serene regal expression never changed.
"Damned if I ever play poker with her," Nick thought to himself as he weathered the staring eyes. Nick had every intention of behaving as well as was humanly possible. Stacey was sexy, exciting, demanding, giving and caring, and for a long time Nick had yearned to be with her; as companion, confident, lover; Nick was ready to be what Stacey would let him. Finally meeting her after months of online chit-chat was fantastic. Nick was excited as he was nervous. Stacey wasn't Nick's first liaison with a sissy girl, a CD lovely. Stacey, with her cool demeanor and frost goddess stare, made Nick more uncertain than he usually felt on first encounters. Despite his air of assurance and confidence, Nick wondered at the vigor of the butterflies he was feeling inside.
"I knew you were going to make me nervous," Nick started, sipping hurriedly as Stacey looked into his eyes, one eyebrow going up just a fraction, "but I didn't expect it to be this bad." He sipped again and hurried on, "it's just that you are so much more of everything than I thought you would be." He looked down and reddened a bit, "I am just stunned at how beautiful you are in person, Stacey. The camera loves you, but the camera can't really capture what you've got." He glanced up and her smile melted half his butterflies and doubled his excitement. Nick grinned back.
"We need to go by Victoria's—I just have to see you making me choose sexy bits for you. That was such a neat idea, I really want to," Nick was thinking of the story Stacey wrote for him, and he meant it—the idea of a guy shopping with his tgirl-friend was quite a turn-on. He saw the iceberg blue eyes warming a few degrees, and grinned even more. But the smile was gone. "If you want to, I mean," Nick stammered hurriedly.
Stacey sipped some more and contemplated this man. He was honest and open and not backing down despite her ice queen treatment. He just kept getting more and more aroused and attracted. Well, good. A lot of work goes into making a girl beautiful enough to get a guy to really fall for you. And once Nick started playing with the lacy and the silky and the satiny at Victoria's, Stacey knew Nick would be more than excited enough to play the rest of the day.
Nick's excitement "equipment" could get pretty big. Stacey hadn't believed his pictures when she first saw them. But they were really him, and she had seen how impressive he got. Stacey intended to be impressed. She would make him play slowly and carefully—that much manhood could hurt a girl who hadn't had one quite like that. And it will do him good, she reflected (and me good) for him to learn how to be a careful, attentive lover with me. I'll bet he really is going to be good, she thought.
She gave him a real smile and nodded. "You weren't going anywhere if you didn't take me there first." The look of surprise and then relief made Stacey laugh. "Don't worry, I have so many outfits packed, there's barely room of more than a few thongs." His big lopsided grin made Stacey smile even more.
They hurried through their coffees and walked to the lingerie shop. It was modest in size compared to some, and fairly empty this early in the day. Nick was the perfect boyfriend, relaxed, at ease, and enthusiastic. The fact that all the salesgirls could tell Stacey wasn't a genetic sister didn't even register with Nick. They could have been any other couple, shopping for some seriously sexy play clothes. Stacey knew Nick was getting more and more aroused, probably getting nervous again, but he played along wonderfully. He really was a different kind of guy. "Nick, stop dawdling and gawking and buy me these; we have places to go and things to do."
"Yes ma'am. Gimme a minute." Nick went off with the clerk and came back shortly, insisting on carrying the small bright pink shopping bag for her. Anyone seeing Nick and Stacey would see where they had been and what they were buying. Nick felt kind of bubbly. Escorting pretty t-girls was always an extra special thrill. Although Stacey was more than passable, some people would `know' when they saw the two of them. Nobody ever bothered Nick. He smiled to himself--Striking tiny blows for transgender liberty!
He gave her some general idea of the route and where they were going so Stacey could follow him, made sure she had her cell phone and his number, and led the way in his orange sports coupe. She only had a glimpse of the big colonial surrounded by rock gardens and flower beds. He made the garage door open and let her park first, then pulled in beside her car. Getting her bags was a bit of chore--Stacey apparently had brought a mini-wardrobe.
Once inside Nick pulled her slim short frame into him and looked down into her eyes. She knew what he was going to ask, "Kiss me, Nick." It was a long, lingering and adventurous kiss. He might have missed an inch or two of neck, face, ears, eyes, brows, but not much more. He came back for seconds, and thirds, and Stacey felt his steadily rising arousal right where it was supposed to be.
Nick held her while he gave his little speech. "I wanted this to be kind of special, so I fixed up the apartment downstairs so you'd have lots of room to dress and undress and stuff, and we can see the garden and the waterfall, although it's still pretty bleak with the ice and snow. And I fixed a place up here next to the fireplace cause it's pretty romantic in the dark." Nick wanted Stacey to feel very romantic. He had every intention of learning how she liked to be pleasured and making her brim over with erotic joy.
"Take me to the bedroom, handsome, and let a lady have a little bit of privacy. And get yourself ready. We have a lot of catching up to do." He led her down the stairs to the apartment and showed her the bedroom and bathroom, lighting the candles he had positioned as he gave her his mini-tour. Stacey could hear him in the kitchenette, playing with bottles and corkscrews and glasses, as she changed into the white ensemble—sexy white slave girl bridal lingerie, and classically elegant bridal dress, plunging front and back to reveal the lacy racy revealing corset. The effect was society debutant bride, ready to become the sluttiest of slave girls in the honeymoon bed.
Stacey walked over to Nick in her high white lace-tied fuck-me pumps. He was wearing a dressing gown and his erection was visible well beyond the slit in front. He handed her a glass of bubbling champagne. "To you, and to us, and to happy days." They clinked and drank his toast, staring into each other's eyes.
Nick pulled her slim torso into him and they felt each other's excitement: Nick's cock throbbed against Stacey's satiny gown and burned in her encircling fingers. "You shaved your cock for me, Nick." Stacey whispered, "It feels so smooth and hard. I want to feel it in me; in my mouth and my pussy." Well-tucked as she was, Stacey's thickening clitty grew under Nick's caressing fingers.
He put down the glass and his other hand found and caressed her nipple, pulling on its rubbery hardness and letting it snap out of his grasp, flicking it back and forth, up and down. His other hand stroked the length of her tucked-back clitty, rolling it under the tight silky panty that trapped it, rolling it out from under the fabric, urging it up against her abdomen. He stroked the satin of her bridal gown up and down her thickening clit shaft. He kissed her again, even more deeply and passionately. "I want you so much, Stacey. I've wanted you since I saw your picture in that bathing suit, months ago. Ever since I saw those eyes of yours. My god, you feel so good. Let me take you to bed. Let me make love to you, darling."
Stacey kissed him back, hard, and then led him by his thick cock to the bedroom full of candlelight. They stood by the bed and continue to kiss and caress each other. Stacey pushed the robe off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She raked her nails over his chest and hard nipples. Nick unfastened her white gown and let it drop.
He knelt as he slid the white lacy gaff panties down her stockinged legs. Stacey stepped out of them and spread her legs as Nick licked the underside of her erect clitty. His lips kissed her silky smooth girly balls and he gently sucked, first one, and then both of her balls into his mouth. Her smooth-shaved bag disappeared into Nick's mouth as his tongue gently bathed and fondled her precious orbs. He released them one at a time and his hot tongue licked the beads of pre-cum from the slit in her clitty. He stood up and shared the sweet drops as he kissed her again. "Stacey, I want you to suck my cock."
Nick sat on the edge of the bed and stared into Stacey's eyes as she took his helmet into her lips and explored his cockhead with her tongue. The vision of her beautiful lips surrounding his cock gave Nick a sharp pre-shock and they both felt the first tiny spurt of pre-cum jet through him into Stacey's mouth. She sucked it out of him and her mouth took almost half his length as her warm lips wet his shaft. Nick gently held Stacey's head as fucked her mouth and she fucked his cock. Nick's guttural moans kept time with her bobbing head and sucking lips. He felt like his cock had never been so hard.
"Give me a condom, Nick." Stacey took the unwrapped rubber and put it over his cock tip, then used her lips and mouth to roll it down his length. ""I've been practicing with my toys, darling, so you can take my virginity with your beautiful cock. But you must go slow and gentle, Nick."
They pulled back the covers and Nick arranged pillows under Stacey hips and stroked her legs up into the air and onto his shoulders. My god she has fantastic legs, he thought, caressing them. He lubed himself and Stacey's pussy lips, then took a tube of gel and squirted it inside her. Stacey guided Nick's slippery cock to her rosebud and pushed herself into him, seating his tip in the center of her pinhole. Nick's weight leaned into her and his cock ever so slowly forced her pinhole to yield. They felt her tight ring slowly open and Nick slide inside, until Nick's fat helmet was in Stacey and her widened ring pinched Nick's shaft, and Stacey's lips made a beautiful round O of surprise, lust, and anticipation. Nick kissed her again.
"Baby, Daddy's got his cock inside your virgin pussy." Nick kept kissing Stacey, his tongue fucking her open mouth, his deep voice whispering in her hot ear. They felt her tight tension around him ease as her pussy relaxed, and Nick's shaft glided ever so slowly into Stacey's virgin-tight hot pussy, expanding and filling her. "Slow ... slow ... slow ... Oh my god." Her voice was throaty and smoky, raspy with passion.
"Your god has six inches of his cock inside you, darling, and Daddy has more than that for you, Stacey." Stacey's eyes grew wider and wider and she let herself go limp, her pussy ring totally at ease. They felt Nick's long thick shaft slowly pushing on and on, up inside her hot sleeve. They kissed and stared into each other's eyes and kissed some more. Neither could believe how delicious the other felt. Nick looked at her. "Baby, you've got my whole cock inside your pussy."
"I know, Daddy, you are so big ... fuck your little Stacey ... oh Daddy, slowly, slowly, slowly, gently, Daddy. I'm still adjusting. Slow. Oh! Oh ... oh ...Your cock is so huge, Daddy! ... Oh fuck me! ... slowly ... slowly ...Make me your girl. Oh, Daddy..." Nick loved Stacey's dark, deep, ecstatic moans.
Nick slid as slowly as he could out of Stacey's pussy until just his cockhead stayed to keep her open, then he slowly eased his shaft back into her. It was like orgasm control, to resist pounding into her wet hot tight sleeve. But Nick went slowly, in and out, and then just a bit faster, then faster still, and they felt Stacey's pussy slowly opening, still as tight as a virgin, but oiled and flexible and gripping him in and out.
Stacey was oh so tight, but Nick's fucking thrilled and opened her, and he was thrusting in and out, reaching ever deeper into her, gliding over and over Stacey's throbbing prostate, pleasuring her p-spot again and again.
"God, Nick, nobody's been where you are. Nobody's fucked me like this." Stacey felt the big wave building as he stroked inside her, climbing up from deep in her very center, the thrilling tensions spreading out from her p-spot, right into her clit, into her breasts, and reaching out to heat and swell and harden the very tips of her nipples. "Oh god, Daddy, I think you're going to make me cum. Oh my god!...oh my god!..."
Nick kept slowly steadily fucking Stacey and caressed and pinched one nipple. "OH GOD! Nick, you're going to make me cum ... oh, baby..." He caressed and pinched the other nipple ... "Oh damn! Oh, Daddy! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!... DADDY!"
Nick pinched hard and felt her whole body whipsaw, jack-knifing on his cock. Stacey whipped off half his shaft and then jammed herself down on him like she was impaling herself on his spike. Her whole pussy squeezed down on his cock. Stacey exploded a thick long rope of cum they both heard as it spattered onto her chin and face. Nick leaned down to lick the thick white smear from her chin and fed it to her as he kissed her open panting mouth.
Stacey's torso whip-sawed again and again. Nick stayed still and let Stacey fuck herself on his fat cock. She shot ropes of cum all over Nick's abdomen and chest. Stacey kept cumming and squeezed like a vice on Nick's cock. He stayed planted in her as she spasmmed, finally emptied, and lay trembling on him and under him. They stayed still while her climax ebbed and her after-shocks rolled through her limp body. Nick wiped fingers of cum off his chest and licked them and fed her, sharing her sweet-salty cum as he kissed her.
"You are delicious, Stacey. I love the taste of you." He admired the woman under him, an image of satiated desire, and now all the more desirable. "That was fantastic."
Stacey watched him relishing the taste of her cum. She sucked her juices out of his mouth, licked her cum off his lips, sharing and tasting it as their tongues chased and played like otters under a waterfall. She thought, "This guy really is different. He really does like the taste of me. God, he really fucks. I was never fucked like that."
"I've never cum like that before..." Her voice seemed small and far away, she was still riding the throes of her passion. "I never came so much...you're just covered..."
"I know. You shot a double load, sweetheart; you just emptied your balls and your prostate all at the same time. It's like you haven't cum in months..." He continued wiping the ropes off his hairy chest and licking his fingers and kissing her.
Stacey gently and firmly squeezed the cock that was filling her and looked up at Nick Saint in the candlelight. His eyes widened and he looked down into hers. She felt him move and position himself.
"He's mounting me," she thought. "Good, that time he just helped me fuck myself. This time, I'm going to make him do all the work." Stacey lay back and worked her pussy muscles on his shaft. It didn't seem possible but he was getting bigger inside her.
Stacey felt Nick's hips beginning to rotate, then whipsaw, and his cock was thrusting steadily, deeply into her tightness. "God, he's bumping my heart," she thought. He was rutting, ramming, pounding into her; a man intent on breeding his women. The Colonel was on a mission.
Stacey smiled at Nick. He was fucking her like there would be no tomorrow.
It was going to be a wonderful day ...
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