Story of transformation of a Eighteen year old runaway, finding his/her sexual awakening in the hands of a mature older man. (based on my own experience but of course things did not happen as outlined here, I have taken complete creative freedom on this)
As he finished the check-in process at the hotel, I stepped back, feeling the weight of the day bearing down on me. I couldn't help but overhear his casual conversation with the receptionist, introducing me as his nephew. As my mind wandered, I couldn't shake off the events of the day. I had left my home that morning, seeking the local railway station in this charming town. Feeling overwhelmed and disoriented, I found myself longing to abandon my original plans and return home.
In my frantic search for the railway station, he came across me looking lost on the street. Sensing my distress, he kindly offered his help. When I mentioned my quest for the station, he informed me that there were no trains until the morning due to the late hour.
The realization left me feeling despondent, unsure of how I would spend the night or where to go. In a gesture of kindness, he invited me to join him, an older man with a dignified demeanor and a touch of grey in his beard. Gratefully accepting his offer, he treated me to dinner and even took me to a movie. Surprisingly, I found solace and comfort in his company. As the movie ended, he suggested that we spend the night at the hotel, a proposition I welcomed wholeheartedly, exhausted from the day's challenges.
Relieved to escape the superficial chatter, I followed him to the room as he unlocked the door. The sparsely furnished room with a central bed and a bedside table awaited us. After stowing my bags, he suggested I freshen up. In the bathroom, I changed into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, while my host was already settled on the bed, engrossed in the TV.
Returning to the room, I caught his gaze and a friendly smile, prompting me to sit beside him. Engaging in small talk, I offered brief responses, preferring to listen. Unbeknownst to me, his hands gradually found their way to my thighs, a sensation I initially dismissed, feeling secure in his company. However, his touch evolved into a gentle caress, stirring unfamiliar feelings within me. Despite my confusion, I allowed his advances, eventually experiencing a kiss on the cheek.
The man, in his fifties, with an unshaven face and greying hair, persisted, venturing further into intimate territories. As my body responded to his touch, my uncertainty grew. A sense of guilt mingled with the pleasure as he explored new boundaries. Eventually, I found myself on the bed, torn between conflicting emotions. His advances escalated, as his hands have moved into my shorts, not really touching me there but moving his hands around it, my eyes were closed now and felt a moan. I was aroused like i have never been before, and not knowing what to do but a desire to touch him. As my hands tried to clumsily move to his chest, i felt him turn my head towards him as he kissed me, as i felt his kiss i felt his hands had slipped underneath my t-shirt touching my nipples. My senses of guilt now evaporating as i felt an hunger inside me as i felt my body shaking, i found myself now holding on to him.
As i held him feeling his kisses i could feel him taking of my shorts, the man was undressing me, should i stop him, but there was no will inside me stop him as i felt my body was not in my control anymore. He had pushed me back on the bed, as he started to undress, i was now naked in the bed just in my t-shirt, which was now rumpled around my neck. I was breathing heavily as i watched him undress and for the first time saw a Manʼs cock fully erect covered with a darkened pubic hair. He was now in the bed almost on top of me his cock dangling between his legs hard and strong, and fear crept back inside me, fear of the unknown, the fear of what was expected of me, but before i could think anymore i felt he was turning me on my stomach.
As I lay on the bed on my stomach i felt him on top of me and his fingers probing me back there almost making me jump. But I was unable to move with his hands holding me firmly in place. His fingers continued to probe inside me, making me squirm as I felt his fingers probing further into me. His hands were not holding me anymore but I could not move as i buried my head into the pillow. After a while i felt him moving his fingers out of me, I didnʼt know what to do as i lay there.
His hands were now on my waist, as i felt something probing me back there, then there was this thing that seem to be spreading me, as I yelped in pain. But it didnʼt seem to stop as i felt it moving into me spreading me, i felt this searing pain not fully realizing what was causing it, i cried out with tears streaming down my face, I cried out begging him to stop, but he continued just telling me that it will be okay, but all i could feel was him tearing into me. I realized in pain that he was inside me, i could feel it, and then he stoped, but only momentarily. I felt his weight now on top of me almost pressing me against the bed.
He now started moving in and out of me, I didnʼt protest anymore as i lay underneath him. The pain felt unbearable as he continued to take me, making my body shake with his powerful thrusts. I could hear his grunts, his hands possessively holding my waist. I felt it would never end, the pain now numbed me almost, as i tried to tightly hold on to the bedsheets. Then i could feel him quicken up and grunting loudly, and then the warm liquid inside me, he didnʼt move now, as i was filled with his seed.
As i lay on the bed almost motionless feeling his cum inside me, i felt his hands now, making me turn towards him, I wanted to be angry at him wanted to say something as i felt his hands wiping the tears from my face, he started talking telling me he knew it was hard for me and that it was going to get better. He held me in his arms, i did not want to be held anymore i just wanted to crawl o the side of the bed. But he did not let go, he said it was always hard the first time. He saw me not responding as he held my chin in his hands and lifted my eyes to meet his, he said he was sorry that he hurt me, but i was just so beautiful that he could not help himself, as i saw him smile I was torn not knowing what to feel or say, and that is when he kissed me i felt his lips and his time opening my mouth to accept his tongue inside me, later on he did help me clean up and i slept beside him curled up but held by him firmly.
The following day, he exhibited remarkable attentiveness towards me, ensuring I accompanied him everywhere, never allowing me to stray from his sight. He consistently inquired about my well-being, questioning whether I still experienced discomfort. Despite the lingering pain, I fibbed, asserting that the pain had subsided. Throughout the entire day, he remained considerate and caring. The previous night's events had almost slipped from my mind, and my physical agony had also diminished. However, sitting still caused discomfort, a detail he seemed to notice but chose not to address.
I spent the entire day in his company, except for a brief moment when he entered a shop, instructing me to wait outside. After approximately ten to fifteen minutes, he emerged with a package. Curiosity lingered, but I refrained from inquiring about its contents. As the day transitioned into night, we returned to the hotel room. A sense of apprehension crept over me, uncertain about what might transpire again but understanding his potential desires. Despite my reservations, I refrained from protesting or expressing reluctance to be alone with him.
Upon entering the room, he guided me to the bed and presented the package, urging me to unwrap it. To my surprise, it revealed what appeared to be a woman's nightgown -- a translucent pink dress. Confused, I looked up at him. He smiled, explaining that it was for me, expressing a desire for me to wear it that night. I attempted to protest, pointing out that it was a feminine garment, but he simply smiled and insisted, assuring me that it would make me feel better and bring him happiness to see me in it.
Caught off guard, I sat there in contemplation. He encouraged me, saying, "Come on, go change. I can't wait to see how you look." I looked at him still unsure. "Look if you don't like it, then you can change again" he said. With his assurance I agreed. Once alone, I started to take of my clothes as I thought about what I was about to do, wearing a woman's dress for a Man. I started to put on the panties, the fabric felt different to what I was used to. I started to feel my heart beating faster, images of last night started to race through my mind. As I started to put on the nightgown feeling the silky material sliding down my body. What am I doing I thought to myself, why am I letting him do this. I should take it of, I thought to myself as my eyes caught a reflection of myself dressed. I froze at my own reflection, it was my face but something was different. I found myself thinking of what he would think, I found myself getting anxious at that thought. I didn't want to take it off anymore, now I felt that I wanted him to see me in this. My train of thought was broken as I heard him through the door "Come on don't keep me waiting all night"
As I emerged from the bathroom, I encountered him standing there, his eyes conveying admiration for my appearance as he enveloped me in his arms. I felt safe and secure in his arms, being held tightly, my anxiousness now gone as I felt I had his approval. I felt his kiss on my lips as he held me, and i felt my body responding as I kissed him back. He breaks of the kiss looking down at me, staring into my eyes "You look perfect, this is what you were born to be" he said, to which I did not have a reply. I looked down averting my eyes from his gaze but a sense of elation and relief washed over me. I felt his hands caress me over the silky material that covered my body causing me to shiver. My sense of trepidation and fear now gone as I found myself pressed against his body.
This time my inhibition was gone as i helped him undress and he guided my hands to feel his cock. This was the instrument of my torture last night, but now i was in awe of it, and felt his hands on my head guiding me towards it, not knowing what to do i just felt it brush against my lips, its strong masculine smell filling up my nostrils. He then told me what to do, how to pleasure a man with my mouth. I wasnʼt very good that night and almost scrapping him with my teeth. But he was patient with me, letting me kiss him there and lick it, making me feel the girth and letting me get used to its taste.
I soon was in bed but this time on my back, my panties now taken off but the nightie still on. he lowered my straps exposing my nipples, he kissed and sucked on them making me writhe in the bed with moans of ecstasy slipping through my quavering lips. Soon it was time again i felt him spreading my legs as he was getting ready to take me again, i bit my lips and looked up at him. He saw the fear in my eyes, as i saw him smile probably enjoying the sight of me, fearful but also unable to protest or say no to him. He took a pillow in his hand putting it under me and then taking a lube from the bedside table and lathering up his cock, I watched all this intently with trepidation and anguish, trying to prepare myself for the pain that was to come.
He was now on top of meI, as I felt his cock probing me back there. I was so tensed, which made it harder for him, he looked at me telling me to relax, saying he would be gentle, as he continued to push, i felt myself opening up as I clenched at the pillow. I felt him moving inside me, it didnʼt hurt that much this time, as i felt him sliding into me.
He was gentle and slow as he conquered me again. This time I felt something different, feeling myself responding to him moving in and out of me. I felt my body responding to him, feeling myself opening up, I could now feel his every inch inside me, as he moved deeper with each of his thrusts. Now I felt lost in these feelings overcoming me, the feeling of being owned and loved, i could hear my own moans as the bed squeaked underneath us my body shaking with each of his thrusts. I now become also aware of my own cock pressed against his belly feeling it being squeezed as he moved on top of me. Feeling slowly a pleasure that was building inside me.
I had let go of the pillow now my hands were wrapped around his neck, and my legs had wrapped around him. I felt him quicken his pace, feeling the pressure on my cock increasing, now sending me over the top as I cried out holding him tightly, I had cum for the first time with a cock buried deep inside me, as I felt my own orgasm, I felt him humming inside me and filling me up with his warm seed. I was now trying to catch my breath as I felt him on top of me his cock still buried inside me, he was also catching his breath.
He looked at me smiling, I could not look at him feeling embarrassed. He was having none of it, as he cupped my face with his hands turning my head towards him. He told me how wonderful I was as he kissed me on my lips, then asking me if I liked it I just shook my head at first but he kept looking knowing he expected me to say something, and I relented telling him that I liked it. He smiled as if he had conquered something precious.
He rolled to the side of the bed, as I lay there in the bed, his cum still leaking out of me. I thought about what had happened, I was wearing a ladies garment taken by a man, his cum still inside me, I didnʼt know what to think, should i feel guilty i thought to myself, but how could I deny the feelings I was having for him, how could I deny that I had willingly not only given myself but have also enjoyed it.
As i thought about these things, I heard him tell me to go clean myself. As I started to get out of bed, he told me that I should hurry back to bed. I made myself to the bathroom picking up my panties which was now on the floor.
When I came back to the room, he was now lounging in bed watching tv. I quietly made myself to the bed. As I got on the bed he reached for me pulling me towards him. His hands now rested on my pantied bottom as I lay beside him with my head in his shoulders and my hand on his chest. He was very hairy as I moved my fingers around his chest hair feeling him.There was a feeling of peace and contentment I felt, being like this with him, I found myself kissing his chest. Feeling how i loved his masculine smell, the feeling of guilt and pain was now pushed back in my mind, only the feeling that I belonged here in his arms.
I had drifted off to sleep and was awaken by him, it seemed like early morning. I was still in my nightgown as he was now looking at me. I was still half asleep as I felt him kiss me. He took my hand and moved it to his cock making me feel it, My fingers touching and exploring him there, as I felt him slowly harden, I was in awe at how it responded to my touch. As I looked at it slowly growing in my hand I felt his hands on my head slowly pushing me down. I soon found his cock in my mouth, with his hands on my head guiding me. My eyes were now closed as I felt his cock moving between my lips. He knew about my inexperience, as he started to tell me what he wanted, when to kiss his cock or lick it. I tried my best to do what he wanted, I now wanted to please him too, that was now important to me. I soon felt him exploding in my mouth, the salty taste of cum filling my mouth for the first time. Feeling some of it dribble down my throat, the rest coming out of my lips. The taste and smell of his cum was hard to get used to, and i came very close to throwing up.
That day I hardly left the bed, exploring each other more intimately and lovingly. I got better at sucking him and enjoying the feel of his cock in my mouth. Making him hard with my mouth as I attentively sucked him on my own, without his instructions, trying hard to learn what pleased him more. I watched in awe as I saw his cock standing erect, knowing I had done that with my mouth. But in moments, I felt his hands on me pulling me to bed, as his now hard cock slid inside me. I moaned with his thrusts with my eyes closed,
His hands explored me, as I felt his kisses and bites on my neck, then on my chest. I felt him turning me, now on all fours as he positioned himself behind me. I found myself aching to feel his cock back inside me, I wanted him to fill me up, and soon he did, his thrusts now became harder, the sounds of his skin hitting me filling up the room. As his urgency grew, his thrusts became more powerful, his cock buried deep inside me. I was once again on my back, as he started to cum inside me as my inside filled with his hot warm cum, I found myself shaking in pleasure my eyes rolled as I felt my own powerful orgasm. As he withdrew from me and laid beside me, I tried to catch my breath. I didn't want to move or go clean myself, as I felt drained. . As I awoke, I found him already dressed, sitting beside me. Gazing at him, I felt a sense of gratitude that he had chosen me, and for the first time, a new and unfamiliar emotion stirred within me. It seemed he noticed my gaze, as he smiled and informed me that he was heading out, having already arranged for food for me. Concerned about being left alone, I expressed my feelings to him. In response, he leaned in and kissed me before departing, leaving me in solitude.
Alone in the room, I decided to freshen up and have the food he had left for me. As I undressed in the bathroom, I noticed the rumpled nightie with telltale stains and feeling sad that maybe it was ruined and that I would not be able to get the stains of. The bruises on my neck and chest also served as reminders of his presence. Despite the evidence of his actions, I found a strange comfort in these physical marks, linking them to him.
After my shower, I changed back into my regular clothes, had dinner, and settled in to watch TV. However, my mind kept drifting back to the recent experiences. I couldn't shake the persistent thoughts of him, and the realization that my feelings had shifted troubled me deeply. I grappled with the idea of being in love with a man, a concept that had never crossed my mind before. The conflicting emotions left me torn and saddened. The notion of leaving crossed my mind, yet I couldn't muster the will to do so.
Amidst the turmoil, I yearned for his return, and eventually drifted off to sleep, my body exhausted from the intense physical and emotional strain. When I awoke, he was peacefully asleep beside me, his return unnoticed. Surprisingly, I found myself feeling relieved and content that he was back. Moving closer to him, I hesitantly reached out to touch his chest, not wanting to disturb his slumber. Despite the mixed emotions and the pain I had endured, I couldn't deny the response of my body to him, nor the complex feelings that arose when we were together.
I acknowledged that I hadn't resisted him as much as I should have, and had willingly surrendered to him despite the inner conflict. As I lay beside him, I realized that I didn't want to harbour any negative thoughts about him. Instead, I felt fortunate to be in his presence and grateful for the connection we shared. Embracing these sentiments, I slept peacefully through the night, finding solace and security in his proximity.
The next day, I once again found myself by his side, reluctant to be left alone in the room. After we finished lunch, he suggested watching another movie, and I agreed. Being out with him was enjoyable, especially when he would hold my hands or touch me. I can barely recall the details of the movie; my memories are filled with his caresses in the dimly lit theater, where stolen kisses were shared in the mostly empty space.
After the movie, we returned to the store, and this time he took me inside, revealing that the shop owner was his friend. He encouraged me to pick out something to surprise him with that night. Faced with an array of intimate options, I hesitated, silently pleading for his guidance. Instead, he insisted that I make the decision, calling it a moment of initiation.
As the men engaged in conversation, I was left to navigate the choices alone. Torn between a black negligee and a blue silk slip, I stole glances at him, contemplating what would please him. The longing for his approval intensified my indecision. Sensing my struggle, he stood beside me, gently expressing impatience with a pat on my bottom. Understanding his irritation, I held the two items, torn between them. Encouraged to try them on in the changing room, I did so. The sheer elegance of the black negligee caught my eye, but the blue silk slip felt delightful against my skin. In the end, I chose the black negligee, convinced it was his preference.
After changing back into my regular clothes, I emerged from the changing room and noticed a woman among the men. She was a well-built woman with dark skin, and her eyes sparkled as she turned to look at me. She expressed her understanding of why he was captivated by me and approached me, cupping my face in her large hands. "Oh my, he is so cute. Look at those eyebrows, a natural girl in a boy's body," she remarked to the men with a smile. Then, she observed that I seemed tired and suggested that he must be wearing me out. I blushed and remained silent. Taking the items from my hand, she leaned in and whispered to me, "Men have only one thing on their mind."
Turning to the men, she expressed her belief that I would look adorable in a dress. Without waiting for a response, she began selecting dresses and holding them up to me. I felt uncertain about the situation, as it seemed she wasn't interested in hearing my thoughts. I overheard him saying that he was going to the room with the shop owner for a drink, and instructed her to close up once we were finished.
After the men left, she settled on a red salwar kameez adorned with golden flowers embroidered from the chest down to the hem. She also selected a pair of panties and a bra to go with the outfit. When she noticed my uncertainty about the bra, she assured me that she would assist me with dressing. However, before I could get dressed, she expressed her desire to do my makeup. Feeling unsure about this, I hesitated, but she reassured me, saying that he would be very pleased. As if those words had a magical effect, my hesitation vanished.
Seated in front of the mirror in the store, she worked her magic, engaging me in conversation about him. Initially feeling shy, I eventually shared some details with her, and she comforted me, explaining that the first time is always hard for a girl. When I mentioned feeling guilty, she paused, lifted my chin, and gazed into my eyes. She then instructed me to look in the mirror and tell her what I saw. As I gazed at my reflection, I realized that the makeup had transformed me into a young girl, erasing any trace of a boy.
Seeing myself in this new light felt strangely right; I reveled in my reflection, knowing that I was the girl and he was the man. With her help in putting on the dress and the wig, my transformation was complete. I found myself eagerly anticipating his reaction, wondering if he would like what he saw.
As the men were drinking in the hotel room, I followed her in, feeling a bit anxious about his response. He was seated in a chair, sipping a drink, and as he looked up at me, a broad smile spread across his face. He gestured for me to come closer, and as I walked toward him, he took my hand and drew me close, planting a kiss on my lips.
This was the first time I had been kissed in front of others, and to my surprise, I didn't resist. Instead, I felt exhilarated, as if his kiss was a seal of approval, dispelling all my anxiety. He then seated me on his lap, one of his hands possessively holding me while the other rested on my thighs. Glancing at Roksana, I saw her smiling proudly at me as he expressed his gratitude to her for helping me transform.
As the men continued to drink, his hands lingered close to me, and he seized every opportunity to kiss me, whether on the cheek or the lips. I didn't feel embarrassed or self-conscious in the presence of others; on the contrary, I relished the attention he showered upon me. Sensing his arousal against my backside, I reveled in the knowledge that I was the cause of his desire. Even the shipowner's gaze didn't escape me, and I began to comprehend the look of lust in men, finding it intriguing that I could have such an effect on him.
Before Roksana and the shop owner departed, she accompanied me to the bathroom to touch up my makeup, which had been mussed by his constant attention. I expressed my gratitude with a hug, and she assured me that we would meet again soon. She also handed me the packet containing the negligee I had chosen, instructing me to change and join him once they had left. Before leaving, she playfully remarked that I wouldn't get much sleep tonight, causing me to blush.
Once they had departed and I entered the bedroom, he was waiting in the middle of the room. I stood before him, giving a little twirl, relishing the way he looked at me. I could see the hunger in his eyes, and I, too, was eager for him to take me to bed and claim me once more. In that moment, I couldn't imagine myself as anything other than completely his. His approval had become all that mattered to me, and he was the only one that mattered, rendering everything else insignificant.
Later that night, as I lay beside him in his embrace, my head resting on his chest. His hands wrapped around me holding me. I wondered where my negligee was, remembering how he had almost tore it of me. I felt his hands slowly caressing my back resting on top of my bottom, I felt a sense of bliss with his hands on me, the images of what had transpired between us still vivid and fresh. I knew I rather be here with him then anywhere else, as I clung to him. .
He communicated his decision regarding my future, revealing the existence of his own family waiting for him. It became clear that I would now be under Roksana's care as her daughter, expected to abide by her rules. Although he promised to visit when possible, the weight of his words settled heavily upon me as I processed the implications of this new chapter.
The realization that I wouldn't return to my previous life and would be separated from my family intensified the sense of displacement and uncertainty. His disclosure about his own family added another layer to the complexity of my emotions.
Despite the lack of input in the decision, conflicting emotions stirred within me. Resignation washed over me as I accepted the predetermined nature of my fate. Simultaneously, memories of the thrill of embracing my femininity and the allure of being with him lingered in my thoughts. Reflecting on his decree, an unexpected rush of affection surfaced within me. It was a nuanced mix of longing, admiration, and a growing sense of devotion. In that moment, I grappled with the unsettling realization that I loved him even more for the control he exerted over my life--a revelation that left me both bewildered and captivated. .
A Year Later:
I sat at the edge of the bed, as I started to dress as he still laid in bed, i could feel he was watching me. So I turned around asking him why was he looking at me, to which he smiled mischievously and said that I was getting very good at it. I smiled shyly at him with my eyes downcast, as I blushed knowing what he referred to. Then I remembered he would be leaving now, and my smile disappeared and I could not help but ask in a shaky voice, "Do you really have to leave now?" I felt his hands on me making me slide towards him. I could not look at him as I felt embarrassed knowing it showed my desperation for him to stay. He obviously enjoyed this as he asked "So you do miss me" I thought I could not give him the win, as I lied and said `no" he just laughed at my answer as he probably found me lying comical. His hands were now wrapped around me holding me closer to him. I rested my head on his chest, his masculine smell filling up my nostrils. I felt tears in my eyes, I have become so emotional nowadays I thought to myself as I fought back the tears.
"You are taking your medicines as told" He asked, I meekly replied in the affirmative. Roksana always made sure that I took the medicines, I knew those medicines were making changes in my body and also making me more emotional by the day. His hands cupped my breasts over the bra I wore, "Good never miss them, I can't wait to see you grow these more" I had my head buried in his chest as I replied "I will not miss taking them, I know it is important" my answer seem to please him as he lifted my head and his lips were on mine. His tongue moved between my parted lips.
He started to dress as I put my top back on, once dressed I looked outside through the darkened windows realizing it was raining outside. I thought about my life now, about learning to cook, learning to how to dress myself and put on makeup, how to look after the house, and also the other men that were my occasional visitors. My thoughts interrupted as I heard him saying "I will go now" I turned my head and nodded. He had come closer to me as his hands held my waist.
"I will be back next week" He said as I looked up now can't help myself but smile as I heard he would be back. Then he added "I will be going to your town next week for a couple of days and was thinking I will take you" My heart jumped in joy, as I heard that, then also it dawned on me that I would be back in my city. I didn't know what to think, going back now to see my city again, maybe even my parents, these thoughts raced through my mind as he left.
I thought about going going back to my city with him, as my eyes looked at the reflection of myself on the window. The traces of my old self now almost gone, my hair was now almost shoulder length, dressed in a black girl's top and a short skirt, my face made up with heavy makeup though slightly mused by him. I truly looked more like a girl, and I was changing physically too after I started taking the medicine for almost a year now. I realized it has been that long since I last was in my city or near my family. I suddenly felt a lump in my throat as I thought about my previous life.
My thoughts were interrupted as I heard my door open and it was Roksana, I didn't want her to see my tears as I looked away. I heard her say "Why are you still sitting around, clean up quickly, you know Mr. Sohrab will be here in an hour" I almost forgot that I had a visitor tonight, as I tried to compose myself, I stood up turning towards her. "Oh my have you been crying already, he has not left even ten minutes ago" I heard her taunting me. I did not say anything just walked past her to the bathroom, as I knew there was no point in correcting her. As I went into the bathroom I heard her "Wear the black baby doll, you said he likes you in that" yes I had told her how excited Mr. Sohrab was when I wore that for him, I had also thought about wearing that for him tonight.
He had kept his word and took me with him to visit my city. Anyone looking at me would see me as a girl, and would not be able to see me as any differently as I had perfected with the help of Roksana how to act and dress as a girl. I had packed carefully for this trip, trying hard as always to think what he would like, and of course what I would wear for him at night. Roksana joked at how long I took to pack and dress up, as I went through so many options.
As he checked us into the hotel, I remembered the first time he had checked me into a hotel, when I was introduced as his nephew. I was so blissfully unaware then, had no idea what was to follow. This time I knew very well what he expected and what needs i was to satisfy, my bag was packed with dresses to please him. I could feel the curious glances from the hotel staff, maybe wondering about the age difference between us. But i ignored those glances as my thoughts were more at being back in the city close again to my parents after over a year. I thought if I would get to see them again, or do I really want them to see me as I am now. I knew we were not far from my old home as I had passed this hotel when going to school. My thoughts interrupted as I felt his hands on my waist, i looked up at him seeing him smile as he told me that we should go to the room now.
Once we were alone in the room, he placed the bags and sat on the sofa in the room. I quickly got on my knees infant of him taking of his shoes, as I had been taught. As I was taking of his shoes, I gathered up my courage to ask "Will you take me to see my parents house" to which he replied "Yes I will take you there, when I have time" I did not persist on the topic anymore as I knew better than to as it would annoy him.
That night as I lay beside him, my thoughts again drifted to my parents. After a long time a sense of guilt came over me, as I thought of what I had become now. Over the past year my life had entered around men and how to please them in bed. Also I had learned how to dress and put on makeup with the purpose of pleasing men who I was entertaining that night. The other men in my life came and went, some were regulars but he had always remained central to me and whom I found most enjoyable to be with. Besides the outward changes, I could feel that my body had been changing and I now rarely thought about myself as a boy, the old me was now buried deep inside.
He had asked the driver to park the car just yards from my old home, then telling the driver to get some tea for himself. I was lost in my thoughts looking at the house were I had grown up, feeling conflicting emotions. I thought if I could see my parents, as I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I felt his hand on my thighs, his other hands holding my waist drawing me close to him. As I felt his hands rubbing my thighs I put my own hand over his, looking at him "Please not" I started to say but his lips were soon on mine kissing me. His hands rubbing my thighs ignoring my feeble attempts to stop him. I thought about what my parents would think if they saw me now, but those thoughts seem to drift away as i felt his kisses and his hands on me.
"Please not here" I said to him but rather unconvincingly it seemed as he continued, now his hands rubbing my breasts over the dress I wore. I shuddered as his hands moved between my legs stroking me there, I moaned softly. A part of me wanting him to stop but i felt as always I had no strength in me to resist him. As I felt his caresses my eyes drifted to my house, which seemed so distant now. HIs hands were now under my dress squeezing my breasts over the bra I wore. I could not hold back anymore as I felt my body shake with my orgasm as i soiled the panties I wore.
The memories of what happened only a few hours back still fresh in my mind, as I laid on my back with him on top of me. He didn't waste time once we were back in the hotel. i writhed under him moaning and squealing as i felt his cock deep inside me. I could feel his lips on my neck, kissing me. My legs were wrapped around him and my arms around his neck holding on to him. I knew he was getting close, his urgency grew with the quickening of his pace, and his grunts were getting louder. I felt him stop, his cock now buried deep inside me, I knew what was coming next, and I knew I craved to feel his warm seed filling me up.
As he withdrew from me and rolled to the side of the bed, catching his breath. I felt a sense of emptiness, I could still feel the throbbing there, could feel the wetness of his cum now oozing out of me. I knew he would not like me to make a mess of the bed as I quickly got up, reaching for the pad I had kept on the bedside table. My panties were still hanging on to my left leg, I placed the pad in position as I pulled up my panties. A trick that Roksana had taught me. He had not taken of the blue slip I was wearing, as I straightened it I looked over at him. I could see he was watching me. I smiled at him, as he waved his hands motioning me to come close to him. I knew what was required of me now, as I moved up to the bed closer to him. His cock glistened with his cum still, i deftly held it in my hand as I lowered my head to take it in mouth cleaning him. I felt his hands caressing my hair.
His Perspective:
I watched him or maybe now more appropriate to call her, as this past year he had changed a lot, and that too not only physically but emotionally as well. It has been a true pleasure to watch her change over the past year. After she cleaned my cock, she got up to go the bathroom, she now didn't need to be told anymore, knew what I wanted. Like I didn't like kissing her after she had my cock in her mouth. I smiled to myself, as I waited for her to come back.
I thought about what I had subjected her to just a few hours back. I must admit I enjoyed putting her into that predicament, I really relished these conflicts I knew she experienced. I heard the bathroom door opening as she walked back into the room and was in bed beside me, with her head resting on my chest, I slowly moved my hands to caress her pantied bottom.
"Did you like visiting your home again" I asked, I could almost feel her stiffen but she did not say anything. I knew she was feeling uncomfortable but I persisted "I was really proud of you" I said. "it was difficult for me" she says in a cracked voice almost whispering it to me, her tones indicate to the emotions that were now surely overwhelming her.
"I know it was hard for you not being able to go meet your parents" I said, not waiting for an answer I continued "Your place is here now, with me being in my bed" I pressed my hands onto her, as a way to reinforce what I was saying. I took her hand which was resting on my chest towards my cock "And taking care of this" I said. I felt her hands there stroking my cock. I could feel my cock stirring with her touch, she knew now what to do.
"Was it hard for you to kiss me infant of your house" I asked, I felt her fingers stop as she said "It felt strange, it was embarrassing" I hold her chin with my hand lifting her gaze to meet mine "you are mine now" i tell her with a bit of sternness in my voice. I could see the look of resignation in her eyes as she just nodded slightly, "I enjoyed every moment of it, and if I could I would have fucked you there" I told her as I looked at her, she knew I was not lying as she blushed. "You did everything else" she said, I smiled at that knowing that yes she was right. I did do everything else to her there except actually having intercourse with her.
Her fingers were now continuing to stroke me, I put my hands on her shoulders. She knew what I wanted as I felt her moving down taking my cock in her mouth. As I watched her servicing my cock with her mouth eyes closed I thought about what had happened. I had taken her to visit her home, we could not actually go in but I wanted her to see her home, maybe a way for me to torment her. As the rickshaw pulled closer to her home I told the driver to keep it parked close to the house. I could see her looking intently at her house, and that moment I knew what I had to do. I placed my hands on her thighs and started to stroke it moving my hands up, as I moved my hands up she almost jumped up putting her hands over mine. I heard her say "Please not here, someone will see" I was in no mood to listen as I enjoyed this moment immensely. I had asked her to dress up perfectly for me tonight, and she had put on the extra effort, with her face perfectly made up and a dress that I liked to see her in. My hands persisted as with the other i made her head turn towards me kissing her on her lips. I sensed her unwillingness, but also could feel her body responding to my touch.
I knew it must have been difficult for her to be kissed by a man infant of her old house like this. But I wanted to reinforce in her that there was no going back for her anymore. We made our way back to the hotel soon afterwards, I was eager to go back to the hotel and i could feel she was too.
My thoughts were bought back to the present as my little minx was putting all her effort and skills with her mouth and tongue to work. Maybe one day soon I will take her back to her home and introduce her to her parents as my wife, I thought about that and the opportunities it presented to me about actually fucking her in her home and her old bedroom. I smiled to myself as I felt my cock now fully erect in her mouth, she looked up to me holding my cock in her hands, wanting to know what I wanted. I indicated to her smiling to straddle my cock. she smiled back adjusting her long black hair as she got up to straddle my cock.
As she started to move up and down my cock I reached for the straps of her slip exposing her budding breasts. I cupped her breasts as she continued to move up and down my cock, she moaned at my touch. I looked down at her shrivelled cock, with the medications now taking affect on her, it has made her unable to have an erection anymore. I laid back at the bed, deciding to enjoy the sight that was infant of me. As she continued to ride my cock her budding breasts and long hair, her perfectly made up face. My little minx had reapplied her makeup while in the bathroom.
"Maybe one day, I will bring you back to your parents and introduce you as my wife" I told her, to her credit she did not stop riding my cock but looked at me with bewilderment. I had never told her before that I was going to marry her, and she already knew that I was married and had accepted that. "When your parents see how completely you have changed they will have no choice but to accept us" she stopped now as she said "will you really?" she started to say, but I was annoyed at her for stopping and told her that "Why did you stop?" hearing me she quickly started again.
I looked at her "I will want toke you like this with your parents in the next room," I told her wandering if that image crossed through her mind. I had my hands on her waist now guiding her on the speed at which she rode my cock. "They will know you are my wife now, not their little boy anymore" I told her in a taunting way. She just moaned as she continued to ride my cock.
I could feel her emotional turmoil as she continued to ride my cock, I could see the look in her face. Knowing very well she could not help but think about it, I took her hands and placed it over her breasts. She started to caress her own breasts as she rode my cock. "Do you not want to me marry me" I asked, her response was quick "I always want to be yours"
I now rolled her to the bed with her one her back as I got on top of her. Sliding back into her boy pussy, as I started to quicken my pace making her feel every inch of my thrusts. I kissed her neck planting kisses on her cheeks and forehead. She moaned and writhed underneath me as I took my transformed girl. One day soon I will cut that little cock of hers and replace it with a pussy I thought. As I was having these thoughts I heard her say "I love you" I just asked "Who do you belong to now" to which she just meekly said as I quickened my pace "You" I could feel myself close as I thrust hard and fast into her, and pumping her full of my cum.