I had not seen my best bud Anthony for almost five years. We grew up together. Like many friends getting older, we moved on. He went to the Middle East and I started my own business. Now at 27, I was living in my own apartment.
A young life of parties, booze, women and drugs had taken a toll on my already very feminine body. I shot down in weight to just 51 kgs. At times I could not believe myself in the mirror, slim to the teeth with womanly hips and a curvy waist. I spent entire days wearing sexy lace lingerie especially lace bikini tops and v-strings, sheer mini dresses and nightgowns and living a secret life of pleasure and ecstasy. There was nothing like a lace v-string. It clung to my smooth hips like a burning sexual fire. I could never take them off and even wore them underneath my clothes when going out. Of course I had to wear a jacket all the time to hide my thinness as anybody could see straight through me. I so longed to feel more feminine. All I needed were breasts and long hair but then again there were doubts. For now, I was quite content with the way I was. I had accumulated a superb collection of outfits and lots of lingerie bought online. Spent a fortune but felt it was worth it all the way. Ah life seemed so strange. But if there was one thing I longed for, was to be taken by a man. I had this hard, overly orgasmic fantasy of having sex with another man-as a woman. I'd obviously never tried, as a quick but intense couple of orgasms and it was forgotten. Yet I knew someday I'd have it me to go out and do it. But my fantasy was about to become a reality.
One morning, I got a call. It was me best mate Anthony. I was pleased to hear form him after so long. He told me he was in town and I immediately invited him over. "Fuck talking on the phone Tony, get your ass here now and bring a bottle of booze" I said. And he goes "your ON".
In half an hour, he was at the door. I opened and there he was. I couldn't for a second believe what a monster he had become, gained a lot of weight abroad but looked tough as ever. We were one big crew back in the day and had massive times together. "Damn man you look fit" we hugged and he looks at me "man why you lost so much weight have" "still smoking too much" laughing. "Nah" I said, "I'm done with that shit". We hit the hall, rolled out the table and chilled after so long. Just like the old times. We chatted and laughed about the past, some serious talk about the present and future, downing drinks. The subject of relationships as always came up and we discussed how it's always the same shit over and over. He just let out how his personal life was and how bad it sucked.
He tells me how he hasn't been laid in a month and we laugh after a few more drinks. I began to feel a rush of the booze and decided to order up some food. Making my way to the kitchen phone, I dial and from the corner of my eye notice Tony removing his t-shirt. I suddenly felt a strange arousal as his dark skinned body looked so fit and toned although he was built like a tank. He must've been 90 at least. Went back to the hall, poured another, switched on the TV to the fashion channel and got some Lingerie shows. Oh what a coincidence. I walked past the TV, stopping just at the side to check out those sexy models and Tony goes "Dude you got a body just like hers" and I tell him to fuck off jokingly. I go to the toilet for a wash and come back to see Tony sprawled on the sofa with a huge hard on in his pants. My lips quiver for a second and he sees it. Oh I so want it and slightly blush. The bell rings and I'm distracted. Tony opens the door in the passage and we playfully argue about paying the bill. I close the door and as I turn to the kitchen, Tony brushes on my butt. I feel a sensation like nothing else and gasp loudly. He looks at me, his eyes almost red. I look back at him stunned but fully aroused in confusion. "I want to fuck you" he says. I place the food in the kitchen and we go back to the hall. He sits down looking at me smiling. "Hang on; I have a surprise for you".
I go to the bedroom and lock the door. The closet is opened and my favorite red lace v-string and bikini bra is out. Te booze has made me tizzy, I'm horny as hell with urgency for cock. I want cock. Sliding on a thin chain around my waist and sexy anklets, I remove my favorite heels, strappy, black stilettos. I do a quick touch of make-up and tie a silk pink scarf on my head. I'm feeling erotic and my sphincter is twitching wildly. Finally I remove a halter off-white baby doll dress that slinky the slightest wind and it flies up. Some perfume and I'm out the door. Tony is on the phone, unaware I'm behind the showcase in the hall. The speed of the fan keeps blowing my dress up. I can see from a corner his raging hard on. I step into view and he turns on the sofa, a look I will never forget, phone disconnected in a second, falling on the floor. He's hypnotized by me. I can see my reflection in the glass showcase and adjust me poses accordingly. He's in a trance. I remove my hands from my waist, and the breeze blows my dress up gently and I turn to expose my self gasping and moaning almost loosing breath at the fire of passion and lust burning through the v-string I wearing. It's soft and tight the same time. I face him again and walk up to the sofa and in a way rehearsed many times over for this particular moment. He's looking at me wide-eyed as I sit next to him and cross my legs. "I can't believe this, you're a full woman" "I want you" and he's drooling literally. And I say "Darling, nothing you say and do can ever get me to spread my legs" as I gently caress my thighs. I feel my v-string on the sofa go deeper into my ass and IT FEELS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD. Suddenly he locks his lips on my neck unexpectedly and begins growling like an animal. "Stop it Tony, stop it, your being too rough" but I'm enjoying the goose bumps. My legs are still crossed as he tried to slip his hand inside. He tried to kiss me and I resist but his huge tongue forces his way into my lips. It's passionately rough. My one hand is rubbing his crotch and I can feel a rock hard eight inch cock ready to go. He whispers in my ears "I'm gonna rape you so hard" and in a second my legs spread. He grabs my cock and stars pumping it. "Stop Tony, stop. Take me to the bedroom" and we stand. He kisses me hard again, our breath strong with booze. I feel the highlight sensation of the experience when I realize how thin I really am in front of him, how strong he really is, the wind blowing my dress up as we're standing and his strong working man's hands slide up my back thighs and grasp my cheeks. In one quick sweep, I'm of the floor and I wrap my legs around his waist and my hands around his neck. He's looking into my eyes grinning as he holds me tight. "Its going to be a very long night, the things that I'm going to do?" I plead for him to put me down "no no no stop it" and we head to the bedroom. He throws me on the bed. I bounce as my babydoll flies up. He stands there, pants on the floor. His cock is huge and I rush on all fours and put it my mouth. He groans loud enough for the whole apartment to hear. I suck it with force. Its long, dark and thick. I spit on it and suck it more like a whore. He slaps me firmly and I suck it harder as he roars in pleasure. ." You want to see what I'm really made off"? he says to me before lifting me off the bed and taking me to the balcony. I feel helpless and vulnerable unable to fight his bulk and strength. It almost nightfall. I can't resist as he tears my babydoll off with raw power and locks my hand behind my back with one hand. He tries to force his cock in my ass but I resist. He grabs my six inch cock and pumps me slowly whispering filth in my ears. I'm trying ever so hard in the dark balcony to be silent feeling vulnerable scared like I'm being watched. And then I cum, cum like never before just before he slaps his hand around my mouth so I don't scream. I keep cumming until I push back against him. "Let's go in please" I beg him and he lifts me again and throws me on the bed. "We're not done yet" and he tears my v-string off, it flies up to my waist. He pulls my bra down. He spreads my legs placing them on his shoulder and slowly enters me.. I almost yell but control as I feel his inches going deeper. A few minutes of pain and then a sudden rush of pleasure as he smoothens up feeling wet and sticky. I can hear my ass being fucked. He's moaning and groaning and my eyes are rolling in my head as he hits my g-spot. He flips me around and doggy styles me in complete control as my mind borders reluctance and sheer desire. He flips me again and fucks me hard before cumming all over me. Copious amounts of cum everywhere before he collapses to the side and passes out. I lay there in a state of sheer euphoria and satisfaction along with some pain and helplessness. I pass out in his cum.
Next morning, I'm up. He's still out for the count, snoring. I can't resist touching his love rod. Oh what a night. I want it all over again. After a thorough shower and breakfast, I slip on a long silky sheer night gown and perfect my make up. I'm on? ...AGAIN