Sample – Lana Rae and the Magic Wand



“You’re early,” he said, blushing.

“Wherever I am, honey,” I grinned, “I am right on time. Come sit on the couch and let’s have some of that champagne.”

He scurried over, stumbling a little as he walked. It wasn’t unusual for my dates to have their kinks, and I could see the nervousness and embarrassment in every motion of tonight’s company. I could try to reassure him, but I’d learned that it’s better to do so with actions, rather than words.

Like many of my fans, he was outfitted in a very feminine manner. His hair was hidden by a nice wig, but it didn’t take a trained eye to tell that the blond hair wasn’t his. His makeup was a little sloppy, and his body was unshaven, so the white corset and garter set he donned looked foreign on his body. He was in good shape, but very muscular, highlighting the contrast of his outfit, and the shoes he wore, three-inch black patent heels, clashed with the rest of his lingerie. But I don’t judge at times like that. He had his fantasy, and I was invited to be part of it. His shyness made him sweet, and the distance he kept from me on the couch made me smile wider.

“Come on,” I said, patting the cushion beside me, and he eased himself closer.

“What would you like me to call you?” I asked, whispering in his ear like we were sharing a secret. Step one, let him know I’m on his side.

“I like Danielle,” he said, and looked down.

I lifted his chin to mine, an odd gesture since he was nearly a foot taller than me, and bigger by half. “I like the corset, Danielle,” I said, and gave his painted lips a little kiss.

“Thank you,” he said. “I’m really glad you came.”

“Not yet, I haven’t,” I laughed and slid a hand up his back, scratching the base of his neck beneath the wig while he poured champagne for each of us. I sipped it, found it to my liking, and poured a little more for each of us.

“I really don’t know how to start,” he began, and I pressed a finger to his lips. He was going to be one I had to urge along, which wasn’t the worst. The aggressive ones can be real trouble, but someone like Danielle wanted to be coaxed into their fantasy, and would be grateful for whatever I gave him. I didn’t know at the time how much that would be.

“Let me,” I said, and rolled toward him, straddling him. I never wore underwear to a night like this, and I felt his thigh, bared above his white stocking, against the tip of my cock. I placed a hand on either side of his head and kissed him deeply, sliding my tongue into his mouth and working my lips against his until I felt him respond more enthusiastically, his hands rising to cup my tits through the top.

“That’s it, honey,” I whispered, grinding my hips against him. I was getting hard already, the new medicine fueling my hunger for Danielle. I knew this was probably going to end with me behind him, forcing myself into his ass, and the thought of squeezing into that tight little hole had me fully erect in a hurry.

His hands were expert at removing my knotted top, then reaching behind to unclasp my bra. Another side effect of the new pills, I got really turned on by having my larger tits freed. I hugged his faux-blond hair as he kissed between my breasts, then turned his attention to my nipples, flicking his tongue over the tight nubs and sucking. His hands, finished with my tits while his mouth took over, slid down the back of the skirt, squeezing my ass as it rocked toward him. My cock was pushing its way into view, and I reached down to tug the skirt up, giving him better access to my apple bottom and letting my cock spring free.

I could tell he felt it against him by his moan, and he pushed me back, gently, looking over me like a painting he admired in a museum.

“You are so beautiful,” he stammered, breathy. I placed the flat of my hand against his cock, trapped beneath his silky white panties, and stroked with the tips of my nails, scratching him through the material. He groaned, closing his eyes.

“So are you,” I said, and I wasn’t lying. There is something unparalleled about the beauty of a human being suddenly freed to let their desires run rampant. And I could see in Danielle’s expression that he had reached that precipice. His fantasies, denied so long, were bubbling to the surface and would soon erupt.

I slid my hand beneath his panties and pushed them aside, revealing his thick member beneath. He wasn’t particularly long, but he had a girth that I thought might fill even an experienced ass like mine. It was worth a try, anyway.

Danielle gasped when my slender fingers encircled his manhood, but I wouldn’t let him squirm away. He was all twisty, writhing pleasure beneath me, and, when my cock rubbed against his, he gripped me tight and kissed me, harder than before. I could sense his reserve slipping away with each stroke and caress, and I loved him for it. It was like being at the edge of a cliff, and you knew that next step was going to be the proverbial doozy, but there’s no way to stop. You have to have more, and Danielle was there now.

“God, I want to taste you,” he said, my hand gliding along the underside of his cock, his tip bouncing against mine. I have to admit, I felt the same way. Part of me wanted to flip him over right there and take him, but I was his date tonight, not the other way around.

Instead, I stood, my sex bobbing before him, the tip inches away from his parted lips. Aside from the tightly clutched scrotum, the skin around my pale cock was smooth, waxed and lasered until it was satiny-smooth.

“Go on, sweetheart,” I said with a nod. “Give it a kiss.”

He shuddered. I mean, I could literally see him shake as he leaned forward, brushing my shaft with his fingers like it was some delicate sculpture, capable of shattering if he treated it roughly. His glossy lips drew closer, opening more, until they were rested against the tip. He eased himself forward, letting it roll over the too-thick gloss on his lips and I knew I was going to have give that rod a good scrubbing before the last traces of his pink lips were gone from it. I let that concern go, though, when Danielle’s tongue flicked the underside of my tip, then moved down, drowning my member in sweet heat.

There are few cocksuckings like a forbidden one,  and I could tell by the worshipful swirl of his tongue and gentle suction that he had imagined my cock in his mouth for some time. I was happy to give it to him, and stroked the wig as if the hair were his own.

“That’s it, baby,” I grinned, “you suck it like a nice little sissy cocksucker.”

He whimpered around my shaft, giving it a nice little tremor, and my already heightened arousal spun into overdrive. I wasn’t just on the clock, anymore, I wanted to fuck his face just like he wanted me to fuck it. I gripped him by the back of the neck and found a steady rhythm, the head of my sex striking the roof of his mouth and bending deeper.

“Relax your throat,” I sighed, and felt his obedience as my cock buried itself to the hilt. His hands were on my ass, holding me close, pulling me deep into his wet hole, and when an adventurous finger brushed against my tight little knot, I lost myself completely.

Danielle gagged a little, hot seed spilling against the roof of his mouth and over his tongue, making my thrusts slicker and silkier. He knelt down, opening his mouth for me as I finished milking myself onto his upturned face. The pools of pearly semen beneath his nose and on his cheek made him look gorgeous. His hands left me to rub my seed into his skin, and he drank me down like I was the antidote for some rare poison he’d ingested. When I was spent and he’d cleaned himself as best he could, every drop of me Danielle could collect in his mouth and dripping down his throat to his belly, he giggled girlishly.

“Enjoy that, baby?” I asked, but I required no response. The way he fell onto the floor, rubbing his flat chest through the corset top, his legs sliding against one another to savor the feel of his stockings, I knew that I’d given him just what he wanted.

“So, what now?” he asked, leaning back on his elbows, relaxed for the first time.

“First,” I said, “we are going to finish that bottle of champagne. Then, we are going to decide whose ass gets used first.”


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