A Visit to an Adult Store

His finally rolled off me, I thought, to catch his breath. But he wanted to talk. He sat up, with me seductively underneath, looking up at him. Reaching under my top with both hands, he gently pinched my nipples and looked intently into my blue eyes.

"This is what you've always wanted but never could have, isn't it, Robin?" he said.

I didn't know what he meant. I didn't know what to say, but he did.

"You've always wanted to act like a girl, haven't you?" he said. "You've wanted to dress up in frilly clothes and attract a man, but you never had the chance ... until now."

He pinched my nipples harder.

"Here, Robin, you can be as feminine as you want to be."

I wanted to be very, very feminine. For me ... and for him. His fingers on my nipples were beginning to hurt me. I tried to move his hands with mine, but he only pinched harder. I gently caressed the backs of his hands as he tortured my breasts, hoping he would stop. The pain became intense. I slowly moved my bare shoulders back and forth as the pain began to turn into pleasure. He removed his left hand from my right breast, but quickly replaced it with his mouth. He licked my poor, sore nipple a couple of times, then bit down hard. The room seemed to swim around me.

"Tonight, Robin, you're going to find out what it's like to be a woman. To pleasure your man when you feel like it ..." His face darkened. "... And when you don't."

"I ... I do feel like it," I said to the fat, ugly old man. 

Reaching into the plastic bag on the table, he took out a new tube of lubricant ... and a moderately sized flesh-colored plastic dildo. He squeezed out some lubricant onto the dildo, then put some on his middle finger and applied it to my anal opening, He forced his finger into me up to the first knuckle. I hardly felt it, because he had resumed ravaging my nipple with his teeth. I was laying back on the bed, my slender arms impotently back on either side of my head, my head rocking from side to side, my long, beautiful hair being tossed this way and that.

He finally took his teeth off my breast and kissed my lips. I was so grateful to have him off my nipple that I almost didn't notice as he picked up the dildo and slowly inserted the tip into my rectum.

"You wanted a dildo," he said with a sneer. "Now, you've got one."

He went back to kissing me -- his moustache now wet with sweat and his saliva. With his left hand, he attacked my sore right nipple. With his right, he eased the dildo all the way up into me. It didn't hurt too much. I felt so full and sore and turned on all at the same time. Speaking of turned on, he turned a switch on the dildo, and it started to vibrate. He pumped it into me again and again as I writhed on the bed. With his left hand, he found the slit in my harem pants and inspected my very-hard 6-inch penis.

Then he bent down and put it into his mouth. 

'No! Please!" I cried out loud. My body was one writhing, electric, helpless sexual entity. My beautiful hair tangled in my bare shoulders while I bounced and shimmied in that sexy outfit. My nipple, anus and penis were all being expertly exploited, and I knew I was going on sexual overload.

"Please stop," I moaned in my ecstacy.

But he had no intention of stopping.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I cried. "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!"

And I did. I never had felt anything close to the intensity of that moment. I screamed something, I don't know what. I strained against the dildo, his hand on my breast and his mouth on my penis. I rocked my slim, bare shoulders back and forth as he kept his mouth sliding up and down on my penis. He somehow captured every bit of my cum, although it felt like I had released buckets of it. It was so intense that I think I actually passed out for a few, brief moments.

When I finally opened my eyes, I was totally drained, limp and used. The dildo was uncomfortable, and I was glad when he removed it. He had a satisfied look on his face, but his mouth looked a little funny as he bent down to kiss me.

I soon found out why. He lay his weight on top of me, grasping me by my bare shoulders and kissing me, forcing my lips open with his. He had not swallowed, and my cum oozed from his mouth into mine. I thought it was disgusting and tried to move my mouth away, but he would have none of it. He grasped my shoulders tighter and thrust his cum-laden tongue into my mouth, finally making me swallow my own seed.

Suddenly, I hated him. Having cum, I lost all sexual desire. I felt degraded, and a little silly in that harem outfit with this huge, ugly old man smirking at me.

"Thanks," I said, sitting up. "I think I'd better be getting home now."

There was that smirk from him again.

"No," he said as he stood and began unbuttoning his shirt. "I don't think it's time for you to go yet. Remember, Robin, I told you that you will learn what it's like to be a woman and please your man ... even when you don't feel like it."

I didn't want to feel like a woman anymore. I just wanted to go home, but he pushed me back onto the bed with one powerful arm and took off his shirt, revealing a hairy, very flabby torso. Soon, his pants and underwear were off. He had a heavy bush of hair surrounding a thick, large cock. His left arm went around me, holding me tight while he moved in for a kiss.

I didn't want to kiss him. After I cum, I lose all sexual desire. Kissing this man seemed like the most disgusting thing in the world.

"Not as easy as you thought, being a woman, is it, pretty one?" he said condescendingly.

He lay on top of me and forced his lips onto mine. I hated it. I was repulsed, disgusted ... and helpless. He seemed to be having a wonderful time, not bothered in the least by my discomforture. I was still in the harem outfit, of course, and his hands and mouth were all over me. His naked body rocked on top of me. I was in agony. His wet lips on my neck made my flesh crawl.

But there was nothing I could do, so I lay back and surrendered. He kissed me, thrusting his tongue this way and that while his hands roamed over my unresponsive body. Then, his teeth bit into my very sore right nipple -- much too hard.

I looked up at him with surprise on my face.

"Don't just lay there, you cunt!" he said. "Suck my dick."

My eyes started to water, I don't really know why, but I felt like crying.

"I'm not a cunt," I insisted. "I don't want to ... to suck your dick."

His face appeared to soften. He gently took my left hand and sat me up on the bed. His lips softly caressed the back of my neck, and his huge, rough right hand did the same to my bare right shoulder. I didn't like it, but I relaxed.

That's when he slid his hand down to my right wrist and violently twisted my arm behind my back. He sunk his teeth into my neck, and I thought he might have drawn blood.

"You'll do what I say," he said evenly. "You are my woman, and you will do what you're told. Do you understand me, Robin?

For emphasis, he reached around my thin frame with his left arm and brutally pinched my left nipple.

I was helpless, hurting from my neck, my arm and now my nipple. I shook my head "yes."

"You're going to suck my cock, pretty one, aren't you?" he said.

I nodded, but he wasn't satisfied. He brought my arm up higher behind my back and squeezed my nipple harder.

"Tell me you're going to suck my cock, Robin."

There was nothing I could do.

"I ... I'm going to suck your cock," I gasped.

He released my arm and nipple, and lightly caressed my shoulder while his mouth gently sucked on my neck where he bit me. Then he lay back on the bed.

"Blow me," he said.

His fat penis had gone soft under his massive belly. His body seemed to be a mass of fat flesh and graying hair. Delaying the inevitable as much as possible, I stood up and adjusted my disheveled outfit. I put the top evenly below the tips of my white shoulders and placed the transparent pants on my slim hips. I put my hands through my long, blond hair, smoothing it out and putting half down my back and half cascading down my front.

"Gorgeous," the man said, his hands comfortably behind his head, revealing his hairy armpits. "You should have been a girl."

I was so tired of hearing that after all these years, particularly now when acting like a woman wasn't so pleasant, to say the least. I bent over him and rubbed my small hands over his massive, hairy stomach. I had never touched another man's penis. I leaned over and kissed the head, which had already begun to show signs of life. I moved my knees between his legs, and my hands still on his stomach, I prostrated myself in front of his hairy crotch.

"Suck me, baby," he said. "Suck me good."

I took my right hand and grasped his fat penis. I could hear his breathing and I could feel his pulse in my hand. I closed my eyes and took him into my mouth. I had never tasted anything like that. I began to suck him up and down.

"Yeah, baby," he moaned. "Suck that dick."

So I did. I opened my eyes, but couldn't see his face because of his fat belly. His penis started to grow in my mouth. I couldn't believe how big and fat it was in my small mouth. He was breathing so hard, it was all I could hear.

"Take it all, cunt," he ordered between breaths.

There was no way I could. I had his wet penis deep toward my throat when he grabbed my hair and forced my head down. I gagged and coughed but he kept pumping my head up and down. The thought revolted me, but I was hoping he would cum and put me out of my misery. There was no indication, though, that he was ready to do so.

Despite my revulsion, I found myself getting into a kind of rhythm. I was sucking an ancient cock, feeling its big veins on my tongue and trying to get it to cum. I noticed how sexy my bare shoulders looked as I was doing what I was doing, and I subconsciously hunched them into my body like a woman would. I began to slowly shimmy them back and forth and found myself rubbing my bare midrift up and down his hairy legs.

My goodness, I was getting turned on again, sucking on an old man's penis!

I began to really get into it. His hand pulling my hair up and down, my body writhing on top of him while I made appreciative moans in the back of my throat. My tongue tasted something sweet and sour at the same time. I figured it must be pre-cum. I was ready to make him shoot his load.

But he pulled my head up by the hair. My mouth at the top of a trail of saliva, I looked at him. We were both breathing hard. He pulled me up and kissed me on the mouth. I guess I was turned on again because I didn't mind. He then turned me around like I weighed nothing at all and placed me tenderly on the bed.

My little chest was going up and down, accenting the pit of my tiny waist as I lay back, my shoulders on my soft blond hair, my bare midriff moving slightly from side-to-side. He looked down at me, his massive chest and belly heaving. His penis looked so wide, I couldn't believe I had gotten it into my mouth.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he said.

"I feel beautiful," I told him. "What happens now?"

He actually laughed.

"What happens now," he said, "is that I fuck you."

I shook my head "no," but he reached for the lubricant and squeezed some on his fingers. He took my legs and placed them on his muscular shoulders while I kept shaking my head "no." He reached between the slit in my pants and stuck two fingers into my tight anus. It hurt ... more than the dildo had. I bucked and writhed, but he was insistent. Finally, he took his fingers out and squeezed more lubricant onto his enormous cock.