Book I – Awakening dealt with a 48 hour period where our heroine realizes and actuates her sissy-self – it is a coming of age story. Book II covers the remaining eight days of Dani's vacation and her kinky little band's further exploits. Although each Book is meant to stand on its own as complete, the reader is urged to first read Book I.

It is rated X, and deservedly so, as there is graphic sex together with all sorts of other wonderfully kinky things. Please be of appropriate age or be gone!

 

Dani's Story

Book II – First Days

Chapter III – The Fifth Day, Part II

by sissystevie

 

After leaving Willy and Hans we found our way to the beauty salon where both Maria and Madame Gustov awaited us. "Well, aren't you two a sight," Maria exclaimed. "But can't you girls put on a show though!" Both she and Madame Gustov were laughing.

"I saw the security camera and thought we might be, as they say, 'live from the ship's bridge,'" giggled Heather.

"Oh my," I squealed as my hand went up to my mouth and my cheeks turned red. "Did people watch us?"

"Only the entire boat I suspect," Maria answered. Cook, Greta and I watched from the galley. The two stewards who were there put creamy loads in the pants when you the they sprayed their man juice all over your faces and you started licking it off each other," she laughed. "Well, both of you are known exhibitionists; it's high time you appeared electronically.

"Now girls, and I intentionally shy away from using the term ladies – despite Lady Homequest's title, we have work to do. Tonight will be, how may I put it? Ahh, very active for both of you. First the two of you get in the shower and wash each other off and also wash and condition your hair. Be sure to take a mineral oil douche and use a suppository to medicate and relax your love channels.

"Both of you got a lot of sun. After the shower use the pure aloe lotion. It appears that Dani has her very first bikini line – another mark along the way to true sissy-womanhood!

"And girls, you may not squirt! I know you are a little worked up right now and being in the shower together is especially pleasing, but I insist you save yourselves for the long evening that is ahead of you. If you are naughty you will face a proper whipping from Greta and me, and mind you, we do not have any of the silly restraint randy men have!

"After that we need to give Dani her tittie treatment with the suction devices and get about your hair. Then you may have your supper goo, and we can then get about dressing and making you up."

We went about our tasks. The shower with Heather really was fun, and more than a little sexy. She teased me about my tan line and traced it about my body with her fingers – it was sexy and did make my little white titties seem to stand out more. How we managed not to squirt in a miracle of the sissy world, but we were good – for once.

Preparation was methodical and unhurried. Raquel and Julie joined us from their shower together. Maria and Madame Gustov set our hair and then worked on base, long lasting make up, including our nipples.

We ate our goo in silence, each sissy contemplating the raw sex that was soon to be upon us – in many ways! The goo tasted especially strong, and we all savored its salty taste and unique aroma.

Our lips were done again and final makeup applied, each carefully supervised by Maria. Then we helped each other don our outfits.

The outfits were classically slinky, if not outrightly sluttish, matching satin and lace lingerie.

All four sissies were dressed identically, except for the colors – Heather and I, the blonds, were in black. Raquel, the jet black maned girl, and Julie, the brunette, were in red. Some of the lace was in a contrasting black or red color.

Our long hair, mine with supplemental hair pieces, was done in long flowing styles. Heather and I had parts and one side partially covering our faces. The other girls' was teased and combed back to create puffed manes.

The bras were an underwired quarter cup type which displayed, and made very available, our varying size titties – Raquel's large, full breasts, Heather smaller barely B-cup titties, my A-cup's and Julies virtually "no-cup" chest with her contrasting large puffy nipples. Each sissy's nipples were hard and very, very erect. All of us displayed out recently acquired bikini tan lines, which made our white titties seem to stand out even further.

Our bikini panties were open in both front and back, again for ease of access no doubt. Sweet lace surrounded each opening and bowed satin ribbons gathered the sides at each hip. Each sissy's clitty was already stiff and in all displayed some anticipatory wetness at its tip. Again the contrast of size was interesting as they were almost in perfect inverse relationships to our titties.

Julie had really quite a formidable clitty, really other than for its totally hairless state and the soft sweet sissy flesh surrounding it, a cock. From her impressive shaft, which was getting more than only my attention, size dropped considerably down to my little three inch clit, Heather's two plus inches and Raquel's barely noticeable one-plus inch.

The garter belts were a satin and lace covered band that nipped in our slim waists and had only two long wide suspenders on each side. The suspenders were covered the same way in satin and lace and ended in large satin ribbons covering the clasps where they attached to our sheer silk seamed stockings. We all wore over-the-elbow lace gauntlets which framed our fingers, again with either red or black lace accents.

Shoes were five to six inch patent leather stilettos with ankle straps. They were a bit of a problem to walk in, but I thought such outfits really were not of the type requiring terribly much vertical time. I giggled to myself, "No wonder they call them FMP's – the poor girl will do anything to get off her feet."

Our makeup was very heavy, all with matching bright red lips and nails. Our eyes had very heavy mascara and liner, but the eye shadow and other colorings were according to our features. Heather's and my blue eyes were done in frosted blue, Raquel's dark eyes with smoky colors, and Julie's hazel eyes in green. All the makeup was of the long lasting semi-permanent type. Our perfume was both seductive and liberally applied.

We all wore gold anklets, wrist and upper arm bracelets, several rings and hoop earrings. About our necks were chokers that matched the satin and lace design of the garter belts. A broad wedding type garter rested just below our stocking tops and it, too, matched the garter belt design.

The final garment was an ankle length sheer see-through organza peignoir that floated about us as we moved. "Well," I thought, "if one is to go to an orgy, one should certainly dress the part!"

"Girls, it's picture time," said Maria holding out her trusty camera, but first, the donning of the peenie petals." She handed each of us a unique little garment meant to be worn about the bases of our clitties and silk sacks. It, also, matched the garter belt design of satin and contrasting red or black lace, but was longer from its narrow base to its cone frilly top. Each petal was sized to fit the individual sissy's clitty.

"Now we have two groups, Heather and Dani, and Raquel and Julie. I want each girl to place and tie the petal securely on her partner, make sure it is properly ruffled – you all know how, then I want you to give your girlfriend a sweet good luck sissy kiss on the top of her clitty. Just one kiss, girls – nothing more. And none of you dare squirt! Especially you, Dani!"

Heather took my petal and placed it over my clitty and purse, thankfully quickly as I really was on the verge of utterly losing it. She tied it somewhat tightly, which seemed to diminish my acute urge – at least for the moment. She fluffed it up to surround sissy parts in satin and lace, which I knew would shortly teasingly torment me. With a mercifully quick kiss she arose.

Everything about the entire outfit was designed to reveal and enhance rather than cover those very things that were meant to be covered! "Talk about 'market sensitive product packaging!'" I thought.

I knelt and put Heather's on and gently kissed her beautiful little clitty. She sighed. I sighed. Clearly the little ceremony was to make us even more excited.

Maria arranged us for sexy group shots in fashion model poses and then took individual shots of each of us, some quite naughty.

I noticed for the first time that the camera had the same effect on the other girls as it did with me. Each girl flirted with the lens as she moved about. Julie, having more modeling experience, showed all of us some new moves.

"Okay girls, sit down in those chairs and be careful of your outfits and makeup. We should get word to go to the main salon shortly," Maria said.

Heather reached over and held my hand. "Are you okay little sister?" she asked in a soft voice.

"I'm a little afraid, but excited at the same time. Does that make any sense?" I replied.

"Actually it does. Dani, there are four exquisite randy men up there who want wonderful pleasure, and here we have four of the sexiest sissies on planet Earth – ready, willing and able to give it to them – and each other along the way!

"Look at Julie and Raquel. They are literally panting in anticipation and cannot keep their hands off themselves! For that matter, I think I'm is just about the same state. If you don't mind, sweetie, I want some of Sir John's magnificent cock again, and I've seen you flirting with that divine Mr. G.!" Heather continued. "And he did catch your panties at your debut, didn't he?

"Now admit it, sweet sister, you do rather like the idea, don't you?" she said as she squeezed my hand. "I'll try to work closer to you and your man so we also can share a few special moments between us."

I just sighed and smiled at her in acknowledgement. I was so sexually charged I found it difficult to utter even a word, let alone a complete sentence.

"Alright, girls," Maria announced, "it's showtime. Please walk with whatever dignity you have left into the forward salon. The gentlemen have their cigars and brandies and are soon to leave the dining room."

"Lambs to the slaughter?" I wondered. However, from our straining nipples and clitties and lust ridden looks, I questioned precisely who might be the lambs.

We were led into the elegant forward salon where Maria went about arranging us in provocative positions. Heather and I were each draped over an arm of a large over stuffed chairs facing each other, and began playing a coquette with curls of our hair hanging down over one eye. Julie, with her long legs was twisted over a long sofa. Raquel was wrapped around a decorative post with her large titties thrust out invitingly. Each pose played to the erotic display of exposed outfits and best natural "assets."

As the lady said, "Showtime!"

The four men entered dressed only in silk brocade dressing robes. A couple of them were still smoking their cigars, and all holding brandy snifters. Nothing was said as they surveyed their concubines.

I felt myself breathing deeply, panting actually, with lust. I especially sought out Mr. G. hoping that he would select me. When I managed to catch his eye, I smiled and slowly licked my lips. He turned and quietly said something to Sir John.

I glanced over to Heather and saw her mouthing sometime to Sir John that looked remarkably like "fuck me." A quick glance toward Julie and Raquel confirm that they as well were consumed with lust. We girls all began moving our bodies in the most seductive manner we could without leaving our assigned positions. My hands were cupping my titties as my hips shamelessly rocked in the most suggestive manner.

Much to our mutual disappointment, Sir John and Mr. G. turned and walked over to where Julie and Raquel where posed. Lord Homequest and Mr. Prendergast approached Heather and me. Lord Homequest walked up to me as I shifted my slutty attentions towards him, a little concerned about what Heather might think.

He looked me up and down as if I were a piece of meat. I responded by moving my hands over my body to show my desire for what rested between his legs. I started the same silent lip chant of Heather's, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

He put his hand up to fondle my titties and said, "So nice, so much like my Heather." I breathed even more deeply, wanting to reach out for his manhood. He then turned to Heather, who was being fondled by Mr. Prendergast, and said, "Have fun my darling, I'll see you in bed later," as his kissed her cheek. She just twisted her body, now utterly consumed with raw lust, and looked at him in his eyes silently exchanging their deep mutual feelings.

As both men turned to leave Mr. G. and Sir John returned much to Heather's and my delight. Heather's lust hissed out to Sir John, "Oooh yeeesss, Master. Master I need you! Pleeeze Master!"

Mr. G. simply came up to me, took me in his strong arms and deeply kissed me in a soul-seizing manner, his tongue penetrating me just as I knew his cock was surely to do. His hands went to my titties and roughly squeezed them. I surrendered saying, "Oh, please, please take me!" In one move he had claimed his woman. His lips came off my mouth and went to the side of my neck, causing me to moan from the depths of my pent up passion.

He opened my peignoir and pushed it back over my shoulders, causing it to fall to the floor and then pressed on my shoulders. I willingly went to my knees. He opened his robe and a massive cock appeared before me. "Suck it, sweet sissy. Show me how much you want it to fuck you!" he said.

I, of course, did with alacrity – more consumed by urging it to fuck me rather than taking pleasure from it. I heard a slurping sound and realized that Heather was on her knees performing the same act to Sir John.

Mr. G. twisted me about and then, putting a large pillow under me, pushed me down on my back over where my peignoir had fallen. He again began fondling my tits and pinching my nipples and I moaned and slithered my body across the smooth peignoir in ecstasy.

I saw Heather's face appear over me. She had been placed on her hands and knees by Sir John in line with my supine body so that our head met. Her face was twisted with lust. Our blue eyes met and understood each other perfectly.

Mr. G. entered me in one fell thrust. I moaned in pleasure and reveled in the fullness of his manhood being deeply in me. I saw much the same expression come across Heather's face as she, too, was impaled by Sir John. As both men began their assaults in earnest she lowered her head and began kissed me in a hard and intense manner. Our tongues sought to penetrate each other's mouth just as our love canals we were being penetrated by the men.

My legs were wrapped around Mr. G. as I sough very millimeter of his cock. My hips were moving in concert with his thrusts.

Heather mouth came off mine, and she moved forward to assault my titties. She began to roughly suck and bite my nipples. I yelled in pleasure and opened my eyes to see her perfect breasts above my lips. I took one in and began wildly to feast upon the delicate bud. A charge of energy racked my entire body as another orgasm swept over me. The combination of Alpha Cock in my ass and sissy mouth on my titties was overwhelming.

The pumping by the men was now reaching a fever pitch and Heather moved yet again to take my clitty in her mouth. As she did hers appeared over me, and I greedily inhaled her clitty and began sucking very, very hard.

The men were reaching that magic moment having fucked their sandwiched sissies into delirium. I knew I was about to enter a cum squall and could not wait!

I think Sir John started the chain reaction by filling Heather's bottom with his man seed first, causing her to squirt her sweet clitty cream into my hungry mouth. Mr. G., seeing that sweet exchange delivered his manly gift deep inside me, which resulted in my returning Heather sweet cummie favor as my clitty went to total overload.

Although the men rested with their slowly shrinking cock still in us, both Heather's and my orgasms continued for a couple on minutes. The intensity and duration of the orgasms was remarkable.

Finally Heather raised head and moved forward again, taking her sweet little clitty away from me. However, when I looked up I saw Sir John's semi hard cock inches from me.

He leaned forward and offered it to me. I smiled and raised my head to greet it with my mouth. I licked the sensitive underside first knowing full well where it had just been and what it had just done – somehow that just may the act more exciting. I could both smell and taste the musky post fuck fluids. He moved a more forward over Heather, who I assumed from the slurping sounds was performing a similar service on Mr. G's magnificent tool that had so recently brought me so much pleasure.

From my new position I could take the cock into my mouth and begin cleaning it with my entire mouth. He sighed and said, "Yes Sissy, there can never be enough cocks and clitties for special girls like Heather and you, can there?"

I could hardly answer given my man cock mouthful. After I had cleaned it, he slowly withdrew and continued, "Later this evening I will join you in my bed and you can renew your relationship with it."

That brought a deep smile. I rose up and tenderly kissed his manhood again.

He smiled and got to his feet as I felt Heather pushing back towards me. When her ass was over my face she sat up and straddled my face. I was amazed at the open size of her sissy love hole – it was nearly the diameter of Sir John's considerable cock, and it was starting to drip his deeply deposited semen.

I opened my mouth as a large dollop dripped out and swallowed hungrily as she lowered hole on my mouth. I began to lick about the smooth opening and as far up it as I could possible get in complete rapture. Her hands went down to massage my titties and roll my now very sensitive nipples between her fingers, which caused my hips to rock back and forth. She strained her anal muscles and much more came down into me. I licked, sucked and swallowed with abandon.

Heather came a little off me and said, "Dani, I'm going to get up and then you roll over so I am able to get my mouth on your sissy pussy. I want to taste Mr. G. too"

After she briefly settled on me once again for a final lick and kiss, she rose and rolled over assuming a supine position. I climbed atop her head assuming the position she had just been in over me and settled my rosebud on her mouth. The thought that my hole must be a wide as hers after Mr. G's very thorough ramming was very exciting to me.

Heathers lips and tongue were, well, heavenly. They soothed my stretched areas and caused tingles to run throughout my body. I began sighing again and slightly rocked to her ministrations. My hands went to her boobies to caress the lovely perfect orbs. I knew I wanted to have the very same titties – they were prefect!

She licked me as well as Millicent had the day before. As spent as I was, a fire briefly ignited, if not flashed, within me as I had a minor, but very nice orgasm. After a few more minutes I was dry and exhaustion was starting to seep over both of us. Sir John sensed that and reached down for me. "I think that will be sufficient girls. Save some for later."

"Save some?" I thought, "This really was just building us up again. But for what?"

Sir John helped me up and Mr. G. helped Heather up and each hugged us tightly for a few moments until Maria came about to collect us. Despite how yummy Mr. G. was, it was heaven being back in my Master's arms again.

I guessed that my first orgy was over. And I loved it!

As we left I saw that the other foursome was very much at it, and I wondered how they had the strength. Maria noticed and giggled. "They stopped to watch you four! I dare say you put on quite a show! I'm sure it will inspire them, and many others for that matter – Greta has it on tape. My own Anna will go orgasmic watching it!"

We arrived back at the beauty salon – two much drained, disheveled, totally used, and very happy campers. Heather and I fell into each other's arms and hugged deeply. I had become very fond of this girl on a number of different levels that I did not fully understand at the time. I was instinctively drawn to her – deeply drawn to her in both a sexual and sisterly emotional way.

"Well, little sister, was that not the heaven – the sun, the moon and the stars?" said Heather, meaning every word. "I do love dear Howie, but it was sooo good to have Master Sir John back in me again! Did you enjoy Freddie?"

"'Freddy' and 'Howie'," I thought to myself. "This was something else on an entirely different level – it was girl talk, intimate and a little racy." I liked it. Actually, it was thrilling! I could not quite believe how much even my speech patterns and inflections had changed.

I sighed with my head still next to hers in our embrace and said, "Yes, he is a cutie. Some of this is all so overwhelming and confusing, but yes, I loved what both of you were doing to me. The last thing was so naughty," I giggled, "but so much fun!"

"In about an hour both of us will be curled up in bed with our lovers and all will be well, sweet sister," Heather replied. "I think Sir John will want you tonight – very, very much in fact. And if history repeats itself, you are in for a wonderful evening of very tender and loving sex. As to Howie, I shall have one of my best this evening – he is so worked up, and his woman will please both him and herself."

Maria asserted herself again with, "Now girls I have to make you presentable for your gentlemen, and we have a great deal of clean up. Please help each other take off your outfits and cleanse your faces and bodies while I fetch your outfits and prepare your makeup. I doubt you really need douches, but more lubrication will be required as your two men will want you as their very own before the night is done. Heather please use the medicated maxi-lube."

"Does that mean I will be back with Sir John? Alone?" I asked, inexplicably with tears again welling in my eyes.

Maria sighed and smiled at me, "Yes, sweetie, I am to deliver you to his cabin for the remainder of the evening. Now girls, please get about your tasks. I've ordered some goo brought up for you and you need to take your pills as well." Then after some thought, she said with a special woman's smile, "I just bet the two old goats are downing some Viagra as we speak!"

"Oooh, I do hope so!" squealed Heather. "And the second show being put on by the other four will get them even more worked up for us as well!" We all burst into the most girlish of giggles.

"Now, off you go, ladies – if I may stretch the description," laughed Maria.

We went about our tasks. After we were cleaned up, Heather brought out a tube with a long nozzle similar to the one I had seen used on poor pitiful Percy and my stepfather earlier in the day.

"Bend over sis," Heather said and then giggled a bit and added, "I think you are going to find this quite pleasant."

She inserted the tube into my still quite open sissy pussy deeply and began injecting the jell. It was pleasant – very pleasant, both soothing and stimulating. Slowly she withdrew it while still releasing the lubricant.

Finishing the procedure, Heather said, "I can tell by your breathing that you did indeed find it pleasant. It's both medicated and relaxing. The jell will keep you well lubricated for some time. Now let me massage some cream over your tender titties – we both know you will find that pleasant."

Once done, Heather asked me to repeat the procedures for her. She coached me through each step as I again marveled at the flawless beauty of her – alabaster tight skin and a perfect petite body. I had to restrain myself from kissing her pussy and titties.

Maria had laid out our new identical outfits and we began dressing ourselves. They were simply and very sexy. Again we were dressed in black. The same – but new or cleaned – jewelry, FMP shoes, silk stockings, garter belts, peenie petals and crotchless panties. The babydoll tops were like the quarter bras we had worn before, but made into nighties. Sheer silk hung down from the base of the bra to our hips. The middle was slit started between our titties and increased its opening as it descended to the hem. The hem and shoulder straps had the same ruffled satin and lace trim that matched our garter belts, chokers and fancy wedding garters.

"Talk about yum-yum!" I thought as Heather exclaimed, "Oh, I shall have a good time with my Howie! Mmmm, yes I shall!"

I looked at myself, even before makeup, and thought the very same thing about Sir John. I once again could clearly see my bikini tan lines about my titties and found it very pleasing. "So wonderfully girlish," I thought.

"Okay ladies, although one could hardly refer to you two vamps as being such, come over and eat your sissy goo and take your girlie pills," Maria said.

We sat down, took our pills and eagerly began eating the special sissy meal, thankfully with spoons this time. We were both lost in thoughts of what the rest of the evening held for us.

"You're thinking the same things I am, aren't you little sister?" Heather said. It was more of a statement of fact rather than a question.

I blushed a little bit and smiled back at her, "Yes, I cannot wait to be in Sir John's arms again and have him take me as his woman. There's something so nice about surrendering to your man, isn't there?" I said, adding to the rhetorical question exchange. We smiled at each other in complete understanding.

After hanging up the telephone, Maria again asserted herself and said, "Heather, dear, please go over and put on your makeup and fix your hair. I will do the final touches. It should be just like earlier – heavy and smoking sex. I want that strategically rumpled sex kitten look.

"Dani, it's up in the chair for you. The other two girls are headed down here."

Shortly thereafter Julie and Raquel came walking into the salon, both a little wide-legged and certainly a little worse for the wear.

"Hi, girls," Maria said, "I'm just about finished with Heather and Dani. Would you please strip down and clean yourselves up? And Raquel, there is a change in dress for you that I think will quite please you."

Raquel instantly perked up and asked, "Domme?"

"Yes, dear, Greta as gone to fetch the boots and trimmings," Maria answered.

"Brilliant!" Raquel smiled, "Peter is such a dear for going along with this, but he shall pay in full for his recent delights with Julie! And I shall have mine!"

She had the broadest smile I had ever seen of her. I thought that there was much more to the Prendergasts' relationship than I first realized.

Maria finished me up and went over to give Heather a few touches as Madame Gustov returned carrying very high heeled thigh boots that appeared to lace up their fronts. Long gloves and several other black leather garments.

"Ah, thank you so much Greta." Maria said – ever in complete control. These two are finished. Would you please take a few pictures of them over by the mirror, and then show them to Sir John's and Lord Homequest's staterooms? We can't keep the boys waiting, can we?" She chuckled.

Both Heather and I hugged and thanked Maria, and then turned to vamping for the camera, which predictably just made the two of us even more excited – especially in front of the mirror! The blond sex kitten look in such totally slinky black nighties really was amazing. As we moved before the camera each of us was, in our own way, preparing to seduce our Master – never appreciating that this was just another small part of the planning for the evening.

After a second 'final' check of our appearance, we were lead away. First we came to the master stateroom and Madame Gustov opened the door. "In here, Dani. I suggest you arrange yourself in a manner that will please your Master – think of seductive grace." Heather and I smiled at each other sweetly and air kissed, but both our minds were on decidedly more carnal thoughts.

I entered the sumptuous cabin to hear soft music coming from some point or points unknown, which complimented the soft lighting. I saw that the bed was turned down. It was made up in red satin sheets that would perfectly contrast with my black lingerie. As I neared the bed I noticed that there was a large mirror on the ceiling. "Now, that will be fun!" I giggled to myself. 'Oooh, I cannot wait to see Sir John fucking my brains out! How sexy! Yes, Yes, YES! This is where I shall await for and then give myself to my Lord and Master. But how?"

There was also a long floor to ceiling mirror on the wall by the bed. I climbed on the bed and began thinking of a proper pose. I looked into the wall mirror and began moving about on the bed, not unlike I had just been doing for the camera. This outfit was every man's wet dream, and it looked so perfectly on me. I began to caress my titties and picture Sir John watching me seduce him from the bed. I brought my heels up by my derriere to show off my long legs.

"Yes," I thought, "as I stared at my image in the mirror, this should please him." I let my hands explore my body, dwelling on my swollen tender nipples. That flame of lust in me was spreading as I teased myself into rapture. The slightly rumpled, but perfectly constructed sex kitten image was so appealing to me. I moaned to myself and then sighed out, "Oooh, Master please hurry – your sissy bitch needs you so very much!"

And then came from the foot of the bed, "But, my dear, I am already here!"

I turned to find Sir John, my Lord and Master, sitting in a chair beyond the foot of the bed with a very satisfied, if not amused, grin on his face. He must have come in while I was vamping before the mirror.

I looked at him with raw lust in my eyes, rolled up on my hands and knees, and began seductively crawling to him across the red satin covered bed – never taking my eyes off him. When I reached the edge of the bed I swung my long slender legs over the edge of the bed and struck another pose as I moved some of my slightly tussled hair away from one eye and licked my red lips.

"Yes," I thought, "I am getting very good at the woman thing, especially the sex part!"

Madame Gustov's "grace" suggestion came back to me and blended with both my surging lust and natural exhibitionist instincts. I rose to my feet as if arising from a curtsey and very slowly began moving towards him, mixing all three elements. My hands glided over my titties and about my bum as my hips swayed. I was a blend of ballerina, runway model and – dare I say – whore!

When I reached him, I reached out and caressed his face and hair as I slowly continued my little performance circling his chair. Facing him again, I let my hands trace my body again while letting out a long slow moaning sigh of lust. Every part of my body seemed to be in motion, controlled more by lust than any conscious direction.

I moved forward to straddle his legs, my eyes locked to his, titties thrust forward and slightly shaking, and put my hands on his shoulder. With my hips moving I settled onto his lap.

"Master, your sissy wants you so very much!" I breathed more than said, and then kissed him deeply on his lips – first teasing him with my tongue and then opening up to submit to his invading tongue. His hands went to my titties and tenderly massaged them – sooo nice! I continued rubbing his now very stiff cock with my bottom. It never occurred to me that I was giving my very first lap dance!

All of a sudden, his strong arms lifted me above his lap, and I felt his now freed man pole hard on my sissy pussy lips. Without thought and consumed by lust, I simply settled down on him willingly being utterly impaled. I needed his cock to posses me, and it did!

As his cock reached full penetration, he moaned and I sighed – both delighted that the proper 'order' had been restored. I leaned forward and began kissing him all about his face while my hips began slowly rocking. He pushed me back and put his mouth over my titties, gently sucking and licking the tender mini-mounds and bullet-like nipples. An orgasm started deep within me a racked through my body causing me to shudder.

"Ooh, Daaddy! Oooooh, Daaaadddy!" came forth from somewhere inside me.

After allowing me "my moment," Sir John took me into his strong arms and rose from the chair, never allowing his cock to leave its soft moist home. As he carried me towards the bed the movement caused his cock to move in and out of me as I bumped against him. I squealed with delight, which brought a sly smile to his face.

"Dani, I doubt that you will ever really get enough, but I sure you will give it your considerable best!" he chuckled as he brought laid my back down on the smooth sating sheets.

As he did so, his massive pole came out of me, and I cried out, "Oh, no! Master pleeze. Pleeeze!"

"Hush, my sweet, I want to take you nice and slow tonight." He replied as he kissed my lips and then positioned me in the center of the massive bed where there appeared to be a circle of brighter light. I eased my head back on the bed and rediscovered the ceiling mirror.

"Oh my God, what a sight!" I thought as I became enraptured by the image. And a sight indeed it was. The red satin sheets in that circle of light showed every detail of me perfectly.

My tussled long blond hair surrounded my face with its ruby red lips and heavily made up blue eyes. The sex kitten black lingerie only framed and revealed everything normally covered. My titties, ass-pussy and clitty were framed in black and red lace, especially my tiny clitty with its cute little peenie petal. My lace covered arms and red tipped hands snaked about the satin sheets and over my body in concert with the movement of my sheer silk covered legs and black patent six inch heels. Just the tugging feeling on my garters, itself, was divine. My hips were put into positions I never dreamed possible as they twisted about.

Sir John was beside me watching my exhibitionistic lust completely overcome me. "Who needed a script when you have a mirror?" I thought.

I was completely overwhelmed seeing myself so shamelessly displayed. Every part of me began moving over the smooth sheets as I felt that orgasmic freight train leave its station and begin coming down the tracks towards me.

Sir John moved over between my thighs and raised my hips to place a large satin pillow beneath them. He then brought my legs back so that my knees were touching the sides of my chest, causing my high heels to reach for the sky as beacons to my now very exposed and very open pulsing pussy.

"Now you are ready, my dear," he whispered.

All I could manage was a panting deep moaning, "Oh, yes."

His massive cock again slowly slid into me, completely without resistance. I shuddered with another orgasm upon his mere entrance, savoring the feeling of his slow possession of me. I could not stop looking at myself in the mirror. It was so fundamentally erotic in a peculiar way – almost as I was a voyeur watching someone else. I sensed that the freight train was nearing.

Sir John began slowing pumping in and out of me. Strangely I was frozen watching it through the mirror and feeling an incredible pressure within me build as that train neared. Despite my lack of movement, every nerve and neuron in my body was pounding and pulsating with raw sex. The sight of that massive man meat going in and out of me was amazing. It literally transfixed me.

Then it hit me. That freight train figuratively ran over me. My body shook, I yelled, and my legs rose up and clamped Master with the force of a woman possessed. My head seemed to explode with a surge of pure energy.

It must have been a long train, because that feeling lasted for several minutes. I may have even passed out for a bit.

Sir John slide out of me, rolled over and took me into his arms. My previously taught body now was like jelly. I seemed to have no strength anywhere. I nestled into his embrace and, without further ado, drifted off to sleep even as his kissed the top of my head. I was one very, very content sissy!

 

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