Date: Fri, 29 May 2015 16:59:45 +0000 (UTC) From: al blanc Subject: Being Bob's Part 2 So many things rushed through my mind the next day! I had given up my virginity to a wonderful, thoughtful man yesterday. I had read so many internet stories and being taken anally always seemed to hurt the first time. This wasn't the case with Bob. It instead felt right, fulfilling and entirely erotic. I loved how he made me feel appreciated and wanted - like I (me) was important to him not only as a sexual conquest, but as a person too. He took his time to penetrate me. His thrusts into me later, animalistic, but were tinged with a concern for my enjoyment too. Lost in these thoughts, my cell phone played a tune alerting me to an incoming text. Geez! It was Bob! It read: "Had an awesome time yesterday :) Want a repeat with a twist? Tomorrow at noon? My place! Can't wait any longer! I feel the need to breed, baby!!" Wow! I couldn't help but to feel flattered. It seems Bob wanted me as badly as I wanted him again. But with a twist?! How much more twisty could anyone get? Last time Bob made me sit on his lap, all clothed and made me wet myself before he fucked me. It was a wholly fulfilling event! Being a brave little adventurer, I replied " Can't wait to have you in me again Daddy!" Oh my...I just realized I had just made a date and at the same time accepted the diminuative role of ....daughter? Hmm...seems right though. Bob has quite a few lbs, and inches on me everywhere. Bob's attitude is masculine, but yet gentle. Forceful, yet yielding. We both know he utterly outpowers me physically in every sense, so he doesn't feel compelled to be rude or excessively rough. He is just that masterful. That night I screwed the ass off my wife. She wondered what got into me. I wanted to share my experience with her, but knew whe wouldn't understand. I actually harboured fantasies having Bob come over and screw my ass off while I was buried 6 inches deep in my beautiful wife with my now, pathetic excuse for a cock. It turned me on no end fantasizing about my wife knowing about Bob and most importantly, accepting Bob fills a certain need I seem to now have. The next morning my stomach was full of butterflies. I kissed my wife off to work and went to the bathroom to clean up. I wanted to be sparkly clean when I presented myself to Bob later on. I had a deep enema and groomed my nether regions. I trimmed between my cheeks so that I was pretty well smooth around there. While looking in the mirror with razor in hand I shaved off my blond moustache. I only grew it to lend some sort of masculinity to my otherwise too pretty face. Couple that with my smallish frame and I always felt I had to compensate. Oh my god, I was nervous and my cock would not stop dripping. I tend to precum a lot. I can soak a pair of shorts and right through my jeans in no time when sufficiently motivated. I patted myself dry and put baby powder on me so my hairless balls would be comfy. When I sat in my car I found myself so aware of sitting on my "pussy". I realized I was really in touch with my feminine side as I had never been before. All I could think about was being in Bob's arms again. I looked into my lap and saw the beginning of a wetspot on my jeans. Dammit! My hand shook as I rang Bob's doorbell. He came to the door and gave me a huge smile. His eyes had a glint in them and I walked in smiling foolishly back at him. As soon as he closed the door behind me, he pushed me up against the wall and pressed his body to mine. I could feel his cock, still soft pressing on my abdomen. I reached up and placed my arms about his neck. He bent his head to kiss me. It was glorious, especially when his big hands roamed over my thighs and butt. As quick as he pushed me up against the wall, he withdrew himself with a sheepish grin on his face that said "couldn't help myself!". He asked me if I'd like a cup of coffee. "Sure!" I grinned back fully knowing where this was going...or so I thought. He led me out to his back yard retreat which was so nicely arranged, but best of all afforded privacy due to his large lawn and surrounding bushes and trees. We sat and chatted a few minutes about inconsequential things and then he steered the conversation to the fact that he adored my ass and my sweet "pussy" hiding within. I responded that I knew - with a wink and smile. I hoped to sound sexy and worldly but in reality my mouth went dry and I reached for my coffee. "Yeah...although it's pretty, I think we can do better." Bob opined. I looked at him quizically. "And how do we do that?" I asked, kind of enjoying the attention to my rear end, but now suddenly nervous I lacked for him. Bob reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of silky cloth. He held it up a pair of sheer white panties! My heart skipped a beat or two. I must have glazed over at the thought as for some reason this really appealed to me. I grabbed them and told him to hold on and I'll go and model them for him. I ran into the house and down the hall, into the bathroom ripped off my pants. They were sodden anyways as I had been dribbling precum since I got dressed. I cleaned up myself and found some baby powder to pat myself dry with. I have always loved the smell of baby powder. Reaching down I passed one foot at a time into the silky garment. It felt fantastic to pull them over my legs. It was not until I had them cinched around my hips I noticed I had them on backwards because there wasn't enough fabric to hold my cock and balls. I quickly fixed the problem and took a look in the mirror for the first time in panties. They were boycut and tended to mould my ass in a pretty way. Even my semi stiff cock just fit. I would have to be careful about popping out and ruining the effect. I left my button up shirt on and checked out the look in his full length mirror. I was presented with a reflection of a horny and nervous guy who had rather nice legs, sexy slim thighs and just a hint of the round globes of my ass in the new "lift and separate" panties poking out at the bottom. I put my feet together and looked over my shoulder at myself. I stuck out my ass a bit. It was like a butt-bra! I looked so pert and inviting with them on. "Cute! I hope Bob will like this" I thought to myself. Taking a deep breath I steeled myself for showing Bob who was patiently waiting for me. Part of me felt stupid. On the other hand I seemed to enjoy the feeling of silk on me, but when I saw Bob's reaction I was mollified. Bob got a lecherous look on his face and let out a low whistle. I stepped out of the shadow of the kitchen through the sliding patio door and into the sun, clad in gauzy, transparent, white panties and a white button up shirt. From his chair he beckoned me over to him. I loved the way my ass felt, like the panties were massaging each globe of my derriere as I walked. It made me want to swing my hips when I walked and I fear I actually strutted over to Bob and pirouetted in front of him. Bob chuckled and took my hips in his huge hands. He pushed my shirt up to my hips exposing me completely in all my panty glory or shame. I looked down at him and he was smiling like a boy who got what he wanted for Christmas. What a relief! Bob turned me around to see how the panties looked on my ass. I heard him growl deeply and them he playfully bit a cheek. I jumped and yelped in response. Bob held me firm between his two big mitts and pressed his face in between my cheeks. I felt his hot breath and tongue through the sheer fabric on my rosebud. I shivered involuntarily...okay...maybe it was closer to a swoon, but whatever I did Bob picked up on it and pulled back his face. "Mmmm, you like that, eh?" Bob asked. "Oh my god, you have no idea what you do to me Bob" I cooed as my knees started to shake. "Your ass is so perfectly round and quite honestly, quite 'fuckable' in these panties. When you're with me you should wear them all the time. We both know, with me you are more suited to being feminine than masculine so stop fighting it and go with it." Bob then turned me around and motioned with his face at my crotch. "Just look at your little dick. Really, it's more of a clit. It's not even hard yet, but you sure are wet". I looked down and saw my semi flaccid cock had once again drooled all over the silk panties making them totally transparent. I was a soaking mess! For the first time in my life I didn't feel shame at my lack of manhood though - I felt pide in my ability to inspire the obvious, growing bulge in Bob's pants. Then Bob leaned back and drank the last of his coffee. He didn't even ask if I wanted a refill. He just took my mug. A moment later Bob walked back with two coffees and somehow he had lost all his clothes except his boxer shorts which were tenting just for me in such a flattering fashion. I patted the white, rattan patio couch and he sat next to me. His hands roaming up and down my thigh. I played with his shorts, teasing him, but never touching his balls or cock. My fingertips stroked his thigh and I would only brush up against his package. I could see it growing inside his shorts and it looked intimidating! I was enjoying teasing him. My thoughts ran to how insignificant I am as a "stud" and how right it is that it me me in panties for Bob. My heart fluttered when I saw his cock snake out the leg hole. I petted it, smiled and sighed. It was beautiful! Bob produced a joint and we had a toke and finished our coffees. I had managed to control my cock so it stayed inside the panties, but noticed that the fabric was also not that absorbent as my package was awash in my own lubrication. It slithered to my taint and then I felt a trickle into the crevice. The slipperiness felt fantastic! In between my cheeks I felt so sticky and slick. I felt like a woman in heat. Bob stood up and pulled his shorts down to his ankles and kicked them off. His semi hard cock sprang free when it cleared the elastic. I never tired looking at that majestic thing. Not really waiting for an answer, I bent over his lap and kissed the tip of his circumsized cock. His mushroom capped glans curve fit my lips so well. The skin was so soft. There was a pearl of lube on the pee slit. I licked it off and tasted it. It was sweet and salty at the same time. Bob sighed so I took the hint and swallowed as much of his thick cock as I could. It wasn't hard yet so I engulfed the entire shaft into my eager mouth. I swirled my tongue at the base of his urethra. Bob groaned and I could feel it get firmer in my mouth. In moments I only fit part of the shaft and then only the head which I was slurping madly on. It was just too large to "porn star" it back. But I tried! I made e few embarrassing choking noises when my lust exceeded my abilities. Instinctively jacked him at the same time. His cock felt thick and heavy in my hand. I cupped Bob's balls in my other hand. Bob doesn't get hard like I do. Mine is like a rock when I'm up. Bob just gets much firmer. Yes, it sticks out and can defintely invade me at will, but it always remains - every so deliciously - slightly pliable .The mushroom head swelled in my mouth. I could taste his precum and swallowed it greedily. Bob lay back on the chair and gently held my head to his lap. He smelled manly and soapy all at the same time. Funny how things work out. After three cups of coffee my bladder started to tingle. Being bent over Bob's lap didnt help. I wondered how he didn't need to pee yet. So I squrimed all over the Bob as I urge to pee got stronger. I was so enjoying the sensation of Bob's balls churning in the palm of my hand that I tried to postpone my bathroom trip. I continued to worship is cock and kiss and lick his sperm-filled balls. Meanwhile Bob's hand strayed to my panty covered ass. He was stroking a cheek and squeezing it. I could feel it tugging on my rosebud and it sure was distracting. What I didn't realize was that leaning over Bob's lap was causing me to press on his tummy. Bob asked me if I wanted a little drink of something warm and wet. I just moaned and nodded, my mouth filled with his impressive cock. I thought I was finally going to taste his seed - then I felt a little squirt in my mouth. Bob said "Ahhh".... It was thin and watery! This isn't cum! I realized then he peed a little in my mouth. It tasted tangy. I was so horny I swallowed it as anything that came out of this man's cock was worth having. Bob thanked me as he had to take a little pressure off. I was shocked, but felt weird pride that I was the recepticle this man chose for his precious fluids. One of Bob's hands was on the back of my head and his other hand which was cupping my ass now sent a few probing fingers further south. Slipping a few fingers in between my thighs he alternated stroking my inner thigh and cupping my entire booty in his hand. I pressed my ass against his hand and moaned again. Bob found the huge wet spot in my panties that had dripped down to the taint area. I moved my thighs apart to give him access. He reached around and cupped my cock and balls, found it soaked for him. He then took his sticky wet hand and started to rub the crack of my ass. His hand slipped under the seam of by new boycut panties. He cupped a cheek in his hand as I cuddled his lap. His hand felt so large on me! He made me feel so small and delicate next to him. Bob let a finger dip in between my cheeks. He smeared my own lube all over my rosebud with his thick finger. My hips started to gyrate against him. Crazy! I realized then that I had slipped into this feminine role for Bob so easily! It helped that Bob was ass-centric. I noticed he rarely touched my cock or balls, but rather concentrated on my ass and legs. It seems I didn't mind at all! Meanwhile I am a slut in heat wiggling and begging for penetration. I showed my appreciation by trying to swallow is cock which only produced gagging. I think he understood though. My saliva was all over his lap now. Bob gathered my lube and it was like he was trying to stuff it into me with his finger. Eventually I relaxed enough to let him have access to my slippery love hole. I felt him breach me and wiggle his fingertip to loosen me up. I, of course complied. How Bob can make my tight little pussy loosen up amazes me. Now I know why women moan - it just feels that good! My body was his for whatever he needed. He then gently pushed inside of me until his hand cupped my entire rear end again. But this time I was "spiked" on his finger. The sensation of being invaded like that made me lift my head off Bob's cock and sigh "Oh yeah" in pleasure. Bob reached forward and kissed me on the mouth. His tongue pressed up against mine. I was in a lust induced trance! But I had to pee! Bob's wiggling finger in me wasn't helping things either! He was pressing on my g-spot and then my bladder. I felt myself losing control, but just couldn't pee. Bob knew what he was doing because he played me like an instrument. His pressures made me squirt pee out in short intervals without me doing anything! It felt dirty and wrong, but I reminded myself I was Bob's totally now and if he wanted wetness, I would let him have it! I squeaked into Bob's mouth "You're making me pee!" And oh, it felt so good.... "Sshhhh....just let it happen baby. Show me you appreciate my finger in your pussy...give me your nectar." Bob whispered back. But yet I couldn't with his big finger stuffed up me. All I could produce for him was a squirty dribble. "Oh dammit...come here! Bob said with that cute desparation in his voice and he scooped me -spiked and all - in one hand so I was sitting up facing him, astride his lap. I steadied myself with my hands on his huge shoulders. I could feel his muscles flex as he held me. His saliva covered cock thrust us between my greasy thighs and pantied balls - all the while his middle finger thrust into me and his huge hand holding my ass just over his lap. He lifted me up and down effortlessly. I looked down at the sight of his cock between my trembling thighs - the contrast of me in panties and Bob's invading cock, covered in our juices, pumping back and forth was so erotic! I looked at Bob and he was rivetted at the sight too with pure lust on his face. Bob slowly withdrew his finger from me. I moaned my dismay as I gushed a bit of pee. He then took two hands and ripped the back of my panties exposing my "pussy" totally to his lap. He lifted me up and I felt the heat of his member between my cheeks. He squeezed my cheeks to together and jacked himself there like he was titty fucking me. I loved the firmness and girth of his cock. It felt like a nice warm telephone pole! And I especially loved that Bob thought I was sexy enough to make it that way! Bob produced a squeeze bottle of lube and blindly reached around me and emptied the bottle all over my ass and his lap. It felt like a gel as it was clinging to me. He let me down on his cock again and this time I could feel the head of his hot, slippery cock rubbing back and forth between my soft, fleshy ass, looking to find entrance. All the time I was trying to get purchase on the slippery rattan furniture with my knees. It didn't matter what I did. He tilted his hands and I was thrust forward onto his chest. My head on his shoulder. He immediately found his target and wiggled the head applying gentle pressure. With my legs splayed so wide over his lap I made that effort to relax and let him have me. His head popped in and he held me still on him as I got used to him. Again, like the first time, no pain...just the pleasure of being violated...being Bob's favourite recepticle. I needed him in me, owning me. I needed his seed. Bob felt no resistance and slowly pushed himself into me. I had never been fucked in the cowgirl position before, but let me tell you it felt like his cock went on and on. So hot, so strong...it just kept on invading me and forcing my insides to conform to his girth. Finally, I was totally impaled upon Bob, my chest pressing into his, my hands on his shoulders and the remanents of my new panties still holding my rock hard cock pressed between us. I felt a liquid warmth involuntarily squirting out my cock. I thought I was coming and it was way too soon. Bob just got into me! It didn't feel like an orgasm, but almost as good. Then I realized it was pee! Bob was fucking the pee out of me! I get it now! I completely relaxed my abdomen and nether regions. Bob withdrew his cock by lifting me up. He felt just as good going out as in I thought to myself. I found myself making grunty, mewling noises into the back of his neck. My cock gushed pee between our tummies. Bob thrust into me again slowly with deliberation and the flow stopped. It felt like a little orgasm. I shivered with pleasure. Bob lifted me up again on his slippery cock and I peed. I felt the hot splash hit my chest and the sensations made my eyes roll back in my head. I was starting to think of my hole as a "pussy" like Bob likes to call it. Totally relaxed and stoned, Bob coaxed me into wetting all over us as he fucked me. When I say he fucked me it is because I couldn't even move my hips to fuck him back the way he had me splayed over him. And this was so rude it surely doesn't qualify as "making love"! He just lifted me and thrust me down again and again - everytime causing a splash of pee to escape my transparent, torn panties. We were soaked! The scene was replete with squishy, wet noises, sighs and moans. Bob whispered encouragement to me all the way. "Oh yeah baby...give Daddy your juice....you feel so soft and warm on my cock...oh yeah...take my cock, girl...take my seed...I'm going to fill you with cum....and Bob's pace picked up. He was now bucking his hips into me and his urgency demanded. I heard hom say "come here" and I lifted my head off his rippling shoulder to look at him. His eyes were half closed and he smiled at me. I could see the ecstacy on his face. I begged him for his load or more accurately; I told him to "empty himself in me". Bob started fucking me with his hips. I had long ago lost control of the lower half of my body. I just couldn't keep up with his pace and surrendered loins to him completely. My baldder was emptying itself in profusion over our laps. Warmth poured over us. With each jack hammer stroke Bob gave me the counter gush of pee escaping felt like an orgasm..over and over...in very quick succession! I believe I may have been drooling as my language was utter gibberish. I wrapped my arms about him and kissed him back as he slammed into my pussy and in this way Bob pressed up hard into me and gave me his gift. I felt him spurt over and over. I imagined his balls contract against me when he spewed. He held me tight and gasped into my face as he came. I was so enthralled by all this that I found myself cumming hard into my panties. I felt my pussy clamp down on Bob's penis and felt the waves of semen travelling up his urethra into me. I spasmed on Bob's strong chest as he held me. The waves of ecstacy just kept on rolling in as Bob shifted his cock in me and delivered the last of his load in me. my orgasm seemed to be linked with peeing at this point. It felt like I came a quart! I shuddered and found myself unable to hold myself up so I rested my head on Bob's shoulder. I was enjoying the afterglow cuddled up to Bob when I felt my cock invloluntarily release a slow dribble of pee and warmth between us as Bob's cock softened in me. I felt Bob take a short gasp of air when he felt the warmth. Encouraged, I slowly released everything I had left which was a lot. We kissed while I was doing this. Bob was stiffening up a bit in me. It felt great! I wiggled back on him to show my appreciation. Then I felt it! A rinsing, tingling, feeling inside of me. Bob was peeing inside of me! It felt awesome. It was hot and filling me up. Bob sighed into my mouth as he released. My first reaction was to jump off, but for some reason I just stayed there and accepted his fluids into me. We kissed passionaltly as he released and soon I was overfull and leaking Bob's pee and semen all over his lap. I was sitting in it, squirming and trying to coax more out of Bob. And we kissed. My breathing slowly returned to normal and Bob ground his semi stiff prong into me. I felt like a limp noodle totally in his control. I thought to myself how glad I was that I took 1-1/2 hours to prepare this morning. In this warm afterglow Bob mentioned that I would make a perfect wife for him. He then groaned a bit and thrust his thickness into me. Being more of less soft now it just felt like a big, thick plug in me. I responded by hugging Bob's cock with my pussy. That with my involuntary moan as he thrust his soft cock into me convinced him I liked the idea just as much. With my head resting on the back of Bob's neck he the told me I was "pretty". "You have thick, blond hair. How pretty would you be if you grew it out for me?" You have soft curves more like a woman than a man. You could look really nice in more feminine clothing"...I could hear the hesitation in his voice as he revealed his kink to me....to see how it would be received...Sensing no negative response, he went on further saying " If you were smooth all over for me, think how sexy lengerie would feel..." This made me smile to myself. I raised myself off his shoulder and looked him in the eye. His soft cock shifted in me and I swooned a bit in response. "Bob!...I'm married...I wish I could be all that for you and more but,...and let it trail off. Wouldn't you know it? My little spent, wet cock was getting hard again at the thought. Somehow Bob had struck a nerve in me. I actually considered myself as Bob's wife! My face showed everything! Bob said he understood and stroked my panty-trapped clitty, smiled and sighed out "Just a 'what if'.... I found myself getting a little itchy from all that wet play. I motioned to get off Bob's lap and by doing this, I had to leave his beautiful cock. I slowly lifted up, my knees not quite working well yet - Bob assisted me. I felt is soft cock slip out of me. It felt wonderful! Then a big gush off pee drained on his lap. He pulled me down and kissed me on the mouth as like this I drained the last of my gifts. Bob and I hosed and towelled off each other on the grassy section of his secluded back yard in the sunshine. He then hosed off the patio furniture and paving stones below. Ater that we retreated to his ensuite for a shower. All the time I was thinking of Bob's offer to 'fem it up'. With him it seemed right and comfortable even to cede my masculinity. But always balancing the fantasy off was the fact I am actually happily married. Bob started the water running and we stepped inside. Bob handed me a face cloth and soap. I lathered it up and asked Bob to turn around. He did and I passed my cloth clad hand over his back and shoulders. I soaped his waist and his ass. Bob was attractive, but his ass isn't his stongest suit. I can see why he liked mine so much. I kneeled down and lathered his legs. Bob turned around as I relathered the face cloth. I was presented with Bob's hanging cock right in my face. I took the soapy cloth and gently handled his package. It felt so heavy. I soaped his balls which hung low in the warm water. My god, there were like chicken eggs! I rinsed him and leaned forward to kiss his testicles. Bob stroked my head. I put one in my mouth and tickled it with my tongue. Bob gasped. I paid tibute to the other one as well as this is where all that glorious cream is made - just for me! I lifted my face to accept his cock into my mouth. I could bury my nose in his pubes for once! His cock felt deliciously soft and pliable. It still filled my oral cavity from back to front and cheek to cheek. I allowed my tongue to dance with it as I spent a few moments worshipping that wonderful tool which brought me so much pleasure earlier. To my amazement Bob started to grow in my mouth! This man is insatiable! Pretty soon it backed its way out of my face. Bob Pulled me off of him smiling at me and saying "We'll never get clean if you get my motor running again." Dejectedly, I stood up and soaped his chest and arms. I noticed my hands couldn't even fit around his biceps. One more reminder he and I were in different classes! Bob grabbed another face cloth and said it was my turn. Bob scrubbed my back and pulled my soapy body into him to lather my front. I could feel his hardening cock head on my warm, slippery ass. Bob pressed his pride between my ass cheeks. Thrown off balance I had to lean forwad to brace against the shower wall. I looked down to see Bob's hands on my hips. I looked like a child in his paws! And my cock, my old friend, stiff again with Bob's attentions and although eager looking, no comparison to Bob's cock. It's like when with Bob, my manhood ceases to exist. Bob then held his cock head to my little starfish and pushed it back and forth until I opened for him...which I did. I could not refuse this man! Anytime he wanted me, I felt I had to give myself. Slowly, Bob pushed his cock into me. He bottomed out in me and I was entranced by the feeling of being so filled and dominated. Bob pulled my shoulders back and we stood back to front, still impaled on Bob's cock I had trouble standing straight. The best I could do is arch my back and press my shoulders against him. He leaned his head down, stroked my neck and kissed me deeply. I reached back to hold Bob's ass for support. This just pushed him deeper into me and writhed like a slut in heat on his jutting cock. Bob gave me a slow gentle fuck, kissing me and letting his hands roam from my hips to my chest. He cupped my hard cock and balls in one hand and pushed it tight to my body all the time slowly grinding into me. As usual, when Bob enters me, he fills me completely. The inside of my pussy was wall to wall cock and Bob was rubbing my g-spot with every grind. Finally I shot off in his hand. Bob supported my weight as I went limp as the waves besieged me. With my eyes rolled back in my head I heard Bob telling me "oh baby....here I cum!" and I felt his member pumping his seed into me. I milked him with my pussy while we both caught our breath. I wanted all his cream! Bob finished soaping my chest and arms and cleaned his love stick once again. I cleaned my "parts" just one more time. We exited the shower and towelled each other off with gentle dabs. I felt warm and fresh all over excpet for my pussy which was leaking Bob's copious seed. I could feel it sticking between my butt cheeks. I liked it! It made me feel owned by a real man. Bob discovered it and led me by the hand into his bedroom. He lay on the bed face up and asked me to straddle his face with my pussy so he could clean me up. Such a dirty man! I accepted his offer and mounted his face. Bob's tongue snaked up andI felt a tentative lick on my sensitve pussy. Then another. Then he worked his tongue into me and that attention made me relax. Blobs of cum came gushing out of me. It felt like I was shitting on Bob, but it was semen instead. I leaned forward and rested my face on Bob's soft cock as he lapped me up and cleaned me eagerly. I couldn't believe I found my cock responding again! This hasn't happened to me since I was 15! Bob finished cleaning me up and we once again freshened up in the bathroom. Bob couldn't stop smiling at me. Aterwards we got dressed and chatted for a while. Bob wanted to procure something more exotic than panties for next time. I told him him in no uncertain terms that he was a walking internet storysite...and I liked his mindset. He grinned at me and agreed. Bob kissed me goodbye once again, patted my ass and I left to resume my life again.