Date: Thu, 21 Oct 2010 14:32:28 -0700
From: valencia hill <valencia.hill@gmail.com>
Subject: Tony and me Tg/Tv

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