DAWN  : by © Joyce Hamilton MM tv Mdom

Everyone said the new boss was very clever, just about the best Account 
Executive in the New York office, and that we were lucky to get him over here 
in London

Peter had come in early to make a good impression, and he turned up nine 
o'clock sharp. Peter was surprised how young the new boss was, only ten or so 
years older than himself, perhaps twenty-eight...certainly no more. And very 
informal, even for an American advertising agency guy. Long hair, in a pony 
tail, tight, tailored, stone-washed jeans, tall-heeled brown, Texas cowboy 
boots, a buff-colored satin shirt open at the neck, and a gold earing in one ear. 
He wasn't tall, but very slim and elegant. Willowy was the word that came to 
Peter. His hands were soft, and manicured. He was also clearly gay, but that 
didn't worry Peter, though he was himself hetero.

As his PA Peter helped him set up his office. Two boxes had arrived on Friday 
and they unpacked them together. They chatted, and David ('just call me 
David!') said he'd been over two weeks taking a vacation between jobs, so he 
was well settled in in his Chelsea flat. Peter lined books up on the open book-
shelves, noticing they were mainly novels and not work-related. There were 
some photo albums, and he idly opened one as they chatted. He stopped and 
looked more closely. The album was filled with shots of models in all sorts of 
poses, naked or with beautiful lingerie. Further in were similar studies of men, 
naked or in posing pouches, and couples.

David looked too. 'Material from old campaigns. I like to keep some of the 
stuff we didn't use. Some very lovely people, eh?  He took the album and sat 
down on his couch, which seems to form part of executive furniture nowadays. 
Peter sat beside him. 'This was the Glory Bra promotion. That model certainly 
didn't need a Glory Bra, as you can see from the photo! He pointed out a  
colour photo of a very young model whose tits seemed to reach for the sky. 
She had allowed her blue cotton bra to slip from them, showing an even, deep 
tan. He turned a few pages. Peter, who had a gap in his sex-life at the moment, 
felt his cock stiffen, and sneaking a look at David, saw he too had an erection, 
much more visible because of the tight cut of his jeans.

A few more pages of girls, and then a sequence of men and boys. Some naked, 
some in tiny thongs or posing pouches, all of them finely-muscled, tanned, 
their bodies oiled and gleaming. 'This was a campaign aimed at the gay 
market, perfume for men. Get's you going, doesn't it? David laughed and 
fleetingly touched the outline of his prick. Peter was surprised 
to find the pictures of these smooth-skinned and groomed young men were as 
stimulating as those of the female models. At all events, he still had his hard-
on. He too laughed, and touched his own crotch, 'I think I've got the same 
problem as you!'

'Better get the unpacking finished, though,' said David.

In the afternoon David spoke to his PA. 'Peter, we've to select material for the 
Home-Maker promotion. Would you look through this stuff and pick out some 
that suggest suitable story-lines?' He handed Peter a box-file full of glossy 
photographs.

At about five-thirty, 'Any progress on that material. Shit is it that already? 
Why not come round and talk me through it over a drink. My flat's only one 
block away.'

Like many young men Peter seldom refused a drink, and I guess no-one 
refuses his new Boss! David poured a couple of whiskeys, pulled a coffee table 
in front of a day-bed, and they sat down.

Peter was just the sort of man that David yearned for: tall, muscular without 
being heavy, a clean-cut, young Englishman. He was probably straight, but 
David particularly enjoyed seducing straight males, and knew how to land 
them!

As for Peter, he half expected a pass would be made at him but expected to 
reject it, in a friendly and confident way. He had a lot of passes made at him, 
and knew how to manage that. His new Boss was a very attractive man, with a 
lot of charisma, and Peter thought that if he was going to go with a gay (which 
he emphatically was not) then it would be this sort of neat, witty, almost 
feminine type of man.

Peter talked him through his ideas and was complimented for his insight. Then 
David asked him to help select the special items for his own collection. There 
were top models and top photographers, and he intended to make up an album 
like those Peter had seen earlier. So they tipped all the spare photos out on the 
coffee table, and as the level in the whisky bottle went down, discussed the 
physical attributes of the models and chose the best. As they discussed tits, 
bottoms, bras, panties, biceps, pectorals, and all the sexual characteristics of 
those beautiful boys and girls, Peter felt his cock going hard. He was 
embarrassed and crossed his legs trying to hide it. But that just made it worse 
as the wretched stiff prick escaped from his y-fronts and the knob was clearly 
outlined.

Out of the corner  of his eye he could see David was hard as well. But David 
wasn't worried; he stretched his legs out and the shaft and knob were very 
obvious through the tight denim. He laughed. 'Don't worry. What could be 
more natural than getting a boner looking at these lovelies. ' He rubbed the 
outline of his cock and Peter felt free to do the same. Answering an urgent 
need.

David put his hand on Peter's knee and squeezed. Just a second. Then he stood 
up. 'Look, I've something to show you...but it'll take twenty minutes to 
prepare. I'll put the video on and I think it'll keep you amused. It's the Fall 
Clothes Show in New York, and it's 
specifically the catwalk for lingerie designers. see if you recognise any of the 
models! Help yourself to drinks.'

Peter did just that: he was sufficiently recently a student to appreciate free 
booze, and he poured himself another good slug, even though he was already a 
bit light-headed. He adjusted the lie of his cock and settled down to enjoy the 
tape.

And he did enjoy it. Lovely models wearing lovely lingerie. Even the males 
had a certain something on the catwalk, such enthusiasm and grace. One or 
two of the black females were fantastic, slim and leggy. Must get a bit of that, 
he thought. A little, bubbly blonde with tiny, pert tits and slim hips caught his 
eye. He knew her from somewhere. He was usually quite good at putting 
names to actresses etc faces, but this defeated him. He couldn't place her. 
Probably some magazine or other, or perhaps an agency photo-shoot? From 
her silver and diamente high heeled shoes up her slim, nylon-clad legs, the 
high cut , tiny, silver satin panty, a whispy silver bra, from which her breasts 
had escaped, and red silk gloves. The camera panned up her lithe, slim body, 
and then showed the whole. Peter rewound the tape, and looked again, and 
then again! All in all the twenty minutes sped by, and his cock was demanding 
the relief he dared not give it. He was watching the five minute section of tape 
for the third time, still trying to recall where he had seen the lovely blonde 
before, when he heard a sound.

Through the door came a ravishing blonde. The first thing that struck Peter 
was the shoulder length, fine, blonde hair, rippling in waves. The second was 
lovely ankles and slim legs, set off by high heels and black, glossy stockings, 
rising all the way to her dress, with its micro-mini skirt. The lovely girl 
pirouetted with a happy laugh. 'TaRa!'. And Peter realised two amazing facts. 
The first was this was the girl from the catwalk video. The second was that it 
was David! As he pirouetted the light silk mini spun out and up, showing 
black and scarlet silk panties and suspender belt. Peter was very aware of his 
cock-stand now! A second pirouette and Peter focussed on the erect penis, just 
visible through the nearly transparent knickers.

The transvestite went over and poured a drink, her trim bottom moving 
provocatively as she walked on stiletto heels. Her golden hair and deep tan 
was complimented by a gold necklace. She sat beside the boy. 'Well?'

'You're incredible....'

'I know that, but do you like it? Somehow I think you do.' His slender hand 
brushed against the boy's flies, against his stiff prick. Peter didn't flinch or 
protest so the tv continued. 'You must call me Dawn. Not David. I think you 
could find me very exciting....this is very gallant!' And she lightly moulded the 
shape of his cock through the fabric of his trousers.

Peter was nonplussed, not knowing what to make of his reactions to this very 
sexy creature, worried he might be 'gay' perhaps, his resolution to reject any 
advances lost now, replaced by a desire to enjoy this blonde.  'What the 
hell...', he thought, and taking Dawn in his arms kissed her hard on the lips. 
Her cheeks were as smooth as any teenage girl's. He slipped the loose dress 
down over one shoulder, and slipped his hand in, as he would with any girl he 
dated. He felt the lace and silk bra, and a small but rounded breast. 'You've 
got bosoms!'

'A miracle of modern science. No, not really! I take female hormones and it 
softens and smooth my skin, as well as giving me breasts and female curves. 
There's only one masculine thing about me now! Are they nice? Your chest is 
lovely. I love firm pecs and light hair!' Dawn had pulled off his tie and 
unbuttoned his shirt to the waist. Her hands wandered over his chest, feeling 
the strength in his muscles, tweaking hard little nipples, and enjoying the 
smoothness of his tanned skin. She was very randy, and her own cock was 
fighting to escape from its confining panties.

Peter undid the other two buttons, and placed his face against her bra, nibbling 
first one nipple then the other through the thin fabric. Dawn slipped the dress 
completely down, and pulled off her partner's shirt. Reaching behind , she 
unclasped her bra and slipped that off too. They kissed, pressing naked tits to 
bare chest until Peter broke away, wanting to play with her tits. 'Oh yes. 
They're nice all right.,' he said as he pressed their firm flesh beneath his 
palms. 'Round and firm. Lovely, hard , little nipples.' He rolled the nut-hard 
nipples between his fingers and thumbs, and returned again to fondling and 
feeling the shape and firmness of the little hemispheres.

Dawn unzipped Peter's fly and reached into his pants to pull his cock out.

It's not true to say Peter had never had a male hand on his cock, but not for 
years, in first form, behind the cycle sheds! He raised his arse so this very 
female boy could ease his trousers down. They got in a tangle, and cursing 
gently, he stood up while Dawn pulled them off completely, and shoes and 
socks. Standing up like this his cock was level with Dawn's 
head and still grasping it she placed the knob in her mouth. Her arms around 
him, she handled his buttocks, revelling in the hardness of his muscles there, 
and the softness in contrast of his skin. She now took the full length in her 
mouth and relished pressing the knob to the roof of her mouth, running her 
tongue round the shaft, just below the knob. Though Peter was motionless, 
Dawn could feel the cock moving in her mouth, giving little jerks, and 
swelling even larger it seemed. Without removing it, she pulled him down so 
he was sitting on the day-bed. She then pushed him down flat and lay beside 
him, still gobbling on his lovely, smooth prick and handling his bottom....

In this position Peter could reach her whole body and he explored her under 
her mini-skirt. He caressed the slender but rounded bottom cheeks through the 
silk of her panties. He ran his hands down to the soft, tanned skin above her 
stocking tops, and then down to the firm, cool flesh of her slender legs, 
through high gloss nylons. Peter was  hyper-excited: no girl had got him going 
like this she-male: he lusted after the arse he could feel under his palms.

Dawn stopped a second. 'I'll take this off' She removed her dress, showing 
him her firm, flat belly, albeit cluttered with a silver chain and blue silk 
panties. She adjusted the lie of her prick in the skimpy panties, and Peter could 
now see her cock through them as if she were naked. He reached out and 
touched it , through the soft, shiny cloth. It twitched visibly. He touched it 
again and again it twitched. He laughed and grasped it more firmly, enjoying 
the surprising perversity of the act. He held another's stiff cock for the first 
time as a grown man. He pulled it down, past the leg of her bikini, and it rested 
, smooth, against her tanned thigh.

'I'll suck you some more , Darling, but don't come. I want you to come in my 
mouth, but later.' Her voice was deep and sexy, but had a feminine timbre 
under the American accent. 'First I want you in my bottom. Would you like 
my bottom, Peter? Will you bugger my tight little arse for me? Do you like 
rounded , firm bottoms?'

For answer, Peter inserted his hand down the waistband of her panties and 
caressed the bare flesh of one smooth buttock. Then his finger crept stealthily 
down to her arse cleavage and stroked the length of the crack, lingering each 
time at her anus. He tapped there with the tip of his finger, feeling it twitch, 
perhaps even open slightly?

Again he squeezed the rounded bottom cheek, and removing his hand a 
second, playfully smacked it through the shiny panties.

'Oh. I liked that! Do it again, Peter.'

Peter's heart was beating with the excitement. Slightly harder this time he 
slapped the nylon-clad bottom. And again. He paused and twanged a 
suspender strap .

'Over your knees. Take me over your lap and spank me. Hard. I love that.'

As the blonde lay across his lap Peter could feel the firm cock pressing on his 
thighs. In this position he could fondle the cheeks of her arse with both hands, 
one inside her panties, and the other through the thin fabric. And he spanked 
her, rhythmically. Hard slaps.

Her hands gripped his ankles as she wriggled. Peter pulled her panties part way 
down, revealing the whiteness of her bottom. And he spanked again, making 
slapping noises against her flesh, which was taking on a crimson tinge. He 
paused and caressed the cheeks.

'Naked! I want you naked!'

She obliged...really there wasn't much left to remove now! 'Here,' said Dawn. 
'Peter, darling, rub oil into my bottom. I love that.'

She passed the young man a small ceramic bottle. He pulled the stopper out 
and tipped it, with his finger over the neck. A scent of lavender filled the air. 
Gently he rubbed his oily forefinger into her crack, penetrating slightly more 
with each pass. A drop more oil and boldly he allowed his finger to penetrate 
an inch or so. Dawn sighed and squirmed, her bottom rolling and pressing 
against his free hand while she leaned back for even deeper penetration. Now 
his finger was slipping in and out freely and without any tension.

'Oil my cock, too, darling.'

She rose from his lap and sat beside him. One hand under her penetrated her 
anus, while the other gently rubbed oil up and down her cock. Peter found this 
action exciting.

Dawn caressed his naked body, glorying in the successful seduction of another 
straight, young man. His cock in her mouth now, she produced jerking motions 
from his hips by cradling and tickling his balls and gently stroking his arse. In 
this position, each thrust of his hips placed the cock in her throat, not in the 
roof of her mouth. She removed the cock a moment to admire it....and she 
didn't want him to come just yet.

'It's lovely, Peter. I love the shape of your knob, like a Grecian helmet, and red 
and glowing. And the shaft is so white and smooth. I can feel the steel of your 
erection beneath the soft, mobile skin. You're big, you know. Not many men 
have a tool as big as this, made for sex and a welcoming arse. I know. And, 
look, a little drop of come. Don't come yet, you lovely hulk!' She tenderly 
licked with her tongue, removing and swallowing it. Peter caressed her naked 
legs and ankles. He suddenly thought how good it would be to lick her white 
high heels!

'I want to kiss your little arsehole, Dawn. Let me rim you.' Peter was near 
frantic with lust for this tiny shemale, with her smooth skin , hard cock, and 
lovely tits. He lusted after her more than any of the girls he'd had.

Dawn knelt on the bed. Her slim arse was a picture, milk white and tinted pink 
where she'd been spanked. It was so smooth as he pressed his cheek against it. 
Smooth and silky. Silky as her discarded panties! Peter knelt behind he, parted 
the arsecheeks with both hands, licked around the rim of her arse, and finally 
penetrated it with his tongue. Peter had often persuaded his girls to let him do 
this (usually as a prelude to shagging them in their arse, one of his favourite 
sex acts.) But this little, boyish arse was a rare delight! He loved the tight little 
pink ring of her arsehole, no hair at all. In and out his tongue went, stimulating 
the muscle, relaxing it.

His hand stole round the front and felt the weight of her balls, tight in the 
scrotum. Dawn was shaven, hairless, and completely smooth-skinned. He 
tenderly felt her erect cock, slimmer and shorter than his own, but straight and 
finely-formed. He wanked it, slowly and gently, as if masturbating a young 
girl.  

'Please, Peter, your cock. I want to feel that weapon fill me....'

'Kneel down then God! I want you.'

Peter placed his knob at the portal and moistened it with saliva. He pushed, 
and the practiced anus actually opened in its lust to receive the stiff prick. In 
now, right up to his balls, Peter reached round the kneeling body and cupped 
both breasts in his hands. Round, and firm to the touch, their shape had not 
changed even in the kneeling position. Suddenly  his mind went back  ten or so 
years...their feel was so like the first, twelve or thirteen year old girls he 
fondled. Firm...... small..... puffy nipples. They were sexier, he decided , than 
any girl's he'd had. They might be small but their texture was uniquely firm 
and flexible as he pressed and kneaded them.

Smoothly in and out he fucked this slender arse. Dawn felt his balls swing 
against her and his belly meet her back-thrusting bottom with each strike. She 
prayed it would never stop, but she wanted to feel the hot spunk shoot in her 
rectum. To delay the moment, she shifted, tumbling over sideways. Lying on 
their sides now, they moved together faster and faster. Peter's strokes became 
shorter as he only partially withdrew each time. Then a change. He pulled out 
completely and brutally re-entered. Pulled out, and in again. The pain and 
pleasure intermingled for Dawn, who was on the verge of coming herself. But 
that was not the plan, and she held back.

But the tension was incredible, She yelled, 'Faster you young bugger, faster, 
ream me. Score my arsehole. Crash your thighs. Faster. Harder. Harder. More, 
more....' And as she screamed she felt his orgasm, great hot spurts filling her 
arse, splashing on sensitive membranes, dribbling round the cock and down 
onto her thighs. As he came, he rammed it in further, harder, feeling the 
orgasm course through him like a coiled spring, feeling the nipping, tweaking 
contractions of her strong, young anus. He belted it in for the final, searing 
spurt. Then, deeply inserted, he ceased, and Dawn felt his weight against her 
bottom cheeks as he rested, the tips of his fingers absent-mindedly tracing 
patterns on her thigh.

A few moments and the contractions of her anus expelled the now languid 
cock. She lay beside this young man, a stranger this morning, and took the soft 
prick into her mouth without, however, moving on it. She placed his hands on 
her arse, and he answered by caressing her. And then she felt his cock rising 
again in her mouth. She exalted in the power of her body over this lad, as she 
encouraged his cock to stiffen. 

'Do it for me, too, Darling,' she said. And taking the cock in her hand , placed 
it in Peter's mouth. Peter felt doubtful, worried.This was really 'gay'. More 
gay than shagging an arse, particularly one so feminine and inviting in its 
rounded curves, soft skin. And of course, the sexy lingerie. But sucking a 
cock! That was GAY! But as the shemale's mouth moved again on his cock, 
and his excitement rose, he pulled her to him, his hands pressing her bottom, 
and took the prick in his mouth. Once there it felt, somehow, right.

Dawn was on the edge of coming. She lay back, forsaking his cock. 'I'm going 
to come, Peter!' But Peter didn't want to remove her cock, which he was 
enjoying. The contrast between the soft skin and the steely inside fascinated 
him, and he couldn't resist nibbling at it with pursed lips as it pushed in and 
out. So it was that he received the full load of hot spunk in his mouth, 
splashing against his palate with each thrust. The warm, slick spunk excited 
him, and he swallowed avidly.  

Dawn had stopped sucking while she came, but now redoubled her work on 
this fine cock. With the excitement of her orgasm still coursing through him, 
and the taste of her spunk in his mouth, Peter soon came.

They lay together in the afterglow of successful sex.

'I'm not only good in bed....I can cook too. Why not stay on and have supper?'

'I'd like that...'

Peter sat naked on a barstool in the kitchenette watching this sexy tv clitter 
about on her high heels. She'd put on a flimsy apron over tiny panties, and 
each time she turned round he enjoyed a glimpse of her naked bottom....the 
redness of the spanking had quite gone now, and it was milk-white. Her cock 
was semi-erect, and at times the shape especially of the knob could be seen 
through the thin nylon, making a little tent. He thought again of the feel of that 
knob in his mouth, and got hard!

'Look at that! Hard again! You're a real stud...' Dawn caressed his cock a 
second. 'But food first....'

They ate well...salad, sausage, a tasty pasta, cheese, red wine, brandy. Sitting 
side by side their animated conversation would be interrupted by caresses, 
gropings, touching, caressing, kissing, until by the end of the meal they were 
both as excited as earlier.

'It's late. Spend the night with me, darling.'

'I'd like that...'

'Well, you use the bathroom first.'

Lying in the hot bath, steamy, he didn't dare touch his stiff cock for fear of 
provoking an orgasm. So finally he got out, dried, and entered the bedroom.

'My turn now.' Dawn was naked, her lovely bottom and teenager's breasts  
really turning her new partner on, 'I won't be long....'

Peter lay there, still taut as a bowstring, but not daring to touch his cock for 
fear of coming. Then in came Dawn. She'd made up again, but very lightly, 
and was wearing a lovely, shimmering, shiny satin nightdress, ankle length. A 
vision in orange silk and black  lace.

Dawn pulled the duvet off and let it fall to the floor. Peter had a magnificent 
erection. Lying beside him, she pressed her body up to his back, and he could 
feel her hard little tits, and the slippery satin as she wriggled against him. She 
kissed the back of his neck, and pulled him closer to her, before turning him 
over onto his back.

'Glorious! What a body! What a cock!' She took it in her hand and squeezed 
it. Peter was by now truly over-excited and could no longer control himself. 
He started to come, great gushes of hot jism spurting to land first on his 
shoulders and chest, and then on his belly.

'I couldn't stop myself....and I did so want it to last.....'

'Never mind. It's the most flattering thing I can remember happening to me. 
Fancy coming at just one touch of my hand.'

What can I do for you?'

'Oh lots! But for tonight let's cuddle up close and go to sleep. working day 
tomorrow.'

Dawn snuggled up, her cock resting against Peter's arse, their thighs close.

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Peter  was lying on a tropical beach. A beautiful brown-skinned boy was 
gently shagging him in the arse. Another slim, long-limbed native boy was 
sucking at his cock, sliding it in and out of his mouth in rhythm with the 
strokes of the boy sodomising him. The second boy's knob was resting in 
Peter's mouth, and he was nibbling and sucking at it without moving his head, 
while the boy moved it in and out. Peter caressed the firm, smooth body in his 
arms as he watched the muscles ripple. He was holding himself back, making 
it last, but as the boy in his bottom whispered lecherously in his ear he felt 
himself on the very point of coming.

He woke up. Dawn was whispering in his ear, 'I'll teach your bottom to want 
sex, you beautiful man...' She was masturbating his arsehole, two fingers 
reaming in and out the now completely relaxed anus. She softly wanked his 
cock with her free hand. Her bare breasts were hard up against his chest, and 
she had discarded her nightie and its little panties.

'Do you like that, darling?'

'Oh, yes. Don't stop...'

'Your cock told me you liked it.'

'How many fingers have you got in me?'

'Two. But well lubricated. Look, I'll try three.' Without removing the two, she 
slipped a third in. 'There. How's that? That's as big as a cock.'

'Lovely! I never imagined....No, don't stop wanking me. And I can feel your 
breasts against my back....Would you like to slip it in? Be gentle...I've never 
had a cock in me before....'

'I'll be very gentle. And your arse is ready, very relaxed.' She slipped her 
fingers out and rubbed the bit of oil from them onto her cock. Still lying on 
their sides, she moved him over just a bit, onto his belly. She felt again for the 
crack and the hidden mouth. Ah! There. The knob. Gently. More. More. More. 
Until her thighs and balls were hard up against his arse. 'There, I'm 
completely in you.' She reached round and handled his still-erect prick. 'Is that 
good?'

Peter merely grunted. Dawn reached out with her other hand and switched on 
the light. She wanted always to remember the sight of this bottom beneath her. 
He pushed backwards against the slim body penetrating him, remembering his 
dream of the young boys. 'Fuck me, Dawn. Fuck me, and take my virginity. 
Sodomise me.'

Dawn gently, but with increasing vigour reamed the lad, her hand wanking 
him in time with the strokes of her cock.

'I'm going to come. Oh, don't stop....' Peter writhed and bucked, bashing his 
buttocks back into his lover, forcing his cock through the encircling hand and 
helped in this by the light residue of oil that made it slip past easily. Dawn felt 
his spasms as he came, and the slippery come flooding her hand. With this she 
came. Peter felt the thrust of a bugger in orgasm for the first time , his whole 
body thrilling to the passionate embrace. Dawn allowed him the first, largest, 
and hottest spurt, but then she withdrew, and the second and third splattered 
over his back and bottom while she rubbed it in his crack.

No more words were spoken. Peter was soon asleep again, Dawn's prick back 
in its resting place within him. As his breathing became regular, as he dropped 
off, dawn felt her cock expelled at last from his bottom, and she too slept, 
cuddling him in her arms.

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Peter woke first and sat up in bed, remembering in amazement the passions of 
the night. He thought of his excitement, greater than he'd ever felt with a 
woman, however lovely, however willing. The silks and satins which he'd 
always loved, and the feel of a man's cock in his mouth. And in his arse. 
Incredible! This was the best of both worlds. A lovely girl....with a prick!

He got up and went to the bathroom without disturbing the long-haired blonde 
beside him.

As he came back there was a knock, and a boy came in carrying a tray.

Embarrassed by his nakedness, Peter froze. The boy eyed him up and down 
and smiled in appreciation, but shyly. He put the tray  down by the bed, and in 
doing so woke Dawn.

'Ah. Coffee. Carl...Peter. Peter...Carl.' They shook hands. Peter, naked, felt 
clumsy at the contrast between the formality of the gesture and his exposed 
cock. ' Carl comes in the mornings and does the cleaning and laundry. Most of 
the flats have a maid....but I was lucky. Carl, undress, and go and stand by the 
mirror while we have our coffee. There's only one cup, Peter, so we'll have to 
share.'

Peter watched from the bed in amazement as the young man did as told and 
stripped off his shirt and trousers. He was already bare-footed...did he expect 
this treatment? Was it normal, routine? Peter wondered. Carl had no 
underpants, and stood naked in front of the sliding wardrobe mirror doors. He 
was dark haired but light-skinned. He had a fine, probably iron necklace. Well 
built, and quite stocky, but probably not as strong as me, Peter thought. But 
nonetheless a good body....firm muscles, broad shoulders , a hard little butt, 
and flat belly. He stood there docile, facing the room, his cock a graceful curve 
in front, from light brown pubic fuzz. The couple in bed could see his hard, 
muscled arse in the mirror.

As they drank their coffee, turn and turn about, Dawn chattered. 'That was 
lovely last night. Was it really your first? In your mouth as well as in your 
bottom? I've never had such a lovely one!' Peter was embarrassed as Carl was 
obviously listening to all this.

'What about Carl?'

'Don't take any notice of him. He's a willing slave. He's only here to clean, 
and pleasure!' Carl visibly enjoyed the comment, and Peter could see his cock 
twitch and harden a bit.

As if to reinforce her words, Dawn turned back the bedclothes and fondled 
Peter's prick, which soon responded, getting harder. He caressed her breast 
with his left hand, while his right reciprocated by gently grasping Dawn's 
nearly-hard cock. They both laughed, with the joy of young love.

Still Carl waited patiently.

'What'll we do with Carl this morning?'

'What do you usually do?'

'Just about anything I want. He's really very willing, and totally trained. And 
handsome too! I think we could tie him up and whip him a bit. Then I'll 
bugger him while you hold him down. Then I'll hold him down while you 
bugger him. We're early....got at least an hour, and in any case, if you're with 
me no-one's going to complain about time-keeping. How about it?'

Listening, Carl was blushing, but now his cock was fully hard. Clearly a 
willing slave, masochist and passive sodomite! 'Yes, let's'.

'You fix him to the ceiling there while I slip into some sexy gear.' Dawn leapt 
from the bed and went to the bathroom.

Peter, his cock waving in front of him, pushed Carl to the centre of the room 
where there was a stainless steel ring let into the ceiling. On the floor under it 
was a heap of ropes, handcuffs, and even stranger gear. Turning the lad so his 
bottom was towards him, he reached round the stocky form and handcuffed 
him at the front. His hands brushed the boy's cock as he did so. Wordlessly , 
he raised the boy's arms above his head, and passing a rope through the cuffs, 
looped it through the ring. He pulled it tight till the boy was stretched taut, and 
tied it off. Alone, and with no-one watching, he able to handle the erect, 
circumcised cock, then the arse cheeks, parting them with both hands to reveal 
the hidden rose he would soon be sodomising. His own cock twitched at the 
thought, and momentarily he pressed it into the exposed crack, pushing hard 
against the closed anus. Then he ran his hands up and down the body, lightly, 
just titillating the fine body hairs on his calves and thighs, and stiffening 
nipples.

He could not resist a brief kiss, and then a suck on the knob. As he did this he 
noticed a tube and strap on the floor. He'd seen one of these in a fetish mag 
someone had left in the office. He picked it up, and held it against the cock. It 
obviously fitted...but not with the cock erect. He remembered what a nurse had 
told him once, and picking up a whippy cane, slashed the boy right on the 
cock. Yes! It subsided. Quickly, Peter threaded the temporarily limp cock 
through the burnished stainless steel and fastened the belt in place.

Enough, he thought, and returned to the bed, to wait for Dawn.

It was about ten minutes when Dawn entered, her shoulder length blonde hair 
shining from a thorough brushing, and her eyes bright with anticipation. She'd 
put on tv dominatrix gear.....black patent-leather high heels, and a black 
suspender belt. A black leather jacket, open to show off her tits, the jacket 
studded with steel , especially at the cuffs. Her knickers, white, didn't match, 
but as she stood at the door, she pulled them down, holding her erect cock in 
the other hand. Her white skin, the black leather, her tan seamed stockings...all 
were a masochist's delight. And, too, the black whip, short handled, with a 
dozen half inch leather thongs about a foot long. 

'Glorious!' said Peter. 'Come here, and let me feel your silks.

Standing by the bed beside him, Dawn let him fondle her half-naked buttocks 
and to feel the glossy stockings, tight on the tv's calfs. He leaned over and 
nuzzled her crotch, resting his cheek on her naked prick. Then he took the 
knob in his mouth, savouring the firmness, yet the softness of the skin.

Dawn laughed and broke away. 'Later, lover. First I have to whip this slave. 
You watch and then I'll watch you. I see you have his cock confined!' She let 
the first slash descend on the stainless steel cock-tube.

Peter found her magnificent in this changed persona, as she mocked and 
humiliated her servant, reinforcing each insult to his manliness with a lash 
across buttocks, chest, or back.

With each stroke the lad winced. His hairless skin reddened and as this 
happened it was clear Dawn was enjoying herself by making a pattern on his 
body. two stripes ran from his right shoulder, diagonally down to his left 
buttock, and these were crossed by two from the left shoulder down to the 
right buttock. Peter could see these in the mirror, but more directly those criss-
crossing his smooth chest and belly. He winced, but his prick still stood, if 
anything more erect with each of the sixteen strokes.

Peter commented,  'You're very skilled, Dawn. I can see you've done this 
before.'

'Oh yes. Oh yes. I'm very practised. I've several slaves apart from this one.'

'I love the way your muscles flex. I mean your bottom muscles, framed by 
your silks. And your calves and thighs are lovely in those stockings and heels. 
I'm really hard for you....'

'We've agreed what we're going to do....no backsliding. You're to bugger my 
slave, not my feminine little arse. I'm flattered you find my bottom and legs 
sexy. But not surprised. All men do. You should see the heads turn when I 
enter a club....Talk about lust. Your turn now. You whip him. Would you like 
a different whip? I recommend a whippy little horse-whip. But be careful he 
doesn't come....he might. So watch him. Any sign of come, ease off a bit.

Dawn returned to the bed, and reaching under it pulled out a braided whip 
about three foot long. Peter went over to the slave, and kissed him full on the 
lips.

Now. Make him kneel. I'll hold him while you whip.'

'I'm doing this for your and my pleasure. Feel my hard cock up against your 
body. Now kiss the whip before I use it.'

'Yes, master.'

With his first stroke, across the belly, just above the swaying penis, Carl 
screamed. The pain was real with this new whip wielded by an athletic young 
man. Perhaps with the softer leather, and the less muscular shemale, it was 
more in pretence?

'We'll have to gag him,' said Peter.

Dawn reached under the bed. 'Shove these in his mouth. They're my knickers 
from last night. See, they still wet from where I mopped up all your come., 
when you spunked over your chest and belly.' She pressed them to her face. 
'Smells divine. He'll love it. Stuff them in his mouth.'

A drop of come appeared in the eye of the slave's cock.

'Don't you dare come till I tell you to.' But he ceased whipping and went back 
to the bed where he almost leapt on top of the watching Dawn, fondling, 
caressing, kneading, tweaking, in his passion for the satin-clad body. His leg 
forced between hers, and was rewarded by being gripped tight between her 
thighs, the nylon stockings rubbing his bare legs.

'Let me watch you fuck him, Dawn.'

'Right. Bring him over. Leave his hands cuffed.

Peter pushed Carl to the bed making him lay down. He sat on the lad's face 
while Dawn moistened the knob of her prick and entered him missionary style. 
No tenderness here. She merely slammed it in and out about a dozen times. 
She paid more attention to caressing the waist, back and buttocks of the 
partner who was sitting in front of her than to the slave she was sodomising. 
And it didn't take long.

'Take my load of spunk, slave. Take it right in your arse, slut!'

Without formality, 'Your turn now, darling. How do you want him?'

'Hold his head. I'll have him from behind.'

Again without any foreplay, Peter shoved his prick up the now well-lubricated 
bottom, and ruthlessly whanged it in and out. As he did so he wanked the cock 
swaying beneath him. The unfortunate slave had been trying to do this for 
himself but couldn't with his hands fastened. The combination of the feminine 
figure in front of him, the boyish bum he was up, the willing arsehole and stiff 
cock was just too much for Peter who immediately came, great gushers of 
spunk into the slave's arse.

Peter's orgasm brought off Carl, and the spurts flew onto Dawn. Still Peter 
wanked, until nothing but a few spasms wetted his hand as he wanked.

'You may go, now, Carl.'

'Thankyou, mistress.'

'Master and mistress.'

'Thankyou master and mistress.'

'That was good, Peter. And it's been getting better each time we do it. Look, 
would you move in with me? Not for a one-to-one. You can bring home 
anyone, male, female or shemale, and I won't be jealous. In any case I'd want 
to bring boys home sometimes. And even the occasional girl! How about it?'

Peter thought a moment. 'It's been good for me, too. I'll bring some stuff 
round after work tonight, and we can have some more fun. Come on, we've 
still got time for me to fuck you once more before work.'

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