She led him by the hand into the dining room. A large dark polished wood table in the center. The room was dark with a sensual smokiness which creapt away from the yellowed light flickering from the candelabra.

She spun him gently. "Now where were we?" she purred. She pulled him to her as she leaned back against the table. Her beautiful bare arms wrapping around his tiny waist, her long sexy legs squeezing his legs together. Nylon on nylon. Electric chills. A kiss. Long. Deep. Erotically sensual. Colors exploding in his brain as his temperature rose, his heart thumped and his sex throbbed.

She put his hands behind his back and held them there with one surprisingly strong hand, wrists crossed. "I know you. I love you." She reached up with her free hand and began to stroke his nipple.

He was overcome. His head fell back. His breathing became deeper, a moan escaped his lips.

"Yes My Darling. Indulge yourself."

She released his wrists and lightly began to trace his torso. She licked his exposed nipple lightly. He shuddered. She licked it again while her hand danced over his thighs. He quaked with the physical sensations. He thought he would cum. He was so close, yet not like any other time he could remember. Deeper. Stronger. But how could he? She hadn't even touched his cock which was still nestled between his legs.

She pressed the wide flat part of her warm tongue against his breast. Gently. Up and down and up and down and he was racked with pleasure. Weak knees, trembles, gasped breaths. Erotic. Enticing. Incredible.

And she stopped suddenly. “No, no, my Sweet,” she whispered, her hot breath carressing his ear, “Come with me.”

She led him into the bedroom. Pushed him down onto the bed. Pulled his heels off and messaged his feet. Slowly, sensually. For a long time she rubbed and soothed him, working her way from his feet over his ankles, caves, thighs, crotch. She pulled off his skirt. Un-zipped his top, threw out his breast forms and really began to play him.

Her rubbing became nibbling and licking, tongue teasing. His crotch. His nipples. His neck and ears. Long deep kisses.

Time had long ago stopped for him. He could not believe this incredible woman and what she was allowing him to feel. Making him feel. He tried to return some of the attention to her, but she forced his hands or mouth away as she continued. “Lie back. Just let Heather come out.”

She pulled his stockings off and produced two belts from under the bed with which she bound his wrists to his thighs. With another belt she bound his ankles together and then blind-folded him.

This sent him to the next level of sensual erotocism. To be a woman with another beautiful sexy woman who had tied him up....Oh God!!!! A fantasy come to life! And he was feeling everything he had dreamed he would and more. She was tuned into his nervous system and played each ending to its fullest potential.

She tingled, licked his bare legs. Always stopping just short of his crotch or going around it. She was driving him mad with desire. Desire for her. Desire to cum. Desire to be a woman ... always!

Finally she pulled her own skirt up revealing her hairless sex, nestled between her garter straps, which were attached to her stockings. She straddled him and on her knees worked her way up until her crotch was just above his mouth. "Now my darling." is all she said and he didn't hesitate. He gently licked her wet sex, a long slow lick which sent shivers up her spine. She moaned, "Yes." He probed her with his tongue to find her spot. "Ooohhhh, yes." He licked deeper. He circled her lips. She squeezed him with her legs. He could feel her as a woman would feel her.

He licked, nibbled and kissed her like a woman. Like a woman who knows what woman love. She moaned and squeezed him and took short gasping breaths. She leaned all the way back sinking into her own world, teasing her own nipples and moaning. He brought her to climax after climax. She shrieked and moaned and finally pulled away from him. Exhausted she fell sleepily next to him and he loved it.

She groggily promised, "We're not through yet. My beautiful Heather. I think you have earned something special."

She lay next to him for a while. He wondered what was next, but he loved the suspense. He loved her. And he loved this whole thing. "If only this could last forever," he thought.

She got up and returned a short time later. She pulled his blind-fold off. God she was beautiful Her sculpted face. Flawless skin. Full red lips. And those deep green eyes. He ached for her and for her beauty. He would give anything if he could be her.

She had put on a red leather dress. Tight, short. It showed off her cleavage and her incredible long legs. She put on a tight short leather jacket, which accented her small waist. Her long red hair falling past her shoulders. She was a dream come to life.

She kissed him a long sweet tender kiss, then blind-folded him again. "I'll be right back, my love. I just have to get you something." He listened to her heels click away and the she was gone.

He gladly remained where he was, too happy to even want to move. He was remembering every detail of the events of this night before they all slipped away from him.

A time later he heard the door open. She came in and whispered, "Awake?" He nodded. "Good. I have a surprise for you." She pulled his still bound figure up from the bed. And then forced him to his knees on the carpet. She stood back and admired him. "You are so sexy, my darling." She licked and kissed his nipples while her hands lightly scratched his back. He sat back on his heels and let it all seep in. She made him feel so much a woman.

She said, "Stay just like this." And walked away. He sat there. His ankles bound together, forcing his knees together as he sat on his heels. Waiting. Wearing only his body suit top and make-up. His hands still tied to his thighs. His long hair cascading down his back. Blindfolded. He was in heaven.

And then he felt something pushing past his lips into his mouth. Forcing its way in. He opened to accept it and was shocked to realize that this was a cock. Erect. Warm. Hard and soft at the same time. He froze and the dick pushed further into his mouth. He tasted the sweet salty liquid from it and was inflamed with a sudden sexual desire for this cock. He sucked it and messaged its tender underside with his tongue.

"That's it, my sweet," Alex whispered as she began to stroke his nipples. This sent new ripples, new levels of incredibly intense sensations throughout his entire body. He felt it all. How tight his muscles were. His own sex throbbing. The radiation from her tongue spreading throughout him and most of all, the sweet taste of a hard cock.

He heard someone breathing hard and moaning. Hands gripping his (Heather's) arms at the shoulders. Another pair of hands guiding her head firmly to the task at hand. Heather squirmed with erotic sensations. Alex continued licking and kissing his breasts. Heather focused more on the velvety cock in his mouth, moving faster and harder as it began to thrust in and out.

Just as it was all too much the cock froze, the hands held his head firm to the cock, and spurts of warm liquid filled his mouth. One after the another, until he had no choice but to swallow. It was incredibly erotic. It was intensely sensual. He moaned out loud around the deflating cock.

Then hands, one, two, four of them began stoking his body. Thrills and sensations, intense sensual waves racking him. They kissed him, his nipples, his bound legs. Stroked his crotch. Pulled him gently to the bed. Untied his ankles and positioned his body so that his chest was on the bed and his knees were on the floor.

Someone gently slid their hands under his chest to continue teasing and squeezing his nipples. Someone else kissed his face. Alex? And then he felt coldness being gently messaged into his anus. "Ohhhhhh", Heather moaned. "Alex. Mmmmmmmmmm"

And then the warm hard cock slid slowly into him. Filling him. Gently, slowly, in and out. It had to be another person. Yes? Could it be Alex?

He was too lost to think it through clearly. Too overcome with it all. Drifting away on waves of sensations. The cock filling him. The pure sensation of being a woman. The waves of hot, sex filled electricity sweeping through him.

He was being shoved forward by the force of the thrusts. The hands tightly gripping his waist. More hands teasing and pinching his nipples.

Then suddenly he was pulled over onto his back. The cock still pumping. Then a mouth went to his right breast. Licking, sucking. Biting. Then a second mouth began on his left breast. Next, a hard cock slid into his mouth.

He was shocked by the power of all this. He was completely washed away by it. The feelings, sensations. And he was frightened by how much he was loving it all. Such a radical departure from his own private fantasy to this intense reality which was more than he could have ever even imagined.

He writhed, licked, sucked, gasped. He was brought to the edge of the ultimate pleasure and keep there, but he could not go over, no matter how hard he tried. It was great. It was frustrating. It was highly erotic. It seemed only a second in time that lasted forever.

And then through the incredible waves of sensual pleasure, he felt a hand wrap around his own cock. It tightened. And then a warm, wet sensation seeped through all the other sensations and ripples, shudders and explosions. That unmistakable feeling of the tight, warm nirvana of a pussy sliding down his shaft as Alex mounted him. It was the final straw. He exploded. Moaning at the top of his lungs around the cock in his mouth, which also began to jerk and spurt. He screamed out as he was sweep over the falls of sensual eroticism. His back arching spasmodically. And then the dick filling his bottom began to cum also. The warmth spreading through him. The mouths still teasing his breasts, Alex riding him. The dick in his mouth. He came again. Long, hard and surprising him. Another orgasm crashing over him and washing him away. He didn't know if he was a man, woman or both. He only knew that he had never felt like this before and wanted to always.

Alex continued to ride him, moaning, laughing. The mouths came off his breasts as the cock pulled out of his mouth and his bottom. Suddenly it was only Alex using him. Treating him. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. Up and down, up and down.

He felt his feet being pulled together and bound. Then something around his neck. A collar? Then a ball-gag slid into his mouth. And Alex beginning to scream out as she came. And he came again with her. Another deep, shaking, rolling, intense orgasm. On and on they writhed together, moaning, screaming, shuddering, sweating and cuming until they could go on no longer.

Finally she collapse on top of him, sweating. They lay together for a long time, sleeping, breathing hard, being one. It seemed like forever. It seemed like Heaven.