Violation

"Oh fuck that feels good," he moans.

I realise that Robert is receiving tremendous pleasure, dry humping my nylon encased arse and I also realise I can probably help get him off quickly. I push back against him and lift one hand off the bed and reach behind and stroke his cock through the slick panty material. Robert must be finding it even more arousing, my red-painted fingernails raking his glans through my silken panties. He continues to groan and push against my backside but then he stops suddenly.

"Oh no you don't you fucking tranny whore! I know what you're trying to do!" he shouts and pushes me in the back so that I fall on the bed.

I lie face-down on the bed and hear him rummaging around in my dresser. Then he stomps back to the bed and flips me over onto my back. Robert is very strong I realise. Then I look at what he is holding in his hand; he has a bunch of my pantyhose.

"Spread out bitch!" he demands; and suddenly I know where he is going with this.

"No! No! No! No! Pulllleeesssee!!!" I beg of him and try to sit up.

"Get down on the bed you fucking whore!" he grunts and pushes me back down on the bed.

Robert falls on top of me pinning me with his weight. As much as I try to struggle I can't fight him and I end up tied to the four-poster bed, my wrists and ankles stretching at the pantyhose that tie me to the bedposts. I can move my arms and legs a little because Robert has tied me by the wrists and ankles to the four bedposts using four pair of pantyhose. But although I have some freedom of movement, I am well and truly fastened to the bed by the nylon ligatures.

Robert sits on the bed and takes his time getting undressed. He neatly folds the trousers of his suit and lays them over the back of my dresser chair and hangs his shirt and jacket there as well. He turns around when he is finally fully naked and I see his tumescent penis poking straight out from under his pot belly. It is long, thick and swollen; his glans is shiny and purple, a thin string of pre-seminal fluid drools from the eye.

He walks over to the bed and without any warning just drops himself on top of me. I am pinned under his weight and the bed sags appreciatively. He raises himself up over me and lowers his face to mine, breathing in my perfume.

"Oh fuck this feels so good," he whispers and pushes his lips against mine.

He is wearing after-shave and deodorant and I taste mouthwash as he slips his tongue into my mouth. At least he is a considerate molester I think to myself.

Robert kisses me passionately, his lips pressed hard against mine, his tongue explores under mine then slowly works its way around my mouth, flicking and probing. His body is hard against me and his hand slides under my back and lifts me off the bed slightly, it comes to rest on my buttocks. He rubs his hand there, the material of my dress and half-slip whispering against my panties and hose.

"Mmmm," Robert whimpers, his lips still against mine.

I lie still, neither encouraging him or denying him what he wants.

"God I just have to have you hun, my lovely transvestite webcam queen; this is just how I imagined it would be!"

Robert kisses me again as his other hand slides down and seizes both of my buttocks. He lifts the hem of my business suit skirt and caresses my half-slip. His hands work in a circular motion in time with his tongue, rubbing the silky slip against my tight panties. I now realise that he is gyrating his hips against mine; pulling the lower half of my body against his as his passion intensifies.

I lie still forcing myself not to move, to just take what is coming.

Using the utmost self-control I force myself to go limp in his arms again and allow him to grind his body against mine. His erection pushes against my stomach. I can feel the heat of it though the material of my skirt and slip.

Robert gyrates against me, his tongue working feverishly in my mouth, his lips crushing mine. The hands on my arse paw at my buttocks and pull my lower body harder against him. He is 'dry humping' me; pushing his erect member against me through my clothes. I perceive a deep humming deep down in his throat and he begins to breathe heavily as he continues to kiss me deeply.

Robert reaches a hand between our bodies and adjusts his penis, then his hand flies back to my arse and he rucks up my skirt and uses both hands to caress my buttocks through my slip as he pulls me back against him.

He grinds himself against me, his cock hard against my lower abdomen. I can feel the girth of it though the layers of slip, panties and pantyhose. I concentrate harder on not responding in any way and just allowing Robert to do what he wants to.

Roberts kisses are a hard insistent invasion of my mouth; every few seconds he has to break to take a breath; I can taste my lipstick and makeup. During these little gasps for breath he pants and moans utterances.

"Yes! oh yes baby! so good! so good!!!"

"Gotta do it soon! gotta do it soon!!!"

Robert reaches down again and struggles with his erection and he pushes it down then releases it so that it springs forward and at the same time he forces my legs open.

His cock is now wedged between my legs; encased in the silky sheer material of my half-slip, hard against my crotch.

"Oh my god!" Robert groans and begins to hump against me.

He gets into rhythm, dry fucking me in time with his feverish kisses; slowly circling his manhood against my body. Robert tugs on my slip and I feel it drag down my thighs until it is around the tops of my knees. Now I can feel his turgid penis trapped between my pantied crotch and gossamer cloaked thighs. Robert pushes against me and thrusts his cock into the silken trap made by my pantyhosed thighs and nylon panty crotch. I can feel the head of his penis rubbing itself along mine through my panties; my penis held in place tight between my legs by the gusset of my pantyhose.

Robert quickens his pace and his cock begins to throb. He pushes against me harder and holds me so tight that I'm afraid he will squeeze the breath out of me. His tongue is now a wild wet animal, thrashing in my mouth, fluttering and exploring every crevice.

Both his hands clench my buttocks squeezing them roughly through my panties as he pushes me down into the mattress to the rhythm of his thrusts. He groans and grasps my arse so tight that I am worried he will tear through my panties and pantyhose. He pulls me hard against him and I feel his penis begin to pulse and throb. Then he quickly pulls himself away from me.

"No, no, no, no, you fucking don't! I'm not falling for that; I want the real thing!" he gasps, his body shuddering as he concentrates on preventing his orgasm.

Robert rests for a minute, pulls my slip back up and then moves from between my legs and moves further up the bed kneeling with his crotch level with my face. His hard cock wobbles in front of my eyes.

"Touch it!" he orders.

I reach out with my right hand, only slightly encumbered by the pantyhose binding it to the bedpost, and I gently stroke his turgid member with my fingertips.

Robert leans back slightly so that he can see my painted nails trailing along his shaft as I wank him. A thin thread of shimmering clear pre-come runs from the purple head of his penis and drips onto my satin sheets. He reaches out and caresses my thighs and stocking tops and then works his way up to my panties. I stiffen as I feel his hand go inside my panties and begin to fumble about. I force myself to relax and he eventually finds my thin soft cock nestled in the crotch of my satin panties and he begins to free it from its little prison.

I concentrate on slowly masturbating him to the best of my ability. I grasp his member tightly and slowly squeeze and then flutter my fingers against the shaft as I work my hand up and down his penis. He is obviously enjoying it because he is just staring at my hand wanking him while his hand strokes my stocking tops. His other hand finally frees my member, he begins to squeeze it harder and harder.

I stroke his cock with firmer faster strokes. He lowers his head and kisses me, gently sliding his tongue along my gums, exploring my mouth. Then he sits back on his haunches again and removes his hand from inside my panties.

Robert reaches out and puts his hands on my shoulders and turns me sideways on the bed. He draws himself closer and takes my head in his hands and pushes his crotch forward so that the head of his cock is between my lipsticked lips. He keeps pushing until I open my mouth. The musky smell of his loins is mingled with the faint odour of body lotion or talc.

"You take this bitch, and don't bite or you're fucking dead!" he laughs.

He pushes his sleek hard manhood into my mouth until I start to gag and then he commences fucking my face. He thrusts his sleek skinned penis in and out of my mouth. Underlying the taste of his body lotion there is also a sweet salty taste that I know to be pre-seminal fluid. My gag reflex remains suppressed as long as he doesn't drive his cock too deep into my throat, and I can tell that he is very aware of this because he is obviously holding himself back.

I breath through my nose to compensate for the thick member filling my mouth. Robert tightens his grip on my head and eases his cock purposely in and out of my mouth. He pulls it back until my lips circle his purple glans and then thrusts forward, forcing his turgid meat deeper into my mouth. I move my tongue around the shaft and can sense his enjoyment. Robert is moaning and grunting with pleasure.

"Yeah you bitch whore, take this!"

"Take it bitch, take it!" Robert howls as his pleasure nears climax.

Robert quickly pulls his penis from my mouth and sits back on his haunches again.

"Nearly lost it again. As much as I'd love to fill your pretty face with spunk I have other plans," he pants.

Robert rests for a minute or two, occasionally reaching down to kiss me passionately to keep himself aroused, but being careful not to drive himself over the brink.

Robert stands and moves back down to the bottom of the bed. He jams two pillows under the small of my back, lifting my lower body off the bed. He rucks my skirt and slip back up around my waist and pulls my legs apart and then lifts my high-heels high up off the bed. He sits on his haunches between my outstretched legs, my nylon-sheathed legs are held open by the bonds tied around my ankles, my gleaming black high-heels held high. My heavy makeup is smeared from Robert's kisses and sweaty passion, my damp hair is strewn around the pillow framing my face. We are both panting.

Robert positions himself further up the bed so that his member rubs against my panty crotch. He reaches out and pulls the gusset of my panties to one side exposing the crevice of my arse now protected only by the gossamer thin veil of my pantyhose.

I know what is coming and instinctively I try to push myself down into the mattress and away from the invading member but Robert takes hold of my waist and digs his hands into me to hold me steady.

"Oh no you don't Michele; hold still while I tends to my needs, it will all be over soon" he hisses.

His hard cock rubs against the thin gauzy nylon of my pantyhose and pushes the silky material into the crevice of my arse. Then Robert adjusts his member so that his glans is nestled against the bud of my sphincter. I feel Robert pull the gusset of my panties further across my buttocks so that he has an unobstructed view of his penis poised at my rear entrance; his erect member pushes the nylon of my pantyhose tight against my sphincter. He says something.

"Don't forget the lube!" he whispers.

"Whaat?" I stammer.

"I think you will appreciate some lube about now Michele!" he says.

I reached under the pillow; my hand hampered by the bondage of the pantyhose tying it to the bedpost. I search for the tube of lube that I have put there previously this evening in anticipation of girly fun. I grasp it and hold it out to him.

"No, you do it Michele," Robert laughs.

He takes the tube of KY jelly and squeezes a big blob of the cool slippery liquid into my hand.

"You do it! And be nice and gentle I don't want to come before I get it in you!"

I stretch my hand down to Robert's engorged manhood. It is rock hard and I put my hand around it, it feels enormous and menacing, throbbing in my hand. Robert looks down to see me lying there with my legs wide apart, my high-heels held high in the air, my legs encased in my diaphanous nylons with my white satin panties pushed to one side of my arse, exposing my buttocks. He watches as my long delicate fingers, their red painted nails glimmering with the shine of the lubricant, slide feather-like up and down his hard cock, coating it with a generous amount of KY jelly.

"Oh Michele, you're going to get it now!" he moans.

His hands move to my hips and I can feel his now well-lubricated glans pressing against my sphincter. But there is something preventing his entry; the nylon gusset of my pantyhose! He hasn't pulled my pantyhose down or torn a hole in them!

"Pantyhose!" I gasp.

"Yes, I love them!" he exclaims and thrust his hips forward.

The head of his penis slides inside my tight hole, the lube assists his entry but the nylon gusset of my sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose is also pushed inside me. The pain of having Robert's hard cock pushing inside my sphincter is bad enough but the nylon wrapped around the head of his cock is like fine sandpaper against the walls of my rectum.

"Oh God!" I groan in agony and then I look sideways to see myself reflected in a full-length wall-mounted mirror.

I am impaled on the head of Roberts's cock as I lie there with my legs spread, skirt hitched up and Roberts's gut hanging over me as he thrusts harder. His eyes close in concentration and ecstasy as he stuffs more of his tumescent member inside me. My pantyhose grow tight around my buttocks and between my groin as Robert forces more of the sheer fabric further inside me. He groans and holds me so tight that the pain is almost more than I can bear; I feel a searing heat as my insides are invaded.

Suddenly the flimsy nylon rips and Roberts's well-lubricated shaft drives itself all the way inside me as the resisting pantyhose gusset tears away. His cock is so big, and so deep inside me, that it knocks the wind out of me. I feel Robert's thighs against mine, his skin whispering on my nyloned legs as he grinds into me. His large gut is now resting firmly against my tummy and his hands give way and his full weight presses down on me.

"Oops, don't fall down Robert," he laughs, "I'm just about to start the ride!"

He pushes himself back up and takes his weight on his arms and starts to kiss my neck. Then one of his hands fumbles around at the front of my crotch. His hand strokes my sleek thighs as he slowly rapes my back passage.

Robert starts to slowly thrust in and out of me, hardly moving his cock more than an inch in and out; he is panting and slobbering at my neck, kissing and licking me. I close my eyes and try to relax my internal muscles so that the pain in my back passage will subside.

Robert's hand strokes my thighs and groin as he slowly fucks me, he is obviously delighted in the feel of the slinky nylon and satin on his skin because he is pushing his crotch hard against my buttocks on the in stroke. He begins to fuck me harder and faster, establishing a hard and fast rhythm. I relax my sphincter and concentrate on keeping my back passage loose to accommodate him.

"Open your eyes bitch!" he gasps, "Look!"

I open my eyes and turn to face the mirror. Robert is thrusting against me, his sweaty body glistening with exertion; his hand is under the front panel of my panties ferreting around, pawing and stroking. He is alternately kissing me and slobbering at my neck. He thrusts in and out, pivoting his waist to get all of himself inside me, rubbing his balls on my nylon covered ass at the top of his in-stroke.

My back passage is full and it aches as Robert's invading member slides in and out of me, but oh god, I begin to feel the spongy hard mass of his glans as they push against my prostate. I feel the first ripple of sexual pleasure from my anal cavity.

I raise myself up so that my buttocks push up further and I sway my hips from side to side to increase Roberts's pleasure and ensure my arse cheeks rub against him, as he obviously loves the feel of that. I turn my head back so that Robert can kiss my pouting lips.

Robert now starts to pound himself heavily in and out of me. I imagine that he can do some serious damage to my insides if he isn't careful; but I still experience the wonderful tingle of excitement every time his cock massages my prostate. He fucks me harder and harder and is grunting and panting really hard now. He grasps my hips and pulls me hard up against him, thrusting forward and back. He jackhammers himself in and out of me, groaning and cursing.

"Fucking bitch! Fucking Whore! Fucking take this you cunt!" he screams.

He pushes in hard and grates his balls against my arse as he shudders. His grip on my waist is like iron. I sense his cock start to convulse inside me as it shudders and secretes his hot spend. Robert's cock actually expands further and fills me completely and I think that the walls of my back passage will tear as Robert orgasms deep inside me. Jet after jet of hot seed stream into me as he rocks slowly back and forth. His semen further lubricates his cock and any pain I am experiencing goes away immediately. Robert is hissing obscenities as his orgasm peaks. I feel his spend drip from my sphincter and run down into the crack of my arse.

As Robert's glans pulsate and throb against my sensitive prostrate, washing it with his hot seed, I experience a stab of exquisite sexual pleasure pulse through me and simultaneously stiffen and ejaculate into the front of my panties. I shudder with pleasure although I feel utterly debased.

Robert pushes me down into the mattress and pulls back so that his cock slides out of me, a torrent of his semen joins the trickle running down my crack and, as he lifts himself up, globs of semen drip from his member onto my stocking tops and legs. I can't believe how much semen he expended.

Robert leans down and kisses me full on the lips.

"That was fantastic; you are one hot tranny whore," he laughs.

Robert grabs a handful of my half slip and wipes his cock on it. The silvery gleam of semen and KY jelly soak into the white satin fabric.

I am left lying on the bed my clothing dishevelled, with my legs akimbo and my slip and stockings stained with semen, my ankles and wrists still pathetically bound to the bedposts by the pantyhose restraints.

"Satisfied?" I inquire.

"Certainly. Are you?" Robert responds.

"Well; maybe just a little constructive criticism if you don't mind." I answer easily removing the pantyhose restraints and getting up off the bed. I pull down my slip and skirt; adjust them over my thighs and reach for my cigarettes.

I walk over to where my webcam is mounted on top of my laptop, strategically positioned to take in a widescreen view of my bed. I blow a kiss into the lens of the webcam and shut it off. I close my website down on the laptop and log off from the Internet.

"Well honey you were fifteen minutes late getting here; the punters on my website expect the show to start at nine p.m. sharp!" I chasten him.

"I couldn't find the fucking key to the front door; I'm sure you said the third flowerpot on the left of the windowsill," Robert complains.

"Ok, but next time try to get started on time; and you need to be careful when you dry hump me like that. You nearly lost control and came all over me; which I actually wouldn't mind, but the punters want to see me get a good fucking." I said