Georgie's Road - Sex Stories

Georgie's Road

... more broken as she broke down my resistance, making me into her moaning, gasping slave.

After a while she pulled out of me and then she pulled me by the arms and marched me down the corridor. I was still blind, and trusted her to push me where to go.

I felt us enter another room, and then she shoved me in the back, and for a moment of terror I thought I might crash on my face on the floor--but I landed on the bed, face down.

I felt Georgie climbing onto the bed and mounting me, and then she penetrated me again and went back to sodomising me. She was a fantasy version of me; I was a fantasy version of her. The girl was dressed and masculine and in charge; the boy was naked and feminised and being used.

She buggered me for a long time, then got off me and rolled me onto my back. The ball gag was removed. I let out an exhausted whimper, and there was a pause... and then I felt and smelled her naked rear end descend over my face. She had only lowered the jeans and boxers, not removed them. Georgie sat on my face and whined with pleasure as I tongued her, desperate to please her, to bring her to where she needed to go.

After a while she got off me and rolled me onto my belly, and then her naked pubis was under my face and I buried my face in her crotch, worshipping her.

I was careful not to put my tongue inside her unless she seemed to want it. She gave no sign, but after a long time she got out from under me, reached under me, grasped my cock and began to jerk ...

... me off--and then her other hand spanked my bare ass.

I gave a squeal. She did it again. This was truly sadistic of her, because spanking doesn't do anything for me, and she knew that, yet her other hand was very much doing something for me. She was keeping me aroused but preventing me from coming as I lay naked, bent like a penknife, squirming as Georgie jerked me off and spanked me.

Finally, when my poor arse was stinging and throbbing, Georgie let go of me and slid her arm out, and I lay there, panting, feeling her adjust her clothing.

We both lay there, breathing heavily.

'Had enough, cunt?' she said lightly.

'Thank you,' I said in a meek voice.

'Don't forget who's boss,' she said.

We lay there in silence for a moment, and then she popped my handcuffs. I took them off; my wrists were quite sore. I reached up and took off the sleep mask. My arse was still tingling from the buggering Georgie had given me.

I rolled over and looked at her. She was lying on her back, staring at the ceiling. With her cropped hair, and wearing my clothes, and her almost non-existent boobs, she looked like a cute boy.

'Who's boss,' I said.

'Mm?' she said absently, and glanced at me.

I leaned over her and kissed her hard. She made a snort of protest but I got on her, and held her down, still kissing her. Georgie struggled. I stuck my tongue in her mouth. She leaned into the kiss, making protesting moans, but her body was betraying her.

I reached into her clothes, ...