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Authors name: Daphne Bishop (1782@wildmail.com)
Story title : Daphne's Diary of Elegance and Decadence

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PART SIX---"Luke, Switch on Your Tranny Radar"
(M/cd, tg, CD/cd, teen/ped, bd, 1st)
Daphne Bishop (1782@wildmail.com)

***

I put down the phone, and my mind quickly began to work 
on the problem--how to rescue the Prof from the clutches 
of the nasty FBI without being killed or caught?

(Well, being caught was one thing, being killed quite 
another)

After all, the "rescue squad" was only me and the 
girl/boy, Jamie. Could we really expect to penetrate the 
formidable Task Force base at the old immigration 
station on Angel Island? Even if we somehow managed to 
get in and liberate Him, wouldn't they shoot to kill in 
order to preserve their secret quarters for use in 
future torture and interrogation abuse? Duh....

I had to consider alternative approaches. Should I 
contact his Senator or Representative? No, Ron was far 
too nouveau riche to have any of them in his well-lined 
hip pocket. Perhaps an attorney could help.... nah, what 
am I thinking about? The lawyers would just take the 
money and run!

For a split second I thought about calling Dubya, but of 
course he couldn't do shit for fear that I might blow 
the whistle on our "blow" incident! There was my friend 
on Capitol Hill, but hell he was on the Agriculture 
Committee and couldn't do jack either. Besides, our old 
girlfriend was long gone and knowing the voyeuristic 
bastard as I did, he probably wouldn't even pick up the 
phone unless it was a "3-way" call.

The press? Those fuckin' morons? They wouldn't be happy 
unless the whole thing resulted in a big hostage crisis!

Can't you just hear it--"Tonight's Big Story is from 
Angel Island where heroic FBI agents shoot and kill two 
perverted kidnappers and their forcibly cross dressed 
young victim. Exclusive heli-cam footage at eleven!!!"

In desperation, I phoned S thinking her rich husband's 
connections might help. I reached her answering service 
but she immediately called back. S listened as I laid 
out the situation and said she'd get back to me as 
quickly as she could. I found Jamie and told her that we 
might be going out soon and to dress and make-up as 
conservatively as she could from the wardrobe of 
admittedly sexy clothes I had provided.

I made a quick stop in the E room (always be prepared 
for any contingency--the Prof had long espoused the 
value of that Marine motto), then dressed and made-up as 
I had directed Jamie. I nodded approvingly at my 
reflection: striking blond woman in an expensive Chanel 
jacket and mini-skirt, silky thigh-highs in "barely 
black" (even the Prof wore a pair of these sexy things 
occasionally), and Kenneth Cole patent pumps with 
matching shoulder bag with silver handles.

I went into the Prof's private study to wait for S's 
call, opened his desk and armed myself with his German 
WWII "switchblade" and a 9mm mini-gun pistol (the Prof 
had modified it to fire a clip automatically). Looking 
around I was struck with the neatness and cleanliness of 
the room, everything in its place and a place for 
everything. Not surprising, since the Prof was the most 
fastidious of men, obsessively clean and organized in 
all his living spaces.

I had stashed my cache of cash (no high-interest credit 
cards for Daphne!) in the back of his huge executive 
desk and reached back to retrieve the large envelope, 
but groping blindly, pulled out the file in front of it. 
It fell open and its contents spilled over the top 
surface of the desk. I tried to avert my eyes but there 
was no way not to see that it was one of his Secret 
Files.

Dozens of dog-sex photos and downloaded scans of women 
and dogs, and men and dogs, and dogs and dogs---well, 
you can imagine the rest. Drawings of shocking scenes of 
transvestite bestiality by an unknown (to me) artist 
from the Midwest. 

I must admit to a bit of prurient interest in these, and 
even to admiring the candid photos of the artist her/him 
self, a compelling brunette with more than a bit of 
kinky gleam in her eye.

For a moment my mind played with the prospect of getting 
her in the same bed with the Prof and me.

Undeniably turned on, I tilted back in his swivel exec 
chair and drifted into a dreamy reverie for a few 
minutes...

*

(He has taken me to a luxury hotel and shows me off to 
his friends, and promises all of them that he will let 
them gang bang me later in the evening. He takes me 
upstairs to a room, and tells me he knows all about my 
rape fantasies and then rips my dress off. He forces me 
against the bathroom wall and assaults me. I am crushed 
against the wall by his powerful upper body. He pulls my 
panties down, and then tongues and bites my ears as he 
brutally fucks my ass with his huge cock. God help me I 
love it so....

He has fucked me on his massive platform bed, and now I 
feel the overwhelming sexual pain/pleasure of my colon 
stretched to the limit by his monster dildos as I hold 
my knees against my corseted breasts. He slowly forces 
each of the giants in and then suddenly violates me with 
a thrust of an ICBD and I come into his hands...He licks 
my sperm from his hands and smears my mouth with my own 
cum....

I am being sucked by the Prof while astride his massive 
chest. He is gagging on my rigid cock but keeps a 
perfect sucking rhythm. I look over my shoulder and see 
pearly white ejaculate cover his jerking fingers....

I am platinum blonde in white stockings and heels. He 
unrolls a "gold coin" onto me, and then I fuck him face 
to face. I marvel at his tiny asshole and wonder how he 
could ever accommodate his own huge vinyl intromitters. 
He keeps his eyes closed and gasps as he feels my 
stiffness fill his rectum. Later I teach him the true 
meaning of the word as I "deep throat" him as he dangles 
his head backward off the sofa....

The Prof roughly spanks me, then raises my legs onto his 
broad shoulders and inserts his large fingers into my 
hungry anus and finds my prostate which folds and then 
cramps, sending a flood of cum into his hot sucking 
mouth. I lose my mind as his tongue lavishes itself, and 
I shriek and scream in orgasm over and over into my 
drool soaked panties....)

*

I awoke with a start as the phone began ringing. My 
penis was as hard as it could get against the tourniquet 
tightness of my gaffe, and I could feel wetness from 
heavy emission of dream-cum. Disoriented, I pushed the 
speakerphone button. It was S. "Daphne, you're going to 
need $15,000 in cash. Is that a problem?"
I snapped back into reality fast at the mention of that 
kind of dough.

"Darling, I'm willing to spend whatever it takes to get 
him back, but couldn't we get it a little cheaper?"

"Not if you want it done fast. $5,000 is the fee and the 
rest is to get the job done."

"I thought I said no lawyers..."

"It's not an attorney fee. My husband has used her 
several times for corporate dirty business and so have 
several of my friends."

"Well what is she then?" I tried not to sound irritable.

"Daphne, she is a Facilitator."

That said it all. I had heard endless speeches from the 
Prof about the existence of the facilitators and about 
how important they were in modern life. He even fancied 
himself a bit of one in certain 'pediatricus sexualis' 
settings. With the Prof's b.s. you never knew, but S 
seemed to be confirming one of his cherished beliefs. 
"Oh" was all I could say.

"When can you get that much cash?"

"It'll just about break me, but I have it on me."

S gave me a phone number (a private number, she said) 
and told me to use her name. I rang off and dialed the 
number. After three rings a voice answered, "Yes?"

Throaty, resonant contralto, North Coast accent?

I used S's name and said I would meet the terms.

"Come at once to my office. 2304 Union, between Fillmore 
and Steiner.
Suite 200. There is no sign."

"Wait. I don't even know your name."

"It is perhaps best that you don't. Our friend has 
assured me that you are a sophisticated person. She has 
given me the details of what you want done, and it is 
well within the capabilities of my organization. After 
we meet you will be under no obligation--only if you 
approve will we go forward."

"May I bring my...niece...along with me?"

I didn't want Jamie "home alone" under the 
circumstances.

"By all means. I'm sure she is a delightful girl. But we 
may have to exclude her from our confidential 
discussions, you understand of course." The voice had 
warmed a little but there was an edge, almost a 
hungering overtone....

*

An hour later I paid the cab, and Jamie and I walked up 
to the office on fashionable, upscale Union Street. I 
pressed the ringer and moments later the electric door 
buzzed open. We entered the reception area and were 
greeted by a young woman who told us we were expected 
and to take a seat in the luxurious waiting room. We did 
and she excused herself and left the room. Good-looking 
strawberry blonde with a small nose ring. I got a good 
look at her legs and arms in the sleeveless mini, and I 
noticed Jamie eyeing her as well. Already sizing up the 
competition....

Jamie looked so beautiful I really thought there was no 
comparison. The short blond curls were perfect with the 
black front zippered miniskirt and 3/4 length black 
buttoned blouse with a flip collar. One of my black and 
white scarves was around her neck. The silky white 
stockings made a nice contrast, and her stylish black 
leather flats were a fashion statement all by 
themselves. (Where have I seen this look before?)

Her eyes were nicely made up in blue and a barely muted 
excitement in them made her practically irresistible. (I 
do want the Prof to be the first to fuck her, but I 
won't be able to control myself much longer....)

"She will see you now Miss."

I told Jamie to stay put and followed the receptionist. 
The large office said "CEO" all the way. A beautifully 
dressed woman came around the desk and extended her hand 
to me. I made eye contact and my tranny radar went off 
the scale!

In a fraction of a second her eyes told me that she knew 
that I knew. As I grasped her hand, I sussed her at a 
glance: late 30's, 5' 10," l30, salt'n'pepper brunette, 
shoulder length (her own?), piercing green eyes, liquid 
foundation over a very faint shaving outline, pink 
lipgloss and matching rouge and eye makeup. The dress 
was either Armani or Mizrahi, and tightly hugged her 
silhouette (24" waist?), and ended a good 6" above her 
knees, creating a gam show that must've been killing 
them at The Trannyshack and other discos for years. 
Passable and then some, for sure. She towered over me in 
3" pumps, and I was both intimidated and turned on 
simultaneously.

I thought I detected a spark of interest as she scoped 
me too, especially when her detector picked up my small 
waist, big breasts, and slim legs. She let our handshake 
linger a moment longer than necessary, to give each of 
us a chance to check out the other's nails, bone 
structure and skin tone.

Educated guess: tummy tuck, lid and facelift, rib 
removal, mild breast augmentation, hormones, hair 
transplants and vocal cord surgery. This person was 
serious about it and had been for years. Either it 
wasn't there or she had an even better gaffe than I did, 
thus posing the obvious question--tv or post-op?

"Our mutual friend had many nice... may I say 
intriguing... things to say about you Miss Bishop." (Oh 
I do so like a direct approach...)

"And likewise about you, Miss... how do you prefer to be 
called?"

She gestured toward the leather exec sofa along one 
wall, and we sat down. I noted that she sat closer to me 
than I to her. Each of our short skirts were riding up 
high enough to see little peeks of panties. (Omigod hers 
are ruffled!)

"Actually my staff and most of my clients call me 
Mistress, but I realize that you might be uncomfortable 
with the connotation many people attach to that term."

"I'm never uncomfortable if there is a factual basis for 
something, even a name."

She chuckled and put her hand on my knee. "Oh Miss 
Bishop, you are charming indeed. How cleverly expressed! 
If I deny a factual basis, then you call my credibility 
into question, and if I affirm, then you discover 
something you want to know about me, but which I may be 
reluctant to put to you directly." (Something like that, 
yes...)

I delicately placed my hand over hers and moved it along 
the inside of my thigh. "There is a basis, isn't 
there?," I asked quietly.

She regarded me for a few seconds before answering. "In 
point of fact, there is. Most facilitators are sexual 
dominants, and I am no exception. From what I have 
learned about your Professor, he would seem no different 
in that respect. But surely you came to me for business 
reasons, and we shouldn't mix these things."

I shifted toward her until our faces were only inches 
apart. Her hand was now on my gaffe and she could feel 
my load. Her eyes widened and her lips parted.

"I don't see why not" I whispered, looking at her lips, 
which had begun to tremble slightly. She inclined her 
head until I could feel her breath on my lips.

"I..I..." she stammered.

"It's all right, darling," I said as our lips touched, 
"I'm a Facilitator too."

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(Editor's note: The next entry was written by the Prof.)

It ended as fast as it had begun. I had been in my cell, 
wired up to the penile transducer, waiting for my daily 
dose of man/dog/alien imagery to appear on the 
"invisible" monitor, when my captors suddenly forced me 
through underground corridors, onto a Coast Guard 
speedboat, bee-lined across the Bay, and unceremoniously 
dumped me on a pier below the Presidio. Two "Men in 
Black" got out of a sedan and approached me.

"Jesus, what a mess," said the taller one. His face was 
cratered with pocks just like the Cancer Man on X-Files. 
"Get him cleaned up."

I had to give them credit in the clean-up department. In 
one of the Army's abandoned BOQ buildings, I was 
everything but 'screwed, blewed and tattooed'-- shaved, 
showered, shampooed, even enema'd with a SureShot! New 
clean clothes...Milspec drop boots and fatigues, Semper 
Fi t-shirt, and a cool 82nd Airborne Ranger camouflage 
jacket with even cooler insignia--paintballs and Save-
the-Whales.

Cancer Man couldn't resist one final sadistic touch. 
Back in the car, he put the business end of his .357 
Magnum in my mouth and said, "It would greatly 
disappoint the Director for you to talk about where 
you've been. Know what I mean Vern?"

Never one to ignore the main chance, I calmly deep-
throated his gun barrel while looking him right in the 
eye. "You sick son of a bitch," he said as he slowly 
pulled it out of my mouth. I just smiled at him.

Late afternoon shadows were falling across the Presidio 
and fog caressed the Bridge as we drove east on Lombard 
toward Fort Mason. Official tight-asses that they were, 
they blipped their siren and blue "nipple" to make their 
way through heavy southbound traffic up into Pacific 
Heights. I didn't notice which side street they turned 
on, but suddenly they skidded to a 'television cop' stop 
in front of a small luxury apartment building.

Cancer Man shoved me out and said, "Must be your lucky 
day, pal. Try #2... or you can go back to Angel with us 
for a real good time!"

I just grabbed my crotch obscenely and they squealed 
away, laughing and fishtailing down the steep 
residential street.

I had a decision to make--try what was upstairs or 
hightail it down to the corner and catch the next Muni 
to wherever. Since the birthmother incident my mind 
wasn't quite as fast as it used to be (or could it be 
twenty years of poppers?), but I realized that I had 
probably been rescued by whoever or whatever was inside. 
I hit the buzzer and moments later the door released. 
There was one flight of carpeted stairs. I had the 
curious sensation of being there before, but I knew I 
hadn't. Maybe in some other life....

The door opened and I went through that apartment 
entrance and into the loving arms of Daphne! I felt her 
luscious body, soft breasts, tiny corseted waist and 
firm hips under my fingers. Her hands were on the back 
of my neck and forced my mouth down onto hers. I could 
taste her lipstick and smell her makeup and 
perfume...she sucked my tongue as far in as she could 
take it and moaned with pleasure. It was as if we had 
never kissed before!

She held me tightly and put her head against my chest. 
She babbled happily. "Oh darling it's been so 
long...I've missed you so...Oh god it feels good to hold 
you." She softly grasped my swollen cock and balls 
through the fatigues, and I suddenly realized how horny 
I had become.

(There had been a lot of genital torture on Angel, but 
to cum was of course verboten)

While she hugged me and carried on in her sweet tranny 
way, I looked over her head and was stunned by what I 
saw. The entire north wall of the apartment was glass, 
affording the most spectacular view of the Bridge and 
West Bay I had ever seen.

A large deck was just outside, and I saw two women 
kissing in a passionate embrace with the smaller one's 
legs around the other's waist. It was quite a sight.

We all finally released our partners, and the two women 
came back into the living room as if on signal. One was 
very young and petite, and the other was more my age and 
almost six feet tall in her high heels. They sat on the 
sofa by the fireplace. Their skirts were unbelievably 
short.

Daphne took me by the hand and led me around to the 
saddle leather chair facing the sofa, then demurely sat 
on my lap with one arm around my shoulders.

"Jamie, please fix the Professor a drink, as I'm certain 
he could use one," Daphne told the young girl. "You know 
he likes his Absolut Citron straight, no chaser." 
(Jamie? Knows how I like my drink?)

The girl said, "Yes Ma'am," and looked me full in the 
face and smiled as she got up. (Oh Daphne you didn't!!)

I grinned back and asked, "How are my dogs doing without 
me, Jamie?"
I felt Daphne's body relax imperceptibly, and the girl 
said "I'm sure they'll be happy to see their Master 
again." I watched her slim hips move under the 
miniskirt. I was suddenly very happy.

"Ron, let me introduce you to a special person. Our 
mutual friend told me she could help get you back and 
here you are!"

I shifted my attention and kissed the extended hand 
gently and looked up into the eyes of a beautiful... how 
did Daphne say it? ... man who enjoyed being a woman?

I said "Madame, I am your eternal servant. Thank you 
three bags full and more. My undying optimal gratitude 
is yours."

She smiled graciously, and spoke in a woman's voice, 
"How gallantly and elegantly stated! I assure you, it 
has been a pleasure to have been of some small service 
in the matter." Looking at Daphne, she continued, "You 
will never know, however, just how much your 
extraordinary Miss D contributed to the ultimate 
result."

Daphne blushed at this remark, murmured a thank you, and 
moved over to the sofa and sat beside our new friend. 
Rather pointedly, she put one hand on the woman's silky 
thigh, looked at me and licked her lips.

I smiled magnanimously. "Yes, she is a bit of a special 
angel, isn't she? And so full of surprises..."

Jamie returned with my drink, handed it to me and stood 
there not quite knowing where to sit.

Daphne said, "You have my permission to sit on his lap, 
Jamie."

Her tiny body felt almost like a Real Doll. She put one 
arm around my shoulders, and I felt her lightly kiss my 
forehead. "I'm ever so glad you've come back to us," she 
whispered in my ear. I whispered back, "The last time I 
saw you, you were a boy, and now look at you!"

We both giggled at that, and I squeezed one of her 
breasts affectionately. She kissed my lips but only for 
a moment. (Flirting and teasing....)

Daphne had seen enough. "Ron, we need to talk about 
tonight."

I said okay, as she shifted one of her heels and twined 
it between her girlfriend's ankles. (Daphne always did 
love to touch me with her stockinged feet...)

"I'm afraid the Mistress and I have quite a bit of 
unfinished business at her office concerning your 
return. I may have to stay overnight. We think you and 
Jamie should stay here tonight before we return to your 
estate. Fortunately, this apartment has two bedrooms so 
you can have separate sleeping quarters."
Jamie whispered "No" in my ear. Cripes!

"The kitchen is well stocked and there is plenty of 
liquor and wine," Daphne continued. "A few of your 
special pharmaceuticals are in a kit I left in the 
master bedroom. I will explain everything tomorrow... 
that is, I mean, if these arrangements are 
satisfactory."

"Most excellent plan," I demurred.

Jamie slipped her other hand down the back of my 
fatigues and felt the edge of my ruffled panties. It was 
her turn to be surprised, and her girlish face couldn't 
control her amazement and then amusement.

Daphne and the Mistress rose to leave, and embraces and 
meaningful looks were exchanged by all of us.

I whispered, "Thank you darling...for everything," in 
Daphne's ear as I escorted her to the door. She went 
down the stairs holding hands with the Mistress, and I 
could hear them kissing passionately in the foyer.

Jamie and I went outside on the deck. It was dusk and 
twinkling lights from Sausalito could be seen as well as 
northbound traffic into Marin through the tunnel. The 
Bridge towers were in fog and to the east Alcatraz's 
searchlight swept rhythmically. I stood at the rail and 
felt the warm depth charge of the Absolut.

The incomparable view, the unexpected freedom, the girl, 
the situation--all so surreal....

Jamie pressed herself against my back, and her arms 
encircled my waist. I knew it would be best to wait for 
her to speak first.

"Would you like to have sex with me?"

"Have you already had sex with Miss D?" I tenderly 
replied.

She held me a little tighter and said "Yes, sir. We had 
sex after Miss D dressed me for the first time."

I turned and put my arms around her and said, "Maybe you 
ought to tell me about everything that has happened from 
the beginning. Remember that all I really know about you 
is that you're the boy who brought my lost dog home 
several weeks ago."

We went back into the warm apartment and sat on the 
sofa. Jamie kicked off her flats, put her back against 
the armrest and put her stockinged feet on my lap. 
(She's been with Daphne all right...)

I stroked her calves and feet as she told me her story.

It seems Jamie is an orphan who lives next door at the 
Catholic Home. He knows a lot about the sex shack and 
had watched from outside, but never gone in. He had been 
having cross-dressing fantasies, and then saw Daphne and 
his imagination was inflamed. She caught him window 
peeking and made him tell her why. Far from being upset, 
Daphne encouraged his fantasies and said she could do 
something about them.

Jamie had his doubts but within days the priests had 
sent him to my house for a week under her supervision! 
He told of finding all the pretty new clothes in his 
room and of his growing love for "Miss D." He told about 
the dressing room, the Little Sam and Daphne's 
explanation of it, and how it felt to see himself as a 
"real girl" for the first time in his life.....

"That's when we started having sex...I got excited and 
made her suck my penis until I came in her mouth. We did 
that several more times that night until I just couldn't 
get hard anymore but she sucked my soft penis for a long 
time anyway. Oooh, I'm getting hard just thinking about 
it!"

He crossed his legs, and I moved my hand above his knee.

"Was there any other sex between you?," I gently 
inquired.

"No, other than kissing and sleeping in the same bed. 
This morning she took me to your E-room, though."

"Oh, what happened there?"

He blushed and said, "She fingered my hole until I got 
used to it and relaxed it enough to feel good, actually. 
Then she gave me enemas for over an hour!" (God, what a 
sight!)

We went to the Mistress's office, and then we came here 
and waited for you. Miss D was very excited about having 
you come back home. I think she loves you, you know."

"And you love her, don't you Jamie?"

He dropped his eyes coquettishly. "Oh Yes, she is 
everything to me!"

"Have you talked with her about having sex with me?"

"Yes."

"What did she say?"

"Miss D said that if I had sex with you, I would never 
regret it. She said you are a wonderful man, and that I 
can trust you to be considerate and not to hurt me. She 
told me that you believe in rules and limits and how to 
do things safely. She said I should let you put your... 
you know...your penis in me and let you teach me about 
how good it can feel. She said I should do that to you, 
if you wanted me to. She said I should suck your penis 
because she says it is a thrill to suck it."

(Bless you Miss D!!)

"And what do you think now, Jamie?"

He paused for a few moments, and then moved forward onto 
my lap and wrapped his legs around my waist and his arms 
around my neck. We were face-to-face.

"I think you are a big, sweet affectionate man who loves 
Miss D just like I do."

He kissed me and I tasted his small mouth. Daphne had 
taught him a few things about kissing, but he still had 
a lot to learn. My heart began to pound. He pulled an 
inch or two away and said "And if we both love her, then 
we can love each other, right?"

He put his lips against mine as I whispered, " Yes, 
Jamie," and I frenched the exquisite young man until he 
too was moaning with pleasure.

"Let's make love now," he whispered in my ear.

I whispered back "Jamie I have a special request" and he 
asked what is it, and I told him that he was a beautiful 
girl and a very special girl and adorable and sexy, but 
that I wanted him to be just as I had first met him, 
just a lonely orphan who needed a special man to love 
him in the way that only special men can give love, and 
would he grant my special request? (It all came out in a 
rush...)

Clearly in command, he smiled and said, "I'll give you 
that when we go to bed but first..." On his knees, he 
slowly unzipped my trousers and pulled my erect penis 
out of my panties. I was already cumming.

He grasped the base with one hand, brought the tip to 
his lips, looked up at me and asked, "Is this the way to 
do it?"

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(This entry dictated by Jamie to DB)
When we finally got back to the Professor's estate, Miss 
D insisted that I tell her my memory of that night with 
him, and she would make it like a diary....

*
It was a little scary when Miss D left with the 
Mistress. I kinda knew they all wanted me to spend the 
night with him but suddenly there I was alone with a 
real man for the first time. Not that Miss D isn't a 
real man, you understand, but after all, she is a bit of 
a drag queen, now isn't she?

I guess I looked like a drag queen too, come to think of 
it. We all did, in fact, except the Professor. He looked 
more like Private Ryan!

He was different somehow than I remembered him to be, 
but I knew right away that I really liked him when he 
squeezed my breast in front of Miss D. I could tell it 
made her jealous and that he had did (sic) it on purpose 
just to provoke her, and to show me he wasn't "under her 
spell" like I sure was.

How was he different? Well, keep in mind that I had only 
met him once before when I took his dog back to him. I 
remember him making a big commotion about getting the 
dog back. He petted and kissed the dog's face and got 
down on the ground with it and rolled around, kind of 
wrestling, and I could almost swear he touched the dog's 
dick a little but I couldn't be sure. He got up and gave 
me a bear hug, and he smelled really doggy but he 
must've liked that ok, 'cause he even licked his hands a 
little and sniffed 'em too.

I guess he really did love that dog!

Father O'Reilly was watching from the fence, so the 
Professor slipped me a $10 bill and sent me back. He 
took the dog into the house, and that's the last I saw 
of him until he came to the Mistress's apartment.

The look on his face was priceless when he realized I 
was now Jamie 'the girl', but I've gotta admit he was 
awesomely cool about it. I could see what Miss D meant 
about him being affectionate when I sat on his lap and 
flirted with him and he giggled and flirted back. And oh 
my, those ruffled panties of his!

Anyway as I was saying, at first it felt strange to be 
alone with him. Part of it was that everything was 
happening so fast–it was only two days ago that I 
had left the orphanage. Since then I had been dressed as 
a girl, been sucked off all night by Miss D, and fallen 
head over heels in love with her....

Now I was in a beautiful apartment alone with a really 
sexy man, with a whole night to spend together!

My nervousness gently eased away as I told him my life 
story on the sofa. He touched my feet and legs while we 
talked. I didn't know it at the time, but he was 
facilitating me (a big word for 'helping to decide') 
until I overcame my natural reluctance (what little 
there was) and started making out with him.

I got on his lap, and we started kissing. The Professor 
was the best kisser ever! We both started getting really 
turned on, when he did the dearest thing and asked me to 
change from girl back to boy again. I realized that this 
was somehow important to him-and for reasons I still 
don't completely understand, I agreed to do it when we 
went to bed, but I really wanted to please him (and my 
teacher Miss D) with something else first.

In seconds I was on my knees between his legs. He moaned 
as I pulled his fat stiff penis out of his panties. His 
balls were so big! Cum was oozing out of the slit and I 
put my tongue on it and asked him if I was doing it the 
way he liked, and he whispered, "Yes darling."

His warm soft meat melted in my mouth as I slid my lips 
over it...it tasted clean and had a manly smell to it. 
His cock was so fat I had to really stretch my mouth, 
but after a little while my nose was all the way down 
into his balls and I started gagging on the gigantic 
size of him.

I began sucking hard, and he started gasping for breath! 
He pulled me up on the sofa, sort of flipped my body 
around over his, and the next thing I knew we were 
sucking each other 69-style.

I forgot all about Miss D as The Professor taught me 
everything there is to know about sucking a penis!

Things get a little blurry at this point. I remember 
that he carried me back to a large bedroom and put me 
down on all fours on the bed. I heard him stripping off 
all his clothes.

He... and I... both were in some kind of heat... he 
began licking my anus and moaning...

I felt his tongue go into my rectum...indescribable 
sensation... my penis stiffened all the way... his 
middle finger stretched my asshole.... I felt his cock 
press into it!

"If it hurts too much, tell me, okay?"

I nodded, face pressed into a pillow and biting the 
edge.

Too big, too big.... too big.... TOO BIG!

Burning, splitting pain.... he stopped and licked it 
again.... then more splitting pain!

More licking.... more splitting.... UHHHHHHHHH!

Miss D, are you sure you want to know what happened 
next?

END OF PART SIX

Author's note: Nobody in their right mind could possibly 
condone most of the unsafe, unprotected, and perverted 
sexual activities described herein. DB

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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