1. The Chain: Link 5a


    Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    his gender. Turning, Sam bent forward a little and, looking over his shoulder, patted his own bum. Really he needed shoes to set things off, he thought, but he knew from experience that there was no way he could get either Melinda’s or his mum’s shoes on. Facing the mirror he cupped the bags of flour and thought that a bit of make-up might dampen the obvious masculinity of his face. Melinda had tons of make-up he could try, but he hesitated. On the odd occasion when he’d experimented in the past, the result hadn’t been great. Besides, there was the issue of washing it off if he decided to go the party later, about which he was still undecided. He left Melinda’s room and returned to his own, flicking on the computer for it to boot up. He liked to go on-line and chat as Samantha. It wasn’t the most inventive alias in the world, but that way, if he inadvertently called himself Sam, no-one was any the wiser. As Samantha he ran a strict no-camming policy, and refused to chat with men about what he wanted to do with them – after all, it wasn’t like he was gay, was it? But he liked to get into character as Samantha and invent exploits she’d been involved in. That was fun. Samantha was a very naughty girl. The dykes were the best, though. They were really good. There was one especially, who called herself Lolly, who had incredible ideas, writing that she wanted to shove her fist up Samantha’s arse and piss in her mouth. Sam felt that was a bit much, even for the ultra kinky ...
    Samantha, but he played along. Lolly was great fun. Before settling down, he decided to do a tour of the house, as Samantha, just to get into character. He ran his hands down his legs again, acutely aware of the way the nylon was clinging to them. He loved the feeling, his cock straining as his eyes once again fell on the strange note from the anonymous sender. It occurred to him that Samantha was the kind of girl who wouldn’t think twice about kissing that stupid figure, wherever it was. She probably thought there was some truth in it. Certainly the promise of fulfilling her deepest sexual desire would appeal to her, even if there was hardly anything she hadn’t tried. A minute or so of rummaging later, he’d found the original padded envelope, extracted the cheap figurine, kissed it, recited the incantation, and placed the figure next to his computer. He went downstairs, pouring himself a drink in the kitchen, then walked through to the lounge, sitting in an armchair, stroking his legs while he tried to think what Samantha had been up to lately. It had to be something kinky, a little bit out of the ordinary. After all, Samantha was that kind of girl. For some reason he decided eventually that she’d been out flashing. The idea appealed to him. Maybe she’d even been out walking with a dildo stuffed up her twat. That would be fun. Not the most daring thing Samantha had ever done by any means, but amusing enough. He went back upstairs, now throbbing with expectation. There was nothing at ...
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