The Transformation of Paul Ch. 04
Keywords: of, Ch., Paul, The, Transformation, 04,
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After dinner I went back upstairs to get myself ready to meet Charles. I slipped off my silk robe and stood in front of the full-length mirror. First I adjusted the seams on my black stockings and then I straightened the suspenders and tightened them so that the tops of each stocking came exactly to the same height on my slim thighs.
My cock seemed to have been oozing precum forever and tonight was no exception. I reached for a tissue and pushing my panties down, I carefully cleaned it away from my still beautifully smooth shaft and pubic mound. My balls too needed a little bit of attention and in the end I decided to go to the bathroom and wash. I took my panties off and took them with me. After I had properly cleaned myself, I rinsed the transparent panel at the front of the panties and dried them using the hairdryer.
Next, I lifted my bra cups and examined my nipples. An afternoon of being sucked by Gerald's little machine and then pinched around the base by the rubber training rings had left them hugely extended. I rolled the transparent ring off each in turn and watched as my nipples throbbed back into life. They felt good and sexy and I knew that Gerald was going to love sucking on them some more. I slipped the cups back over and settled the straps of my bra so that everything was straight.
Standing in front of the mirror again, I slipped my panties back on and for a moment or two, I stood there fondling my body through the satin. My cock was more than slightly hard and was resting heavily against the front of my panties. It needed some attention and I was almost tempted to give myself a quick hand job. Instead, I rebrushed my hair and reapplied my lipstick.
Even if I say so myself, the image looking back at me from the mirror was incredibly horny. Every nerve ending in my body was in an overdrive of anticipation. I looked like a tart, felt like a tart and wanted to be used like a tart. I could already imagine a thick cock thrusting between my red glossy lips and a stream of hot semen sliding down my throat. My rear hole was contracting involuntarily at the prospect of being filled by a hard male member and my hands wanted to feel flesh and hard cocks and stiff nipples. My excitement was almost palpable and I was aware that I could feel my heart beating against my chest wall.
My final preparation was to reach into the bedside drawer and take out the lubricant. I dropped my panties again and bent over. I dug a couple of fingers into the cool gel and reaching back with one hand, I used my fingers to spread my ass cheeks as far apart as I could. I put my other hand back and applied the lube to my pucker. Even this act drove me to further heights of horniness and I deliberately took my time as I worked first one and then another of my fingers through the barrier of my sphincter. I scooped up a little more lube and worked as much as possible into my rectum.
The sound of the doorbell brought my self-abuse to a halt and taking a tissue, I cleaned all traces of gel from my crack. I pulled my panties back up and slipped my robe on again. Making a final check in the mirror, I set off to meet Charles.
Although I had quickly got used to balancing on my high heels, I didn't trust myself to go down the stairs in them and I slipped them off before padding down in my stockinged feet. I paused outside the sitting room and eased my feet back into them. I could hear voices rising in amused conversation and so taking a long deep breath, I pushed the door open and walked into the room.
Gerald hadn't lied. Charles was indeed a large man. He must have been 6' 2" at least and he towered even over Gerald. A huge shirt of billowing blue silk mostly hid his impressive girth. The sleeves were fastened tightly at each wrist and the shirtfront was half open, revealing a hairless chest. He wore cream linen trousers and what looked like a very expensive pair of loafers. He had gold everywhere. Several chains hung round his neck and he appeared to have ring on every finger.
Thick grey hair swept back from his forehead and fell foppishly over to one side. The ear I could see was pierced with a large gold stud. Caught in mid laughter, his smallish mouth was rimmed by thick, moist, rubbery looking lips that protruded from under a bulbous nose. Between his lips, I glimpsed white teeth and yet another chunk of gold set as a crown at the front of his mouth. Heavy jowls flopped down over a double if not triple chin but what grabbed my attention immediately as he turned towards me, were his eyes.
Romantic novelists would have us believe that people have "eyes like deep pools of liquid this substance or that substance". Needless to say I had never seen eyes like that nor "felt myself drowning in his or her gaze". Meeting Charles changed all that. His eyes were blue, a deep clear blue. They reminded me of the cornflowers we had been made to wear in the buttonholes of our school blazers on Speech Day. They were startling, instantly mesmerising and totally attractive. His grey eyebrows had been plucked to near invisibility and with a shock, I realised that his eyelashes were heavily coated with mascara.
Both men had stopped talking and were standing looking at me. Gerald was the first to react.
He introduced us formally.
"Charles, allow me to introduce Paul. Paul, meet Charles".
Charles stared at me.
"Well?" asked Gerald looking at him.
Charles raised both hands to his face and pressed his fingertips to his cheeks.
"Oh my God, Gerry, where ever did you find her. She's absolutely gorgeous!"
His voice was pure Oxford but high pitched and effeminate. It had a singsong quality about it and he overstressed each syllable in an almost comic theatrical way.
He started across the room towards me. For someone of his size, he was surprisingly light on his feet and defying all logic, actually managed to "mince" in my direction. Up close he seemed even bigger and as he loomed over me I felt small and vulnerable and very, very feminine. I looked at Gerald and he gazed back fondly at me, treating me to that certain smile of his. I felt just like his little girl, his prize even and I knew that I would do whatever he asked of me. I could see the pleasure in his face as his friend of many years stood in front of me, his fingers still pressed into his cheeks and his mouth open in an expression of pure delight.
"Show Charles what you're wearing," Gerald said.
I undid the red silk belt and stood with my legs slightly apart. I parted the robe with my fingers and sweeping the material back, planted my hands on my hips.
"Oh my God...Oh my God". Charles was practically drooling. "She's perfect Gerry. Look at those legs. Oh my goodness... that cute little belly button...and what a cock she's got. Oh Gerry, it's too much, just too much".
He moved his gaze up to my tits.
"The nipples!" he exclaimed. "Look at them, just look at them. Exquisite, truly, truly exquisite".
He reached a podgy hand towards me and with infinite softness, caressed my cheek. I noticed that his immaculately manicured fingernails were coated in clear nail polish. He let his hand travel down my neck and over one of my tits. My nipple immediately hardened and he spent a moment lightly brushing his fingers over it.
"Oh, God," he muttered again. "So lovely...."
He felt down over my stomach and traced the outline of my cock for a moment before taking my erection into his hand and squeezing it through the material of my panties.
"Ooh, big in all the right places as well," he cooed.
He continued to stroke down to my thighs and then back up again, his hand sliding over the satin until he was cupping one of my ass cheeks.
"Oh Gerry," he said, "You will let me fuck her, wont you?"
"That's up to Paul," he said.
Charles let go of me and stood back.
"Paul? Paul? You can't possibly call her Paul. I think we should call her Paula".
I liked the sound of that and looked at Gerald for his reaction. He raised his eyebrows questioningly at me.
"Mmm, I'd like that," I said.
"Like what? " said Charles solicitously. "Like be called Paula or," he added leaning down so that his lips were right by my ear, "like me to fuck you?"
I turned and looked up at him. Despite his size and his effeminate ways, there was something very charismatic about him. He was like a big teddy bear, soft and comforting and I could imagine being snuggled into his arms. And then there were those eyes!
"Both," I said.
Gerald looked at me with a mixture of lust and pride.
"Let's go upstairs," he said.
I kicked off my shoes and then removed my bra and panties. Leaving my stockings and suspenders on I climbed into the middle of the bed and watched the other two undress. I loved Gerald's body. It was slim and toned without being muscular and his long legs were complimented by tight buttocks. His half hard cock swayed gently above heavy testicles and I felt my own length harden with anticipation of the pleasure I knew he was going to give me. His kindly face gave no clue to his passionate nature and nothing about him suggested that he was gay. He was an enigma, my enigma and as I watched him shed his clothes, I felt a rush of affection for him.
Charles had taken off his shoes and his trousers and was struggling with the cuffs on his shirt. His stomach bulged out where the front had been unbuttoned but instead of falling in the thick rolls of fat I had expected, it appeared to be solid. Freeing his arms at last, Charles shrugged the shirt off. I had forgotten all about Gerald's suggestion that I "should see Charles' tits" and momentarily I was completely stunned. Each of Charles' nipples must have been over an inch long and at least as fat as the end of my thumb. Heavy gold rings stretched them down his hairless chest. He saw me looking.
"Aren't big nipples so divine? You wouldn't believe how much work I've put into these," he said, pulling on the rings. "Of course the very best way to stretch them is by having them sucked, as often as possible, he giggled.
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Keywords: of, Ch., Paul, The, Transformation, 04,