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From: Edwin Gay <gaye@delphi.com>
Subject: TG: The Seduction of Don
Date: Tue, 17 Jan 95 20:23:49 -0500

			 The Seduction of Don

	Don drove from National airport in the rental car. Not having
been to D.C. in some time, he was somewhat worried about getting lost.
This was particularly true in that he was not going to the convention
site in the city, but to a very special meeting in Laurel, Maryland.

	After about an hour of driving and a couple of wrong turns, he
saw the house number he was looking for and pulled in the driveway. He
got his suit bag out of the trunk and walked up to the front door. But
before he knocked he took a couple of deep breaths. While he had seen
photos of her, he wondered if she would be as beautiful as she
appeared to be on film. And if she was, would she find him attractive
enough to take those special steps into womanhood she had talked
about.

	Marshaling his courage he knocked. The latch on the door
turned and it opened. There she was. If he had not had the shoulder
strap on, he would have dropped his bag. She was that beautiful. The
first thing he noticed was her hair. A full thick mass of reddish
brown hair, the sides were pulled back into a luxurious ponytail. A
big black satin bow was added over the clip. It was at once innocent
and elegant.

	Don's eyes traced their way down her form as if they were led
by a map. Her big, schoolgirl eyes were colored on their lids in a way
that most coeds didn't dream of. Her long, long lashes set her eyes
into a permanent seductive droop. Her cheek bones were high and shaded
to enhance their contours. Her lips were lined and creamy. The shine
was perfect.

	She was dressed in a full, fuzzy sweater that somehow showed
off her curves. Her full breasts made their presence felt through the
thick material. She had on a black, leather skirt that was a stark but
sensual contrast to the softness of the sweater. The skirt was worn to
show off her obviously long, shapely legs. Spiked heeled, black pumps
caused her legs to look tapered while they shaped her calves and push
her tush outward.

	As I stood there in awe, without the capacity for active
thought, she smiled. At that point I knew my worries were unfounded.

	"Come in, dear," she said, in a soft, deeply seductive voice.
Her long nailed hand reached out for mine and closed around it. I set
my bag by the door and she took my coat and hung it up. I was glad for
the opportunity to see her from behind. Her full behind swayed
smoothly as she walked. Her long full hair bounced in a way that would
have been cute if it weren't so sexy. Her legs looked longer and more
shapely from behind. At the closet, she pivoted on her stiletto heels
and faced me. A smile again showed the fullness of her lips. But this
time it was not the warm greeting as before. This was a wicked, wanton
smile of a tigress looking at her next meal.

	"You haven't told me what you think." She purred as she put
her hands on her hips, cocked them to one side to show off, and thrust
out her full breasts.

	"My God, you're more beautiful than I could have imagined," I
replied breathlessly.

	"Then show me what you think." She beckoned to me with her
long nailed hands and full pouting lips. I practically fell across the
room and into her embrace. We melted into each other's arms. I could
feel her lush breasts pressing against my chest. I slid my hands
around her little waist and held her close. I ground my rock hard
erection into her thing and was rewarded by the firmness in her skirt
that I desired. I wrapped my hands around her leather-clad ass and
squeezed her soft bottom as I pulled her closer to me.

	She reached up to my neck and traced her nails across my skin
as she enclosed my face in her firm grip. As she got closer I could
smell her perfume, and felt it add to the passion that was building. I
leaned into her to kiss those full lips, but she avoided my kiss.

	"Ohhhh don't spoil the look yet baby." She smiled as she knew
what she was doing to me. To be so close to the mouth that has been
calling to me for so long and not to be able to kiss it was torture.
But that is what she had in mind all along. She opened her mouth and I
pressed for a kiss again. Instead she bit my lower lip and firmly held
it in her teeth.

	"When you are ready lover," she teased. We broke our hug and
she led me to the couch. I sat first and she perched her soft bottom
on my lap. She had to reposition a couple of times to get my hardon
positioned so that it was in a spot that she could use her ass to
further arouse it but also so that it was not painful. She kept moving
her hips so that I continually was stimulated. The softness of her ass
encased firmly in leather was exquisite.

	As she sat with her face above me and out of kissing range I
explored her body again. I reached out and cupped her marvelous breast
in my hand. It was perky and warm. The nipple was erect and I fondled
all of it tweaking her nipple as I did so. I got in a position to feel
the other one and raised my own levels of excitement as I kneaded
those full fleshy globes.

	She licked her lips in appreciation of the arousal that was
emanating from her breasts. She unbuttoned my shirt and reached into
it to fondle my chest and nipples in return. Her kneading and teasing
my nipples with her nails was causing me to get erect also. We
continued to play this game of mutually copping feels of each other
till our breathing got heavy enough to evidence our arousal.

	My hand dropped to her nylon encased thigh. I ran my fingers
up and down her long leg, feeling the firmness and fullness of her.
She pointed her toe as I reached her foot so that the length and taper
were dramatized. I felt the smoothness of her pump and the spike of
her heel. I moved back up her leg till I got to the top of her nylon.
A little "ohhh" escaped her as I began to feel the softness of her
skin. I moved along the top of her nylon sliding in and out of her
garters with my fingers.

	Emboldened by her cooing, I slid my hand up deeper into her
crotch. There was the object of my explorations. Her maleness was
throbbing as I touched IT. It jumped at my touch. I closed my fingers
around her hot shaft, sliding my hand up till I felt her wetness. I
used her own fluids to lubricate her further. The moistness allowed me
to smoothly stroke her. She moaned with delight as I continued my
massage of her lovely clit. She put her hands on my shoulders and rose
from my lap. As she stood directly in front of me, she slid her nails
under the hem of her skirt and lifted it till the tip of her maleness
was exposed.

	"Show me how much you want me, baby," she breathed, in a husky
voice.

	I took her shaft in my hand and resumed my stroking. I wanted
her to be covered in juice when I went further. One last time I slid
my hand to the bottom of her shaft and held it tight and straight out.
Then I moved my lips to her and kissed the end of her maleness. The
smell of the perfume she had strategically applied to her crotch was
mixed with the muskiness of her pre-cum. I took her into my mouth and
began to suck. I wrapped my lips around her long hard shaft, and
worked her to the back of my mouth. I wanted to have all of her in my
mouth. I got to the base of her shaft and then began to move my head
back and forth.

	As I did so, she ran her fingers through my hair to position
her long nails at the back of my head. With my head firmly in her
grip, she began to fuck my mouth. She spread her legs further so she
could thrust her hips better. I held onto her with one hand. After all
I didn't want her to pop out of my mouth. With the other hand I
caressed her ass cheek. Not content with the softness of it, I moved
further back to her tight crack. I slid my finger along her opening
feeling the blood pounding in it. I pressed the tip of my finger to
her hole, only to be surprised at the wetness of the lubricant.

	I continuing sucking, and she continuing to enthusiastically
fuck my face. I then slid my finger into her. I began to finger fuck
her, feeling for the gland that would make her lose it. I was
obviously having an effect because her moans took on a more urgent
quality. Just as she began to twitch with that oh-so-familiar pre-
cumming motion, she pulled herself out of my mouth. I reached out for
her but she resisted.

	"I want to make you into the little slut you so obviously
are!" she said, with a hint of a sneer in her voice. "Strip, you
little bitch!"

	I complied with great enthusiasm, but was a little self-
conscious about my now throbbing erection. She led me to the boudoir
where she had a cosmetologist-style makeup table with lights and
mirrors everywhere. She sat me on the padded chair in front the mirror
and swiveled it so that I was facing sideways.

	"That's so I can sit here," she said, as she parked her lush
bottom on my lap," and still reach my paints and powders." She looked
at me for a moment appraising the task ahead of her. I felt like a
canvas awaiting the brush strokes of a master (or Mistress, in this
case).

	"Well, I don't have time to waste with these!" she cried, as
she pointedly plucked my eyebrows. I had been thinning them over a
period of time so that the changes were not noticeable, but the effect
was not dramatic enough for her. "If you were Brooke, then you could
get away with these, but you are going to be my doll to dress as I see
fit," she said, as she reached into her makeup case and pulled out a
glue stick. She rubbed it on my eyebrows `til they were covered and
totally smooth. Then she got out the liquid foundation and liberally
applied it to my whole face and neck. I kept my eyes tightly shut
while she was applying it like a coat of paint. She lit a cigarette,
while the base coat dried a bit, and then renewed her efforts with
various powders to cover and blend.

	I could tell that she was covering any possible sight of a
beard, even though I had shaved as closely as possible before I
arrived. She added color to thin my nose, raise my cheekbones, and
sink my cheeks inward. She then turned her attention to my eyes. I saw
her get an eyebrow pencil and could feel her draw a high arching line
that was going to be very dramatic. I was going to be much more of a
doll than would be passable on the street.

	She got out a set of very long, full and dark lashes and a
tube of glue. She applied the glue to the lashes and told me to keep
my eyes open but not to move. She carefully attached the lashes to my
eyes and waited for the glue to dry. She blended them with my own
lashes, using enough mascara to satisfy the needs of the Dallas Cowboy
cheerleaders. When she finished, I could not raise my lids fully. I
knew that I was doomed to have a permanent "fuck me!" look on my face.
She then lined my eyes so that they took on a slant that made me have
an almost oriental appearance. She started on my lids with shades of
green to accent my eye color. Then she accented those shades with a
whitish silvery topping.

	My lips were next, and she was in full concentration here. I
think she wanted them to look as full as her own luscious ones. She
lined them with a dark pencil, and filled them with a bold shade of
creamy red. She added a touch of lighter color to the middle to make
them fuller and more noticeable.

	She then sat back and looked over her work. She touched up a
spot here and there, but seemed quite satisfied in general. She them
reached into a box and pulled out what looked like a flesh skull cap.
She applied glue to my forehead and temples and pressed the cap to the
glue. She had me hold the sides while she pressed down on the front.

	"We won't have time to re-apply each wig I want you to wear,
so this will make the job go faster. Look at the slut you are
becoming," she proclaimed I turned to the mirror and was shocked at my
appearance! Ignoring the hairless male chest and bizarre bald head, I
had a very feminine and fairly pretty face. But I didn't have long to
contemplate my "new" look. She grabbed me by the hand and stood me up.

	"It's shaping time for my party doll," she said, as she pulled
out a white satin corset. She slipped it around my body and I helped
attach the hooks. Then she wrapped the laces in her hands and pulled
hard. I could feel the air being driven out of my lungs by the
constriction on my diaphragm.

	"This is not enough. Come here," she insisted.

	I got on the floor and she kneeled on my back and pulled the
laces straight upward. I thought that I was being cut in half. She
tied off the laced and ordered me to rise. I glanced in the mirror and
saw the now nipped waist of a bald girl in the mirror. My hips did
look a lot more feminine as they seemed to flare from my new waist.
She then slipped a padded push-up bra onto my chest. "Gee, this is
kind of tight," I commented.

	"As it needs to be for you girls with little development. If
you went through the hormones and breast pump treatments like I did,
you might not need this," she said. She then inserted pads into each
cup and manipulated my flesh up and in so that I had some cleavage to
my chest. She then attached a white garter belt, and had me sit and
roll a pair of virginal white lace stockings up my legs, and attach
them to the garters. A pair of very high heeled white pumps set off my
legs beautifully. She then handed me a pair of shoulder length lace
gloves that had open fingers, and I put them on.

	"We can't have any impediments to you using your hands, or
showing off your nails," she noted, as she got out a set of press-on,
showgirl length nails in a frosty color that matched my lips.

	"Now, for the crowing glory," she said, as she opened up a
footlocker, reached in, and came up with a elegant blond wig. I
couldn't help but notice that there was more than a passing
resemblance to the big hair that was on every Barbie doll. She was
serious about making me into her party doll!

	As she touched up the wig with a brush and sprayed it, she
said, in a soft satisfied voice, "Check yourself out, my little love-
doll!"

	I looked in the mirror and was stunned. Looking back at me was
a girl that would make the Pope hard. She batted her long lashes at me
and pursed her lips seductively. Her large breasts jutted from the
chest. Her narrow waist accented her full womanly hips. Her legs
smoothly flowed into their spiked heeled enclosures. Her graceful
hands ended in long dagger like claws. And in the middle of it all was
a full, raging hard on.

	I saw her move behind me in the mirror. She slid her hands
around my waist, and pulled me closer. I could feel her hardness also
responding to my new, attractive image. I reached back with one hand
behind her ass to pull her hardness tighter, and reached for her head
with the other to steal a kiss.

	"No, Baby," she said, smiling. "You are a perfect boy-toy now,
and you are going to have your tight, virgin cherry taken by an ever
more perfect boy-girl," she sighed, as her hands roamed across my
body.

	She led me forward to the makeup table. She pushed my
shoulders down so that my elbows were resting on the table and my ass
was thrust out, perched precariously on my heels. I closed my eyes
exactly when she rubbed some lubrication into my waiting hole.

	"Keep your eyes open dear. You have never seen anything like
this before!" she breathed into my ear.

	I lifted my head and looked into the mirror. Here again was
the new me in total exotic femininity, but rising above me was a red
headed goddess. She was more beautiful now than before. The passion
she was feeling was swelling her lips and I could see her nipples had
gotten hard. She was flush with the heat and it made her erotic beauty
even more desirable.

	"Please Mistress, make me a woman now!" I begged.

	"Not just a woman, but something infinitely better," she
replied, her voice dripping with passion. "You're mine forever, baby!"
she sighed and with that comment, I felt the hardness of her cock
press against my tight asshole. There was a moment of discomfort when
she pushed past the opening, but then the pressure built as she sunk
her long shaft all the way into me. When she was buried to the hilt,
she stopped and held me tight, cupping her hands over my new full
breasts.

	"Now, you're really going to love this, babe," she promised,
and I felt her begin to piston her cock back and forth. At first I
just held the table and enjoyed the feeling of fullness. She was a big
girl and it felt so good to be filled up by my lover.

	But soon, I began to respond to her pumping. I met her thrusts
with a backward rocking of my hips. The heels made this harder to
accomplish, but it did feel sexier to be almost falling all of the
time. I wasn't too worried, though, as she had a firm grip on me.

	I stared into the mirror watching these two sexy babes fucking
and getting fucked. They were dramatically feminine, even as they were
obviously able to be the aggressors in the sex act. I saw her staring
back at me in desire. We smiled at each other, and batted our lashes
simultaneously.

	After a while, I could tell that she was getting close by her
moans and the timing of her thrusts. I must have been right, because
she then wrapped her manicured fingers around my cock. She began to
furiously stroke me with the clear intent of making me cum.

	"My cum will be your cum," she moaned, in a low sultry voice,
as I felt her stiffen inside me and felt her cock throb. She shot her
load in my ass, but as she did, I came also. She was right. It felt as
if the cum I was losing was being replaced in my body with the cum of
my lover. The spasms diminished and we stayed still, with her still
buried deeply in me.

	"Well, Barbie, what do you think of this now?" she cooed, as
she reached across the table for a towel to clean her hand, but I
caught it with mine and brought it to my creamy red lips.

	"Look, babe. Now I AM your party doll," I said, as I licked my
cum from her hand and passionately sucked on her long nailed fingers.

	"Yes, indeed you are, but I think it's time for a new
hairstyle and dress for my doll," she said, smiling, "This is just the
beginning... "