A Girl Called Eddie

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Author: Michael O’Connor

Carrie had always treated me like her little sister, even though we were only third cousins. Though she was only two years older than I was and not of exceptional physical stature, I had allowed her to dominate me for as long as I could remember. Not that she was exceptionally cruel or abusive in any way. It was just that she seemed to realize I was different, long before I myself knew. I could never remember her treating me like a boy. By the time I reached my teens, I was wearing her clothes at any available opportunity, with her permission and no small measure of encouragement. In our secret world, we talked about boys, makeup and fashion, just like two real girls.

Naturally, our unusual relationship eventually turned fully intimate, but Carrie only ever allowed me to pleasure her as if we were both real girls. That meant – when we were “lesbian” loving – I was forced to grip my cock between my clenched thighs, while she licked the base like it were a real pussy and I feasted on the real thing.

I was twenty when I became my cousin’s live in maid. It had been her idea. She was a successful and still single businesswoman and I was a virtual bum, changing lovers and careers as frequently as I changed hair colors. I needed the smack of firm discipline and Carrie needed a live-in help for her new house. I liked to think she had also been missing her “little sister”.

Back in our girl world, life was once again perfect, though the rules had changed somewhat. As well as being Carrie’s sister, I was employed as her servant. That meant obeying her rules and submitting my ass to her punishments, whenever my efforts were less than satisfactory. She still spanked me, just as she had done when we were growing up, but now she had far more potent weapons than her right palm in her disciplinary arsenal. Riding whip, cane and paddle – all were wielded with equal buttock burning accuracy. The number of strokes to which I was subjected depended on how vengeful she was feeling. Sometimes, I was punished for no other reason than she felt like giving me a good whacking. Despite the severity of this regime, I considered myself the most privileged person on the planet. How many men were fortunate enough to serve a beautiful woman who was big sister, domineering goddess and lesbian lover, all rolled into one?

I was proud of my devotion and loyalty to my sister, convinced that nothing would ever come between us. Then, Eddie walked into my life!

Carrie and I had always had similar tastes in men, so I could see immediately why she would be attracted to Eddie. He was in his late twenties, tall and blond with clean cut Scandinavian good looks. Ten out of ten, I decided, hating my sister for having ensnared such a stunning stud.

“Carrie shouldn’t be long,” I said, ushering him into the lounge. “Can I get you something, while you’re waiting?”

“Coffee would be nice,” he replied.

As I made my way to the kitchen, I could sense his gaze lingering on my legs, which were sheathed in seamed stockings of dark silk. The short black dress that constituted my maid’s uniform left plenty to appreciate on view. The thought that I was probably giving him a hard-on caused my own cock to swell in my panties.

“You must be Carrie’s sister,” he said, when I returned with the coffee, several minutes later.

“Kirsty,” I replied, giving him my girl name, seeing no need to tell the truth.

“I’m Eddie,” he said.

I smiled. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Eddie. Do you take cream?”

I sure do! I mentally added.

In a matter of minutes, we were chatting like old friends. Eddie was such a charmer, I could not help but viciously envy my sister. Why couldn’t it be me on the receiving end of his undoubtedly delicious cock?

All too soon, Carrie arrived home. As Eddie greeted her with a kiss, she cast a triumphant glance in my direction. As usual, she knew exactly what I was thinking. Bitch!

“You’ve met Kirsty,” she said. “My cousin. Male cousin!”

After that embarrassing revelation, which was designed to thwart any attraction Eddie might have felt towards me, I doubted I would ever see him again. However, Carrie did not know her lover as well as she thought. Two days later, he paid a surprise return visit.

“Carrie won’t be home for hours,” I said, as soon as I had recovered from the shock of seeing him on the doorstep.

The stud smiled. “I know. It’s her so-called sister I wanted to see. Can I come in?”

You can cum in me anytime, honey, I was tempted to respond.

“Of course,” I replied, struggling to hide my nervousness.

“Last time I was here, I thought Carrie had a very attractive younger sister,” he said as I led him into the lounge.

“Uh, yes, I’m sorry about that,” I responded, recalling the look that had crossed his face, when she had told him the truth about me.

“No need to apologize,” he assured me. “You’re very convincing.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I smiled. “Carrie wouldn’t normally spring a nasty surprise like that, but you obviously thought I was the genuine article and I think she was just a little jealous. Wanted to set you straight, before you did something stupid, like want to fuck me.”

“She hasn’t done a very good job, then,” said Eddie. “I still think you’re gorgeous. Even more so, now that I know what you really are.”

Though I could scarcely believe what I was hearing, I reacted without hesitation.

“You’ve got some nerve, I must say!” I cried. “You turn up here, cool as a breeze, pay me a couple of cheap compliments and expect me to throw myself at you, like some cheap tranny slut who’ll fall for any macho poseur with a nice smile and a big bulge in his pants. Well, you know what you can do, Mister?” I paused for a moment, savoring his shocked expression, then delivered my punchline. “You can do whatever you damn well please with this cheap tranny slut. Just don’t stand there staring for too long, in case my conscience gets the better of me.”

Adopting a wide legged stance, hands on hips, I moistened my pink glossed lips invitingly, while Eddie took a few seconds to somewhat regain his composure.

“My God, you are a real cockteaser!” he gasped. “Just like your sister.”

“I think you’ll find I’m very different to my big sister, in at least one respect,” I purred. “Now, we both know you haven’t come around for a cup of coffee, so why don’t you…………….?”

My challenge went unfinished as he practically leaped upon me, pinning me to the wall and silencing me with a lip-crushing kiss. While his tongue filled my mouth, his hands clawed frenziedly at my dress, wrenching it up over my hips. Though I made a convincing show of resistance, the last thing I wanted to do was discourage him. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be overpowered and ravaged senseless by that blond brute stallion. Even if I had been less than willing, his lust was so inflamed that he would almost certainly have taken me by force.

This was not the time for sensual niceties, such as adjourning to the bedroom. Eddie made no concessions to loving tenderness as he wrestled me to the floor, ripping off my dress in the process. We tussled for several more minutes, until he finally got a grip on the waistband of my black lace panties and ripped them off, as easily as if they were made of paper. Pinning me, face down, on the carpet, he thrust his right hand down between my thighs and found a tube of throbbing meat that instantly dispelled any doubts that might have remained regarding my need to be taken in the most masterful fashion.

“You slut, you’ve been wanting it since the minute you saw me!” he panted, fumbling with the zipper of his jeans.

“A hard cock never lies,” I moaned, looking over my shoulder. “You……..   oh my!”

My gasp was well warranted by what he had just withdrawn from his underwear. Carrie certainly knew how to choose her men. To hell with conscience! This throbbing, eight-inch beauty was much too splendid to be restricted to a real girl.

Carrie had never sucked my cock and I had been with only a few men, but my enthusiasm more than compensated for my lack of experience. Head bobbing between Eddie’s thighs, I fed on his cock like a hungry animal, squeezing his balls and pumping the base between the thumb and forefinger of my right hand.

A few minutes later, I was gulping down my first load of cum in months. I didn’t waste a drop, licking my lips, then licking Eddie’s cock clean.

After that, the bedroom was the only place to go.

My asshole craved cock and Eddie fed me his meat with all the sweaty, rectum-rupturing aggression any feminized queer could desire. After he had fucked me for the first time, my cum slicked asshole gripped his cock until he was ready to fuck me again.

Much later, with our ravenous hunger finally sated, we lay naked among the rumpled white sheets of my bed, our bodies gleaming with perspiration. It had been some considerable time since a man had so totally satisfied me. To say I was impressed would have been an understatement.

“You’d better have some of that hot cream left for Carrie, otherwise I could be in big trouble,” I murmured, kissing his blonde thatched chest.

“She would never suspect I’d been with you,” he replied. “As far as your sister is concerned, I’m a one hundred percent red blooded heterosexual, if somewhat submissive, man.”

“Submissive!” I exclaimed, instantly raising my head. “Tell me more.”

“As I’m sure you know, your cousin is quite a dominant lady,” he said. “When it comes to the bedroom, she rules with an iron fist. Her man must learn to play by her rules, or suffer the consequences. I’ll leave the kinky details to your fertile imagination. Can’t see you in spike heeled thigh boots and swinging a whip, Kirsty. But then, perhaps I’ve misjudged you again.”

“I’m the kind of girl who knows her place and loves it,” I replied. “Does she ever dress you up?”

“You mean like you?”

I nodded. “You could look very sexy in high heels and a short skirt.”

Eddie laughed. “That is one idea Carrie has never suggested. It might be fun, though I could never imagine myself cutting as stunning a figure as you.”

“You might be pleasantly surprised,” I responded. “Shall we find out?”

In the wake of what had already happened between us, he needed little further persuasion. From my underwear drawer, I selected a purple satin Basque, with matching panties of shiny silk, suspenders and dark silk stockings. While Eddie slipped into these, I browsed through the extensive contents of my walk in closet, finally opting for a shimmering white, shoulderless evening dress, slit from ankle almost to thigh top at the back. A short, black silk jacket, string of fake pearls and a pair of my stiletto-heeled shoes completed the clothing stages of his transformation.

Before attending to the important matter of his makeup, I seated him at my dressing table and fitted him with a shoulder length wig of straight, peroxide blonde hair. Like an artist putting the finishing touches to a precious work, I used lipstick of my most whorish red, dark eyeliner, powder and paint to complete the creation of a girl called Eddie. By the time I was finished, he was unrecognizable as the macho stud that had repeatedly stuffed me with my favorite kind of meat. Preening before the mirror, balanced unsteadily on my high heels, he had to agree that he looked absolutely stunning.

“If I’d known it would look and feel this good, I’d have been putting on panties and lipstick ages ago,” he said. “Where are you going?”

“Won’t be long,” I smiled.

When I returned, a few minutes later, he was still admiring himself in the mirror. But the instant he saw what I had become, his attention was all mine. In my sister’s shiny black rubber thigh boots, matching, figure hugging mini dress, spike studded dog collar and elbow length gloves, I looked every inch the stern dominatrix. The riding whip gripped in my right fist was an essential accessory, though one I had no real intention of using. If Carrie were to catch me wearing her clothes without permission, I would be the one feeling the sting of the whip.

“You look like her twin!” gasped Eddie.

“And you look like you’re ready to cum in my panties, you dirty slut,” I retorted. “Well, now you will submit to me, just as you grovel before my Mistress. Is that okay with you?”

“Uh, yes – yes, of course, Mistress!” he blurted. “I’m completely at your mercy. Just tell me what you want me to do.”

“Get on the bed and play doggy,” I snapped.

As he scurried obediently across the room, I could not resist a flick of the whip across his buttocks. Even two layers of thin silk took little of the venom from the sting. With a loud yelp, he grabbed at his right cheek. I was even more surprised that I had actually struck him. Perhaps I was more like Carrie than I had suspected. Could I become an equally vicious vixen, merely by slipping into her kinky second skin?

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