I think my uncle while we spent more time together and he possessed me to fulfill his fantasies along with mine most count I gave myself that my objective was to be a girl, his girl, I'm going to be sincere and tell you that there came a point where it wasn't anything detective self-aware: all my clothes were women's, even my underwear, the programs I watched on TV, the perfumes I used, my expressions, my body and more, for everything was a girl, even without transitional or anything like that. Then I went through my sexual definitions passing from homosexual to pansexual ending in defining myself as QUEER which is what best fits who I am today.
My uncle and all the men with whom I accompanied this process, some genuinely and others because it suited them to have a defenseless and sex-starved girl almost 24 hours a day. At that point my uncle even accompanied me in my dream of being a belly dancer and pole dancer as well as an alternative model, matters that gave me a lot of work in private niches within very linked subcultures to sex and the most exotic fantasies.
I arrived at a moment when all my men made their contribution to turn me more and more into a real girl, they treated me super sweetly before sex and gave me the tenderest gifts in the world to frame my fragility and those who, on the contrary, stimulated their own fantasies from the gaze they wanted to have of myself and their need to subdue me, taking away all possible control over myself but always bringing me to the limit of femininity.
My uncle was a bit of both, but he had already started referring to me as woman in specific contexts, literally his woman or girl.
the towel told me:
He: 'You're my little one, aren't you?'
Me: 'Yes, I'm your little one'
He: 'Come, kneel down in front of me'
At that moment, I took off the towel that was covering my body and went to do exactly what he had asked me to do. When I was on my knees in front of him, I had the instinct to bring my lips to his pants, but he took my face with both hands and continued:
He: 'You'll always do what I tell you, won't you?'
Me: 'Yes, love'
He: 'Even if you don't like it or aren't in agreement?'
Me: 'I'll do what you say'
After that, I smiled and he kept saying:
He: 'Tomorrow we're going to spend the weekend with my friends at a hotel and you're coming with us. You'll be the only girl in the group and will have to attend to all of us'
Me: 'Are you sure about what you're asking me?'
He: 'Yes, I'm very sure. Will you do it?'
Me: 'If that's what you want me to do, I'll do it'
He smiled and said:
He: 'Now yes, suck my cock before we go to sleep'
I smiled, unzipped his pants, and sucked his dick until I swallowed all his cum in three rounds.
The next morning, we quickly got ready to go to the house that my uncle had rented for the weekend with his friends. I had to clean, cook, and attend to them whenever they wanted or asked me, and my uncle told me not to bother them when they were doing 'men's things' unless they allowed it and I accepted it. He also said that everyone had the same authority over me as he did, which I accepted.
We arrived at the place and we were the first two, before all the others who were supposed to be between eight and ten friends that he had invited to come for a barbecue, take a drink, and go fishing probably, it was an outing with friends so wives weren't allowed, the only girl was me.
When we arrived, my uncle gave me a large towel that reached almost down to my knees and a thong white, she told me that was the only thing she had allowed to use except if it got colder, otherwise not. As always, I smiled because it seemed funny to me, but all my animal and feminine impulses were burning with those simple acts and orders.
I thought they would be the friends he always hung out with, but no, when they arrived, I realized I only knew one of them, the one we had gone fishing with that time and with whom we had almost secretly enjoyed ourselves. He was the first to arrive and greet me, but all of them rushed to do so as soon as they saw me, some waving at me and others with hugs and kisses that sometimes slid a little too close to my lips.
They all settled into their places and then started preparing for the barbecue, which wasn't my job because it was men's work, but I had to serve them drinks and snacks. As time passed, trust and alcohol made everyone a little more affectionate, and every time I approached one of them to serve him, his hands would slide over some part of my body, even sometimes unseen, touching my booty, squeezing or caressing it gently. The first times surprised me, but later I adapted, smiled, and even waited to see what they would do.
At a particular moment, my uncle called me to sit on his lap, I was finishing up serving the fernet and then sat down where he had told me to, we kissed and while I was being caressed by his legs, we talked about how to solve the world's economic problems. I'm not sure if that was my perception at the time, but they all looked at me like they were devouring me, but each one pretended to be silly in their own way.
One of them took the last sip of whisky from the glass, got up and asked me to come with him to make salads, I told him there was no drama and that I already did it, but he insisted and my uncle told me to go, so I went ahead, but managed to hear My uncle told my friend as we passed before entering with me: 'I'll use you for a little while' and the murmurs didn't wait. I headed towards the kitchen, but he took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom, took me by the neck and kissed me before directly ordering me: 'Suck my cock slut' afterwards, I knelt down in front of him and fulfilled his orders faster than I would have wanted because when just starting to enjoy the taste of his dick I got lifted off the floor, he put me against the wall, took off my thong and grabbed me by the hair, if not for screaming because he covered my mouth with his hand, because I also moaned loudly while pressing down on my woman's penis with his other hand...
My uncle and all the men with whom I accompanied this process, some genuinely and others because it suited them to have a defenseless and sex-starved girl almost 24 hours a day. At that point my uncle even accompanied me in my dream of being a belly dancer and pole dancer as well as an alternative model, matters that gave me a lot of work in private niches within very linked subcultures to sex and the most exotic fantasies.
I arrived at a moment when all my men made their contribution to turn me more and more into a real girl, they treated me super sweetly before sex and gave me the tenderest gifts in the world to frame my fragility and those who, on the contrary, stimulated their own fantasies from the gaze they wanted to have of myself and their need to subdue me, taking away all possible control over myself but always bringing me to the limit of femininity.
My uncle was a bit of both, but he had already started referring to me as woman in specific contexts, literally his woman or girl.
the towel told me:
He: 'You're my little one, aren't you?'
Me: 'Yes, I'm your little one'
He: 'Come, kneel down in front of me'
At that moment, I took off the towel that was covering my body and went to do exactly what he had asked me to do. When I was on my knees in front of him, I had the instinct to bring my lips to his pants, but he took my face with both hands and continued:
He: 'You'll always do what I tell you, won't you?'
Me: 'Yes, love'
He: 'Even if you don't like it or aren't in agreement?'
Me: 'I'll do what you say'
After that, I smiled and he kept saying:
He: 'Tomorrow we're going to spend the weekend with my friends at a hotel and you're coming with us. You'll be the only girl in the group and will have to attend to all of us'
Me: 'Are you sure about what you're asking me?'
He: 'Yes, I'm very sure. Will you do it?'
Me: 'If that's what you want me to do, I'll do it'
He smiled and said:
He: 'Now yes, suck my cock before we go to sleep'
I smiled, unzipped his pants, and sucked his dick until I swallowed all his cum in three rounds.
The next morning, we quickly got ready to go to the house that my uncle had rented for the weekend with his friends. I had to clean, cook, and attend to them whenever they wanted or asked me, and my uncle told me not to bother them when they were doing 'men's things' unless they allowed it and I accepted it. He also said that everyone had the same authority over me as he did, which I accepted.
We arrived at the place and we were the first two, before all the others who were supposed to be between eight and ten friends that he had invited to come for a barbecue, take a drink, and go fishing probably, it was an outing with friends so wives weren't allowed, the only girl was me.
When we arrived, my uncle gave me a large towel that reached almost down to my knees and a thong white, she told me that was the only thing she had allowed to use except if it got colder, otherwise not. As always, I smiled because it seemed funny to me, but all my animal and feminine impulses were burning with those simple acts and orders.
I thought they would be the friends he always hung out with, but no, when they arrived, I realized I only knew one of them, the one we had gone fishing with that time and with whom we had almost secretly enjoyed ourselves. He was the first to arrive and greet me, but all of them rushed to do so as soon as they saw me, some waving at me and others with hugs and kisses that sometimes slid a little too close to my lips.
They all settled into their places and then started preparing for the barbecue, which wasn't my job because it was men's work, but I had to serve them drinks and snacks. As time passed, trust and alcohol made everyone a little more affectionate, and every time I approached one of them to serve him, his hands would slide over some part of my body, even sometimes unseen, touching my booty, squeezing or caressing it gently. The first times surprised me, but later I adapted, smiled, and even waited to see what they would do.
At a particular moment, my uncle called me to sit on his lap, I was finishing up serving the fernet and then sat down where he had told me to, we kissed and while I was being caressed by his legs, we talked about how to solve the world's economic problems. I'm not sure if that was my perception at the time, but they all looked at me like they were devouring me, but each one pretended to be silly in their own way.
One of them took the last sip of whisky from the glass, got up and asked me to come with him to make salads, I told him there was no drama and that I already did it, but he insisted and my uncle told me to go, so I went ahead, but managed to hear My uncle told my friend as we passed before entering with me: 'I'll use you for a little while' and the murmurs didn't wait. I headed towards the kitchen, but he took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom, took me by the neck and kissed me before directly ordering me: 'Suck my cock slut' afterwards, I knelt down in front of him and fulfilled his orders faster than I would have wanted because when just starting to enjoy the taste of his dick I got lifted off the floor, he put me against the wall, took off my thong and grabbed me by the hair, if not for screaming because he covered my mouth with his hand, because I also moaned loudly while pressing down on my woman's penis with his other hand...
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