Renate

This is the next installment of my stories of when I was engaged in a dom/sub- forced-femme relationship while serving in the military, stationed in Germany.

I was dreaming; asleep and dreaming. Yet something was tearing away the shrouds of slumber. Slowly I grew more aware of my surroundings. Firm arms encircled me, enclosing me in safety and warmth. His scent surrounded me and invaded my nostrils, intoxicating me with that lovely manly muskiness. Raspy whispered words intruded into my ears tearing away slumber's shroud of innocence and replacing it with rapture's tawdry profanity. As all of this greeted my waking moments I too became aware of his manhood, thrusting deep into me, trying to tear me apart from inside. It slid outwards fighting to free itself from my pussy's lusty grip. I could feel the lips of my cunt puckering outwards, trying to restrain his coveted tool inside me as he withdrew it. Then, when only the plum shaped head of his cock remained buried within, he hastily and without regard slammed the entire length of his meat back home into my needy emptiness.

I loved waking up this way, impaled on his steel hard cock, serenaded by profanity whispered through clenched teeth. Nothing made me feel quite like the worthless cunt I was more than having the sanctity of my slumber torn from me just to satisfy daddy's needs.

His huge cock jack-hammered into me. Reshaping my insides to conform to his needs. My pussy lips screamed with the heat generated by a lack of lubrication. but deep inside of me, I felt an ocean of his pre-cum sloshing as he stirred it with his shaft. His phone pole of a cock battered my prostate, forcing a never ending stream of pre-cum out of the tip of my clit, pooling in my panties and soaking them through.

"Come on ho!" he snarled, "use your pussy muscles to squeeze out daddy's nut!"

Daddy punctuated his sentence by sinking his teeth harshly into the side of my neck, sending searing pain shooting out in all directions, ripping any last vestiges of sleep from me.

I complied, clamping my pussy muscles tight as I could every time daddy withdrew his cock, wringing even more of his pre-cum out from his manhood into my filthy cunt.

Daddy grunted his approval, clenching his teeth tighter on the flesh of my neck as his hastened his stoking, slamming relentlessly into me. His hips making loud clapping sounds as they slammed forward into my ass cheeks.

Daddy pushed me over from my side onto my belly, never withdrawing his cock or ceasing his relentless attack. He wrapped his massive hand around the back of my neck and pressed my face into the pillows as he plowed into me, trying to tear me in two. It did not take long. Only a few dozen strokes later I lost all control. I felt my clit twitching my useless load into my panties.

Daddy felt my pussy muscles twitching as my salve was delivered meekly into my panties. He roared like an a****l, harshly slapping my ass cheek with his free hand. Then suddenly he buried himself deep inside me, pressing hard against me. I felt his baseball bat sized cock twitching inside me, forcing my colon to twitch in unison as he bred my cunt. I felt the heat of his load inside me. I felt the wet manliness of it as he lobbed jet after jet of his cum deep inside of me. I felt the girth of his cock increase momentarily as each jet of cum passed through it, Inundating my pussy with the flood it so badly desired.

Daddy laid there, buried deep inside of me for several minutes, spent after breeding his worthless ****** whore. At length his club-like appendage began to shrink inside me, leaving my pussy feeling loose and unsatisfied. Then he pulled it out of me in one quick motion, leaving me feeling suddenly so utterly empty, worthless and needful.

Daddy flipped me over then straddled me, shoving his semi-erect cock into my mouth. I licked attentively, cleaning every sign of our mating from it. Then he slid it deep into my throat. No matter how often he did it, I still never was able to completely eliminate the gag reflex. He held his cock there, buried deep in my throat, blocking my airway and preventing me from breathing. Then, as my need for air began to grown dire, I felt it. The hot stream of his morning urine emanating from then end of his deflating cock and flowing directly down my defenseless throat and into my waiting gut. Then he withdrew it, slapping it on my chin and shaking of a few lingering drops of salty nectar into my greedy mouth.

Then he rose, getting out of the bed.

"Get up ho!" he said, "Cook my breakfast and pack my shit I have to leave for school in an hour!"

Daddy was leaving for a military school, one he needed to for his next promotion. He'd be gone for two whole weeks.

I rose, adjusted my disheveled panties and scurried into the kitchen. My stretched pussy slid moistly against itself as I moved. I loved that feeling. It reminded me of my true purpose. Daddy's cum leaked out of my pussy and pooled in the back of my panties. Daddy headed for the bathroom to bathe while I cooked his breakfast.

As I stood in the kitchen making his eggs and bacon, I'd occasionally dip a finger into the growing pool of daddy's cum in my panties to scoop up a glob of the savory juice then slide it into my hungry mouth. I'd grown to love the taste and silky consistency of daddy's cum. It just seemed a waste to not enjoy his morning gift.

Daddy finished bathing and appeared naked for breakfast. As I placed his food in front of him, I noticed that his cock again stood erect. I slid under the table and sat on the floor between his knees. I took his cock into my mouth and slowly worked the magnificent veined shaft in and out of my mouth, pausing briefly to swirl my tongue around on the bottom of it, just behind the bulbous spongy head before plunging it all the way down my throat. I continued sucking intently on daddy's manhood while he ate the breakfast I had prepared for him. As his meal progressed I slowly picked up the pace, bobbing my head up and down his shaft, taking it all the way inside me until my nose nestled in his mound of tightly coiled pubic hair, fresh and manly scented from his bath. By the time daddy finished eating, I was tossing my head onto his cock with reckless wanton abandon. My breast forms were swaying on my chest threatening to tear the adhesive loose that held them there. My mind was intoxicated with the sweet taste of his pre-cum flowing from the tip of his meat.

Having finished his meal, daddy leaned back in the chair and looked down at me while if lavished attention on his firm 10" pole.

"You such a good cock sucker, ho! Daddy gots what you need!", He said and grabbed the back of my head, forcing the golf ball sized head of his cock deep down my throat. He held me there, impaled, helpless and fighting to breathe as he fired salvo after salvo of hot sap down my throat, directly breeding my gullet. Then as the spasms of his ecstasy were waning, he relaxed his grip, allowing his cock to come free from my tortured throat. Withdrawing it enough to flood my mouth with the delicious salty taste of the last few jets of hot semen.

Done, he shoved his chair back, pulling his cock from my greedy orifice, leaving a tiny rivulet of cum streaming down my chin.

"You a greedy whore!", he said, slapping my face, "daddy already fed you ******tty ass this morning!"

With that he rose and headed for the bedroom. There he donned his uniform. I met him at the front door, where I held his bag that I'd packed the night before at the ready. He snatched it from my grasp, snarled a final snarl and left the apartment. I was alone. Left to my own devices for two whole weeks.

I had made plans to go hang out with my German girlfriend Renate. Over time we had grown quite close and it was she that had mentored me as daddy transitioned me from normal male into my true worthless cock whore self. She had been there and done that before me. She knew all of the makeup tricks. She knew how best to disguise the male form and create the illusion of feminine curves. She of course had gone further than I ever would. She had been taking female hormones for several years. Where I had fake silicon breastforms, Renate had very real and very perky little tits. Years of hormones had softened her face and changed her form. You could not tell that she was not a genetic female. Walking down the street with her, men would leer and make overtures. They'd open doors for her and offer to buy her drinks in the cafes. Renate had a gorgeous flowing main of golden hair with a subtle wave. It bobbed and moved with a life of its own as she moved. It was mesmerizing.

This day we had made a date to go shopping in the town where I was stationed. I arrived to meet her promptly at the appointed time at a little cafe at the east end of the "füssgangerzone" (the pedestrian zone). She hadn't arrived yet, so I got a table and ordered a soft drink. A short while later I ***** her, debarking from the bus.

I enjoyed the view from a distance. She wore a short denim skirt that ended high enough to show off the tops of her thigh-high white stockings. The stockings were opaque, thick and ribbed. They had a set of black stripes that ran around the top making them look like very long athletic socks. She wore a white cotton peasant top with a pretty lace ruffle around the top edge. The bottom of her top disappeared into a black waist cincher, just below her breasts. On her feet she wore the most adorable black wedge pumps decorated with a pretty white bow on the toe.

I watched as she approached, her golden mane dancing as she walked. I saw how the men looked at her. They'd walk past looking her over from top to bottom. Then after they had gone by, they'd crane their heads to take in the view from behind.

I rose as she neared and pulled her chair out for her.

"Hi Ford!" She said with a smile, leaning in to kiss me gently on my lips, "how are you baby?”

Her smell was intoxicating. She wore a lovely scent, sweet but with an underlying musky note.

She took her seat, slid it in to the table then crossed her legs in that dainty knee over knee way that ladies do.

“I’m good,” I answered, “You look fantastic!”

The waitress arrived and asked for her order, “was möchten Sie, Fräulein?”

She ordered a lemon flavored mineral water.

As the waitress scurried off to get her drink I noticed a wistful look crossing Renate’s pretty visage.

“Are you, OK?” I asked, “You look a little sad.”

She sighed and patted my hand.

“I’m sorry. I know we’re best friends, Ford” she confided, “but I’ve been keeping a secret from you. I’ve finally saved enough money to get my surgery. I’m leaving for Bangkok in nine days.”

I was confused. “Isn’t that what you wanted?” I asked, “When will you be back?”

A little pout formed on her lips and her chin vibrated as she fought back tears.

“That’s just it, Ford” she admitted, “I’m not coming back. I need to have a clean break from all the tawdry things I’ve had to do to earn the money so that I can finally live my life as the woman that I was meant to be. I need to not be 'Renate the tranny' any more and just be 'plain old Renate'. Understand?”

My mind raced. I had grown so close to her. I had such a crush on her and in my heart I realized on an instinctual level that I loved her.

“But… where will you go? How will you live?” I queried.

“After I’ve healed from the surgery, I’ll be starting an au-pair position with a family in New Zealand that I’ve accepted”, was her answer.

I was gutted. It was like someone had reached up inside of me and unmercilessly tugged out all of the needed bits that resided there within.

Numbly we spent the rest of the day shopping for a new wardrobe for her new life. Gone were the over-the-top sexy outfits. In were the everyday normal girl clothes. Her choices were unfettered from her former concerns about her garments hiding the bump of her tucked clitoris. You could tell how liberating that felt for her.

That evening she returned to the apartment with me to try on her new haul. Daddy would have beaten me severely had he known, but I did not care. I would suffer anything to spend this time with the woman that I’d finally admitted to myself that I loved.

When she came out of the bathroom wearing her newly-purchased, adorable, yellow sundress it all came crashing down around me and I began to cry.

“What’s wrong, Ford?” She asked with concern, “Why are you crying, sweetie?”

She sat beside me and hugged my head to her breast, stroking my hair.

I sobbed in her embrace, “I’m going to miss you, Renate! You’re my only friend here and I love you!”

She continued stroking my hair comfortingly and kissed my forehead. I looked up into her eyes and there found that she too was shedding tears. Overcome with emotion, we kissed… consolingly at first but with growing sensual urgency as the kiss lingered on.

This kiss was different from all those before it. It was our first pure kiss that was not prompted by someone else’s tawdry desire to satisfy their own needs to see a spectacle but instead it was fueled by our own desires for intimacy.

Slowly we fell over onto the sofa. Our hands wandered and explored.

I slid the spaghetti strap of her sundress off of her shoulder, freeing her perfect breast from the cotton fabric’s confines. Then I kissed a path down her jugular to her perky nipple. She gasped as my lips found their target.

For what seemed an eternity we lingered there on the sofa, exploring, undressing and caressing. The heap of clothing on the floor slowly grew in size. My lips and hands explored every inch of her silky alabaster skin.

At long last I arrived at her clit and found it already firmly excited. As I cupped her small balls in my hand. I drew her clitoris deeply into my throat. I savored the velvety texture of it as she stroked it into my waiting mouth. The taste of her pre-cum was pure nectar, sweet and luxurious. I so badly wanted to pleasure her and bring her joy.

She laid atop me, arrayed in a sixty-nine, her clitoris furiously stroking into my throat. She moaned in pleasure and kissed the inside of my thighs. Finally at some length, she slid a few fingers into my waiting cunt and massaged my prostate inside with them while caressing it on the outside with her thumb.

I was in bliss and slowly my ardor began to build as I rocked hard onto her hand stroking my sensitive insides.

It struck me that here I was making love to a beautiful woman as a male without daddy’s slutty lingerie or makeup… just a normal guy loving his girl.

She pulled her clitoris from my throat and spun around on top of me so we were face to face and she kissed me deeply.

She pulled back and looked me deeply in the eyes. “I want you to be my last!” she said, smiling.

In a fluid, deft move, she scooped my knees up beside my head, curling me into a ball and drove the six-inch shaft of her clitoris deep into my pussy all the way to the hilt. She reengaged in an urgent kiss, exploring my mouth with her tongue as she stroked long, slow strokes into my needful pussy.

Slowly I began to feel the pressure growing in my clit. I could tell she was getting close as well because her clit was a rock-hard saber sheathed inside me.

We both arrived at the same time. As Renate spray painted the walls of my vagina in the colors of her ecstasy, my clit was also feebly twitching spurts of its own out onto my chest.

We gasped for air as the final convulsions of our orgasms rolled over us and then subsided.

“I love you, Renate!” I gasped.

We could have laid there, savoring the moment forever, but our moment was shattered… It was shattered by the sound of someone clapping. We were jolted back to the here-and-now. There, sitting in the living room chair, not three feet away, lasciviously leering at us was Jesse Beam.

“Nice show, ******s!” He said, “Sergeant Tyler told me to check in on ya an’ make sure there wudn’t fuckery afoot while he was gone. You s’pect this wuz the kind of fuckery he meant?”

I spent the whole remaining time until Daddy returned from his school fucking Jesse Beam in any and every way he demanded to keep him from telling Daddy what he’d seen.

That was the last time I ever saw my beautiful Renate. Nine days later, she boarded a plane to Thailand never to be seen again. I often wonder where she is now and how her life has turned out and I often fantasize about how things might have been, if only…

I hope she’s happy and fulfilled and occasionally thinks back fondly of me.