Smile for the Camera!

Getting Some Payback

Meeting His Roommate's Other Side

Getting Some Payback

Just in case there's much confusion about this cap, allow me to clarify it here. The majority of it is an internal monologue, only the first and last lines (note the different fonts) are spoken out loud by the character. 

Transcript: “Ooh yeah, fuck that pussy real good. Stretch that tight wet pussy with your big hard cock!” 

Feels good doesn’t it? I can see that you don’t suspect a thing. It’s amazing how real they can make something look and feel these days isn’t it? Who would believe that my appearance was all just a ruse, created by an exceptionally life-like bodysuit? Certainly not your bitchy new girlfriend, who dumped me for you, and should be along any minute now to catch us in the act. Oh what a surprise it’ll be, and undoubtedly not a pleasant one. It’ll be payback to you for stealing my girlfriend and to her for leaving me. Catching you fucking another girl after you’ve canceled a date with her to ‘study’ for an important test is not going to sit well with her, oh no. 

You know the risk you’re taking by fucking me like this, right here, right now, but you still can’t resist now can you? I knew you couldn’t. When I approached you in the hallway yesterday and asked if you could help me with my French homework, I saw the look in your eye and I knew then that I had you. Then, when I showed up at your house this afternoon, all dressed up in my pretty little schoolgirl uniform, the smile on my face was genuine, but not because I was happy to see you as I’d said, but because I’d noticed the way you were shifting uncomfortably, in an effort to hide the growing bulge in your pants. And I provided no respite, playing the part of the classic tease, appearing demure and innocent, but cunningly seizing every opportunity for seduction. To your credit, you had conducted yourself well, and it was only after I’d ‘accidentally’ fallen into your lap, letting you feel the enticing nature of my flesh, and stroked your ego a bit, among other things, that you’d finally succumbed, but all she’ll see is that you did.

Oh, I do believe that was the sound of her car and the front door opening. Time for the closing act: a screaming orgasm as she walks in on us. She’ll be twice as infuriated then. Not only will she be outraged by the fact that you’re cheating on her, but also extremely resentful of the fact that you’ve never made her climax like this before either. Little does she know just how much I’m faking it, or he, what a convincing little actress I can be. Here she comes, “Oh yeah, fuck me harder! Shit that feels so good! Make me cum, baby, I’m almost there! That’s the spot, that’s the spot, oh my god! Yeeesssss!”

Nice Equipment

Transcript: “So what do you think?” Charlie asked, as he tried not to look too embarrassed standing ‘naked’ in front of his partner, Devlin. He wasn’t actually naked or male in appearance at the present, for which he was grateful, all thanks to the state-of-the-art female bodysuit he was wearing. Posing as Devlin’s girlfriend was part of his cover for the mission.

Devin seemed to be even more embarrassed than he was. It had to be unsettling to see a ‘girl’ gorgeous enough to be a Playboy Centerfold, yet know that that ‘girl’ was not only a man in disguise, but also your partner! “Umm…nice piece of equipment,” Devin muttered uncomfortably.

Charlie couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease him a bit, “Piece? So do you like my tits, my ass, or my pussy?” Charlie made a full turn around to give Devin another look, finishing with a coquettish smile, causing Devlin to turn bright red as a small bulge began to form in Devlin’s pants. Charlie just watched in amusement as Devlin attempted to hide his emerging peak. He knew it was mean to tease him so, but it was just too good of a chance to pass up!

“I meant the bodysuit…you know what I mean,” Devin retorted back irritably, then softened his tone, “though you’ll certainly make for a sweet piece of arm candy. Now get dressed, we’re flying out in a half hour.”

“A half hour? The agency should consider themselves lucky I’m not a real woman…otherwise I’d only have been able to pick out which pair of panties to wear in that time! Still, only thirty minutes will still be a challenge…unless of course you’d be willing to help me. What do you say, I’ll pick out the bra, you pick out the panties?”

Devlin groaned in frustration. Charlie just laughed silently to himself. This was going to be a very enjoyable mission.

Seductress

Recently, I've started going over my caption document and trying to finish those that I've started but just never got around to finishing. This is one of them. I wrote this one way back at the end of summer last year I believe, but I was just never satisfied with it, so it never got published. I've made some changes to it once again and instead of letting it collect more dust, I've decided to set it free and see how it flies. Let me know what you guys think!

 Transcript: Her luxurious hips sway sensually as she slips out of her black mini-skirt, leaving her stripped down to just her little pink panties and tight fishnets. The scent of her provocative perfume emanates from her alluring presence, intoxicating the room with her feminine fragrance. She wears it because she knows its effects. She yearns to be desired, to be ravished, and to be submitted to. 

She bats her lashes and flashes her lover a salacious smile as she slowly slides her perfectly manicured hands down her undulating body and towards her sex. A long, lascivious moan arises from her lips as the two meet, shattering the silence that had existed between. Her lover’s outstandingly obvious arousal immensely turns her on, urging her to continue. With her flawlessly round bubble butt in his face, she begins to peel back the last physical barrier separating her from him. She only does so because she knows that her power over him is complete. He will do anything she asks of him now, even suck the long hard cock she’s been so desperately trying to hide in her panties.

Sweet Sissy Temptation

Transcript: 

“So how’s living with your new roommate this year, Will? You guys getting along well?” Jack asked as he and Will walked through the front door of Will’s apartment.

Will hesitated before answering, “Well…I don’t know…it’s been difficult I guess you could say, he’s definitely…very different. It’s a bit problematic.”

“Oh yeah, how so?”

Before Will could answer, a topless brunette holding an oversized rainbow lollipop sauntered into the room. Jack eyed her up hungrily, “Why, hello there. Will didn’t tell me he had such beautiful company around,” then turning to Will, “aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Will shifted uncomfortably, “Umm, yeah. Jack, this is my roommate Eric. Eric, this is my friend Jack.”

“You mean she’s a…”

“Yeah.”

Although evidently surprised, Jack, to his credit, did not seize the first opportunity to bolt out the door and run away screaming. Instead, he extended his hand and smiled, “Nice to meet you, Eric.”

The brunette giggled and smiled back at him. “Likewise, but you can call me Emma,” her sultry feminine voice once again catching Jack off guard. There was also a hint of playfulness, as Emma began to gently trace expert circles along the length of her lollipop.

“That’s a pretty big lollipop you’ve got there, Emma. You seem like a sweet girl. How would you like to hang out some time?”

“That depends, have you got a tasty lollipop for me?” Emma asked, glancing downwards at the same time.

 “Oh I’ve got a very special lollipop for you. It’s big, thick, and unlike regular lollipops, it’ll actually get bigger the more you suck on it.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that. I do hope there’ll be a sticky surprise at the end too. I just love it when it gets all over me.”

Jack had a grin the size of Texas on his face as he turned to Will, “I honestly can’t see where you think the problem is, but if it’s really bothering you all that much, I believe that it is my duty as your good friend to offer to let Emma move in with me for the remainder of the year. Consider it a selfless sacrifice for a friend.”

Fringe Benefits

Transcript: Spectre could get used to this. It was barely noon, he had barely lifted a finger, was currently soaking up the summer sun, and he had already achieved almost half of his mission objectives. Meet and gain the confidence of Mario Valencia, an influential underworld figure, check. Board his secure private yacht, check. Remain undetected, check.

Spectre knew that it was all thanks to his latest disguise. He was currently posing as Rachel Novelli, an absolute bombshell bikini babe that also happened to be the free-spirited daughter of a fairly wealthy businessman. It hadn’t been hard attracting Mario Valenica’s attention. That wasn’t to say that he hadn’t done any work though. Struggling to fit himself into the restrictive mask and bodysuit had been work enough. Sure, it had made him look gorgeous and gave him the figure of a goddess, but it also had to squeeze down on some areas pretty hard to achieve that effect. The crotch surprisingly, was more comfortable than expected; it sure beat the hell out of duct tape and superglue and it was just as effective!

The rest had been admittedly light. Intelligence had already given him the dossier on Valencia, so he knew which hotel Valencia was staying at and what his activity patterns were. Spectre also knew that Valencia frequented the hotel pool and that he often invited women aboard his yacht to spend the day…and sometimes the night. All that had been left to do was to put out the honey and wait for the fly. It hadn’t taken long.

Now, Spectre found himself lounging on a luxury yacht, cruising welcoming tropical waters, being waited on hand and foot by the yacht’s staff, and with nothing to do except to drive Valenica mad with a potent combination of teasing and denial. His next objective required access to Valencia’s private quarters and the cover of darkness would be preferred to cover his escape. As such, Spectre would have to provoke enough interest as Rachel to be invited to spend the night, hardly a challenge given the way Valencia was already eyeing ‘her’ lascivious curves. Since achieving his primary objective was only a waiting game now, Spectre decided to entertain himself by working towards a bonus objective: how blue could ‘Rachel’ make Valencia’s balls? Since she had at least several hours until nightfall, she hoped that she could make them at least as blue as the waters around them.

A Hard Time

Transcript: Allen had thought it wouldn’t be a problem. Sunbathing nude? It wasn’t his idea of a great time, but it was what his buddy Taylor wanted to do and it wasn’t that unbearable, so he’d agreed. The nude part had also been Taylor’s idea. He’d wanted to avoid getting any tan lines and it shouldn’t have been an issue, he had argued, since they were all guys anyway. Allen had agreed then, but he was beginning to have a real hard time with it now.    

He and Taylor had been best of friends ever since the sixth grade, when he beat up the bullies picking on Taylor for being a sissy. He remembered what he thought about it at the time: so what if Taylor wore his hair a little long or wore girly colored clothes? A lot of guys did that, that didn’t make him a sissy. 

But as the two of them grew older, the differences began to become unmistakable. Whilst other guys began to shave their beards, Taylor began shaving his entire body. Whilst other guys began to develop an interest in sports, cars, and girls, Taylor became fascinated by fashion, clothes, and beauty. And whilst other guys began using aftershave and cologne, Taylor began to use makeup and perfume. Even his physical characteristics became overtly distinguishable. Whilst other guys began to put on muscle, Taylor stayed slender and thin. Whilst other guys had their voices drop, Taylor’s stayed lyrical and high in pitch. And whilst other guys began to develop angular, Olympian physiques, Taylor developed goddess like curves. All throughout however, Allen had remained true and loyal to his friend, never giving him a hard time about it.

As Taylor began to peel off the last of his garments and beckoned for him to join him however, Allen couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Despite the logic of his mind, he could already feel himself embarrassingly beginning to stiffen down below. It didn’t matter what he knew about Taylor, his eyes only saw a girl and a ravishingly gorgeous one at that. He tried to use a towel to cover himself up, but his eight inch tent gave him away. Taylor just smiled as he beckoned him forth again. Allen gritted his teeth and took his place next to Taylor. He may have never given Taylor a hard time, but Taylor was certainly not returning the favor.

Meeting His Roommate's Other Side

Transcript: 

Nicholas honestly hadn’t meant to spy, but as his gaze passed through the opening of his roommate’s cracked open door, the captivating brunette he saw made it impossible not to. Despite having never seen her before, he’d recognized who she was instantly by the tattoo on the bottom of her left ankle. ‘She’ wasn’t a ‘she’ at all, but a ‘he’, and none other than his roommate, Ryan. With the way Nicholas was staring, he was thankful that ‘she’ had been too preoccupied thus far to notice him yet.

Nicholas had known that Ryan had had a penchant for cross dressing, it was something the two of them had discussed after living together for some time, but he had never actually seen Ryan dressed as a girl before, a point he had gone to great lengths to maintain. He’d seen some stomach churning photos of men in dresses before and spontaneous hurling on his apartment’s fresh carpet was something he’d much rather avoid. Seeing Ryan however, he found himself experiencing a much different reaction altogether, an autonomic response that was localized a bit further south of the stomach.

Dressed in white short shorts and a brightly colored tank top, ‘she’ looked like something out of a raunchy magazine spread or a teenage boy’s wet dream. ‘She’ was striking provocative poses and examining ‘herself’ sensuously in the mirror, putting on quite the performance for ‘her’ unannounced audience. Nicholas couldn’t believe how good ‘she’ looked. Seeing ‘her’ as ‘she’ was now, he doubted anyone else would’ve been able to tell.

‘Her’ exhibition soon turned into a real show as ‘she’ put on a sultry melody and began to dance. Nicholas watched in a mixture of arousal and awe as ‘her’ lithe form swayed and seduced an imaginary crowd with fascinating expertise. Slowly, playfully, and meticulously, ‘she’ teased ‘her’ way out of ‘her’ garments until only a tight pair of cotton panties remained. Nicholas wasn’t so sure that he wanted to see the rest, but he felt certain that he didn’t want to miss it either.

As the song came to an end, ‘she’ leisurely slid ‘her’ panties halfway down, exposing a gorgeous bubble butt that Nicholas would’ve sworn only could’ve belonged to a woman, but then stopped. Looking over ‘her’ shoulder and straight through the semi-open doorway, ‘she’ appeared to be staring straight at him as ‘she’ cast a come-hither glance and then winked. Then slowly moving out of view, the last thing Nicholas saw was a perfectly manicured finger beckoning him inside. A few moments later, ‘her’ panties landed in the doorway in front of him. The ball was in his court now. He had little doubt what he would do with it…

Holly

The flavor of this particular caption is a bit different from my others, it's got more of a female dominance and tease and denial element to it than tg though I did throw in a bit of a twist in at the end and left it up to your imagination instead. Let me know what you think of this one! Should I do more of these?

Pool Shark Tease

The inspiration for this cap actually came from another photoset, but by the time I was done writing the story, I realized that I needed something different and I eventually settled on this. I had a hard time choosing between this one and another though! I'm not a big fan of the orange background in these pictures as I feel it's rather strong, but I felt that the model in this set was more attractive (at least to me), so this was what I ended up going with. I'm also still not too sure about the placement of the title, but after messing around with it for awhile, I couldn't figure out anything else, so that's what I'm going with. Let me know what you guys think!

Transcript: Hey there stranger, how would you like to bet your pleasure on a game of pool? What’s with the dress? Ah, well, that’s a long story, which I’d be happy to tell you, you look like a fine young gentleman, if only my throat weren’t uh, so dry. You’d like to buy me a drink? How thoughtful of you, why yes, my throat is miraculously starting to feel better already. Let’s see, where shall I begin?

My name used to be Paul Veretti, I say used to because I go by Natasha now, shocked already huh? But I see you haven’t fled in terror yet, I’m starting to like you already. You see, I used to be quite the pool shark. I could rake in hundreds on a good night, but I didn’t do it for the money, I did it for the thrill. Some of my opponents however, didn’t take too kindly to losing. I later found out that some of them had decided to hire a witch of sorts to put a curse on me and bring about a reversal of fortune. Crazy enough, the curse worked…to a certain extent. The witch wasn’t very well practiced you see and didn’t have very good control over her magic, so the spell she cast on me produced some rather…unexpected results, namely, the body of an attractive young woman.

Adjusting to my new form proved to be quite difficult at first. There was a lot I had to learn and I hated the way people looked at me, especially the men. For week or two, I cowered in the safety of my own home, not wanting to be seen by anyone, until one day, I’d decided that I’d had enough. I wasn’t going to live my life in fear or shame any longer. I poured hours of effort into learning how to do my hair and makeup, as well as getting comfortable in distinctly feminine articles of clothing, such as dresses and heels. I also made some new friends and began to study and then imitate the behaviors of women around me, learning to sit like a lady by crossing my legs, but also how to be a flirt with the cast of a captivating glance. It seemed strange to me then that the looks of men no longer bothered me; in fact, I actually noticed that I was quite enjoying them.

By this point, I’d already made my return to the billiard room. Wearing only the most revealing of dresses and the highest of heels, I certainly turned a lot of heads. It wasn’t long before I was back to playing my usual game, where I used my new assets unrelentingly to my advantage. You wouldn’t believe how difficult it was for my opponents to concentrate when my breasts were spilling out over the top of my dress or after having ‘accidentally’ brushed up against them. My lavish curves and demure smile could drive them insane with fervor and I offered them no retreat.

I was also a merciless tease. Something about the way they struggled against my charms, but still ultimately succumbed to me turned me on something awful. I loved seeing the painfully restrained bulge in their pants or feeling their hardness pressed up against my body and knowing that I was the cause. I took hold of every opportunity to give them ‘accidental’ looks up my skirt or down my chest, striking the most provocative poses while feigning innocence. The especially cute ones I would give every excuse to touch their body against mine, my favorite being asking them how to line up a certain shot, then requesting that they instruct me in a very ‘hands-on’ approach. This would require them to press up against me from behind, at which point I could begin to subtly grind my hips into them. If they weren’t hard before, they certainly were after, and their embarrassment at my knowledge of their arousal was visibly evident on their red faces. I would assure them with a coy smile however, that I appreciated their adoration and that I wished to thank them for the lesson, privately.

Once we’d reached the backroom, I’d tie the lucky, or unlucky, man’s limbs down to a chair first before beginning to slip out of my clothes with sensuous grace. I would take my time, casually letting the straps of my dress slide off my shoulders, and then slowly peel the skin tight fabric down until only my naughty sheer panties remained. In the same leisurely manner, I’d strip him down as well, until he was completely exposed. By this time, he would usually be desperate for any sort of physical stimulation on his engorged member, but I would ignore it, choosing instead to tickle and lick its surroundings first, smiling as I watched the pre-cum stream down his shaft. It’d only be after he’d begged me multiple times, that I’d squirt some lubricant into my hand and finally begin to stroke his rock hard cock. I’d alternate between fast and slow, short and long, and sometimes I would stop altogether, causing him to cry out in frustration. I’d bring him to the brink of orgasm over and over again, but always stopping before he could climax. Oh how badly his balls must’ve ached, but I was a mean mistress. I would ask him how badly he wanted me, how much he wanted to fuck me, how much he needed to cum, and I’d make him beg me to let him. If he did a good job, I’d reward him by letting him feel the warmth of my wet pussy as I rubbed and grinded it against him, eventually teasing it against his cock, but never letting him in. He would thrash and try futilely to thrust into me, but his restraints prevented him.

I can only imagine the amount of explosive desire that must’ve been built up within him by this point, but I wasn’t done with him yet. For the grand finale, I would unhurriedly open several condoms, laying them in a neat row on his lap. Into the first condom, I’d squirt a copious amount of a clear gel before rolling it over his cock. Then, after rolling several more on, I’d gently massage his tightly wrapped member for awhile to ensure that the gel had taken its effect. Once satisfied, I would dramatically straddle him, look him in the eye and ask him if he was ready, and then gently take him in, savoring the sensation. At this point, he would begin to panic, realizing that he was unable to feel my wet delicious pussy wrapped tight around his cock. With a smile, I’d calmly explain that the gel I’d put into the first condom was a localized numbing agent and that that, combined with the several layers of latex around his cock, would effectively prevent him from feeling anything at all. It was the ultimate denial. Then, using him as a life size sex toy, I would pleasure myself, telling him all the while how good it felt and what a pity it was that he couldn’t feel me squirming on top of him. When I’d finally finish with him several orgasms later, I would slowly get dressed, letting the realization that he would never garner any satisfaction from me sink in, before bidding him farewell, leaving his blue balls painfully tormented and him utterly frustrated.

So does that answer your question? Oh, don’t be so embarrassed about the bulge in your pants, that is certainly nothing to be ashamed of! You’d like to know what? If my earlier offer to play a game of pool with you was still open? Of course I’ll play, I can play for hours you know, plus, I quite like you, you’re rather cute!