The Kinksters are Alright

I had written the first part of this chapter for the last series, but couldn't make it fit. It works here. I couldn't let time go by without Calista somehow dealing with all of the anti-trans stuff that is out there. I think she handles it well. Calista has really come into her own and is a strong, dominant woman almost always in control - except, perhaps, with Justin on occasion.

I really appreciate the feedback and I wish more people would comment or email. I love to hear from you!

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Chapter 10

Control

Calista was committed to being the best she could be, no matter what it was. Being Mistress Calista was something she put a lot of her energy into. She loved this work and truly enjoyed the things she got to do with her clients. Her clients are mostly very wealthy people who pay her a lot of money for her to do what she does to them. She worked hard to earn her good reputation. It’s not like she needed the money, but she used what she earned at the dungeon to pay Kwang a generous salary and provide funding for an organization that helps homeless LGBTQ+ youth. 

While she enjoyed most of her clients, there was one client that made her uncomfortable. He was a right-wing state legislator from upstate New York who drove down once a month to be punished by her. He was a dreadful, hateful man. Representative Micah Withers was also a hypocrite. He got off getting tortured by the very type of person he spewed hate about every day.

It was Kwang who recognized him from a news story about him introducing some nasty anti-LGBTQ bills. He had the worst things to say about trans people. He referred to trans folks as ‘mutants,’ ‘freaks of nature,’ and ‘a danger to our children.’ One of his speeches was so vile, it made Calista cry. She wasn’t even able to watch it all. 

Representative Withers was an average looking redhead, probably around 32 or so. He had a typical ‘dad bod’ and an average sized cock. Of course, he was married to a beautiful woman that he was always showing off, along with his four children. He claimed to be the ultimate family man who would fight for traditional values. Instead, he was a creep who liked to beg his trans mistress to make him feel pain. He usually came down for a two hour session of pain and abuse.

Her name was given to him in an online forum for creeps like him. He contacted her not long after she had started. Unfortunately, Calista still had not figured out the best way to vet clients and she accepted him. He’d been there four times already. She learned what he was just two sessions ago. 

He was a terrible man. Calista and Kwang disliked him immensely. Just last week he said some of the most hateful things yet about trans people. He introduced a bill to deny all trans people any kind of medical care. It would even make going to another state illegal. She was furious. She showed Jack the news story and he assured her that bills like his had no chance in a state like New York. He also promised to find a way to end his career. She was tempted to blackmail or expose him, but decided not to complicate matters.

Instead, she tortured him with everything she had. He truly suffered at her hand - the hand of a trans woman. At first, even though she was still conflicted about him, she kept allowing him to come to her.  It was a secret she and Kwang would keep to themselves, but it gnawed at her. Even taking his money made her feel guilty. So, today he was definitely going to suffer and it would be for the last time. 

Once he arrived, Kwang would walk him to the room he would be abused in. He would be ordered to strip and stand naked in the middle of the room. Calista would make him wait, she would let him sweat and get all anxious.

He shook with fear as Calista walked into the room, followed by Kwang. She was a vision in latex, her ample 32D breasts and curvy hips tucked tightly into a black, semi-transparent three quarter length sleeveless latex dress with red accents. She wore long latex gloves and five inch heels that made her tower over her subject at almost 6’10” tall. Kwang wore nothing but a matching pair of tight latex boy shorts, black boots and a collar. She stood in front of Micah who instinctively dropped to his knees. She was already feeling dirty - and not in a good way. Kwang rolled over a cart with the evening's accessories on it. 

Calista commanded him to raise his arms up so Kwang could cuff and tie them. He was attached to a hook connected to a chain that was linked to a hydraulic lift. Before Micah was lifted up, she stepped on his cock and balls, applying as much pressure as she could. He wailed in pain at the unexpected pain. 

“What the fuck was that?” He shouted. This did not make Calista happy. She slapped his face with all her force, knocking him to the floor.

“If you ever speak to Mistress like that again, I will stomp on your balls until they bleed! Don’t you EVER talk back to me, Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Kwang hit the switch on the lift and pulled him up until his feet were barely touching the floor. He winced in pain as his body stretched uncomfortably. 

Calista began her torture, Kwang handing her everything like a nurse in an operating room. She started with a pair of shiny little alligator clamps, connected by a thin chain about a foot long. She teased and pinched his left nipple, playing with it until it was erect. “You have such cute little nips,” she said sarcastically, “they look just like pencil erasers!” Calista opened one of the clamps and adjusted it over his left nipple until she was satisfied. She then released the jaws and let the sharp teeth of the clamp close on him. Micah shouted out in pain. Calista and Kwang giggled as she went through the same process with his right nipple, getting another yelp from him when the sharp teeth bit. 

“They’re very sensitive, aren’t they Kwang?” Calista said to her assistant with a mischievous grin. “Indeed, Mistress, very much so, Mistress,” he responded. Then she gave the chain connecting his nipples a couple of sharp tugs, pleased with Micah’s pained reaction. 

“Now let’s get your balls properly prepared for their torture.” Calista was grinning, her tone much more malicious. “First, we’re going to need to get this pathetic thing out of the way.” She was lightly stroking his cock as she said this, which made Representative Asshole get an erection harder than he thought possible, given the circumstances. He kept crying out as Calista did her work. “You really need to be quiet, you repulsive loser, or I will make this much worse,” she smirked as she smacked him in his face again. 

“Y-y-y-y-yess, Mistress…ssssssorry.”

Kwang had made a loop in a thick leather cord at its midpoint and handed it to Calista who looped it over his cock. She pulled it very tight, then wrapped it around his cock a few more times a couple of inches behind its bulging head. Then she took the loose ends and passed them through the chain connecting his nipples and pulled them until his cock was stretched upright as far as possible. This also exerted a maximum pull on his nipples, now painfully stretched by the nasty little clamps. Micah had tears running down his face and was breathing heavily. It all seemed so simple, but was all so very painful.

Calista stood back and let Kwang have a little fun tugging at the cord and painfully pulling on Micah’s nipples and cock. He was clearly hurting badly as he strained to not flail, which made things worse. “You can just scream out your safe word,” Calista snapped, “what is it again? Transphobia?” He was stunned by her blatant reference to him. Fearing something terribly painful, he just whimpered back at her. 

Using a nylon rope this time, Kwang doubled it over and created a loop at the center of the cord. Calista looped the cord around the top of his ball sack and pulled it tightly. She then wrapped the cord around multiple times and tied it in place. This pulled his balls down as far as possible. She had Kwang tie the other ends of the cord to each of his ankles. Basically, everytime he moved, he would pull on his balls.

Kwang handed Calista a simple paint stirrer. She slapped it in her hand as she spoke to her victim. She needed to scare him. She played mind games with him, making him very nervous.

“You understand you are being punished?”

“I understand Mistress Calista.”

“Just as you deserve for saying those terrible things, correct?”

He looked at her with absolute fear in his face. He turned bright red and began to sweat. “Y-Y-Y-Yes. I understand Mistress Calista?” Micah said breathlessly.

“Are you asking me or telling me, Representative?” Letting on that she knows all about him had him so scared, he pissed himself. Normally, employment and other personal details wouldn’t be a part of the scene unless the client wanted it to be. He wanted complete discretion. 

“Did you just piss on my very nice floors?” She shook her head. “Kwang, please pull on his ropes and chains. Make him scream.”

As Kwang tugged at all of the various ropes and chains on him, he let out a blood curdling scream and began to cry.

“That’s enough, Kwang. Now, where was I? Oh…Do you understand that I am going to smack your balls with this little stick?”

“Y-Y-Y-Yes, M-M-Mistress C-Ca-Ca-Ca-lista.” He was now well beyond afraid.

Calista rested the flat stick lightly on his bound testicles, then pulled one end of it back about six inches, bending the stick like a slingshot. She let go.

“GAAAHHHHHH!!! FUUUCCCKKKKK!!! AAAAAAARRRGGGHHH!!!” Micah screamed out as the stick hit his balls. He caused himself even more excruciating pain as he twisted and writhed, pulling on the various ropes and clamps attached to him.

Kwang held him in place and she gave his balls another smack. Micah screamed out again. Calista and Kwang just stood there laughing. “That was a loud hit, Mistress!” Kwang yelled. Calista just giggled back. 

Calista continued. Eight more smacks, in rapid succession. Micah’s response was to just gnash his teeth and groan. “See! Not so bad! You’ve had ten already.”

Ten more smacks, within seconds of each other. Micah started to drool. Between the smacks to his balls and his squirming pulling on everything else, he was seriously suffering. His breathing was labored and sweat was rolling down his chest and off his head.

“Here, Kwang, take a few shots yourself.”

“Oh, thank you so much Mistress.” He administered ten more resounding smacks, all at different points on Micah’s balls. Calista nodded and he gave ten more. She took his balls in her hand and gave them a squeeze. He yelped. They were red and swollen.

“Nice work, young man, it looks like they’re swelling a bit,” Calista mused, continuing to fondle his tightly bound nuts. “They are even turning color, Mistress!” 

“Are you doing OK, loser?” Calista asked her victim. “I don’t want to do any permanent damage because you’re too stupid to use your safe word.” 

“I don’t know,” he responded. 

“Ok, Representative Asshole. Now I get to hit you some more.”

“Wait! What? More? No more, please.”

“Awww, poor baby can’t handle his balls being beaten. It probably hurts less than the beatings young trans girls suffer because of you.” Calista was no longer hiding her hatred for him. He shook and cried.

“Mistress, NO! Please let me go. This is not what I paid for. You can’t do this to me!”

“You know what to say. If I don’t hear the safe word, I don’t stop. These are your rules, not mine.” She waited. He was clearly aroused. He said nothing.

Calista gave him another 30 smacks, ten at a time. Poor Micah cried and screamed as she did. She yelled the names of girls who had died, making him horribly uncomfortable. 

She had Kwang remove the clamps and untie everything. She lowered him enough so he could stand on his own, but he was too weak to, so he just hung there. There was still more to come. The comments that the Representative made were so offensive and Calista thought about them again. They really bothered her and she became even angrier. 

“I am not a fucking mutant, you asshole.” She whispered in his ear. She was going to make this man suffer more than usual. She lowered him a little further and had Kwang put a hood on him, then raised him off the floor again.

“What are you doing? STOP THIS NOW!! Why are you covering my face?”

“It will be so much better for you if you don’t know what’s coming. Come on baby, you know you want this. Of course, you can always say your safe word…” 

There was more awkward silence. She and Kwang looked at each other. She worried she was going too far. She could tell he was looking up at her under the hood. He took a deep breath and spoke plainly. “No, Mistress Calista. Please don’t stop Mistress Calista. I deserve this, Mistress Calista.” Was it possible he was feeling guilty? 

Kwang raised him back off the floor and they went to it, flogging Micah with abandon. He was desperately flailing about, letting out guttural noises. Drool and probably tears were dripping down from the hood. He was truly suffering. It gave Calista a sense of satisfaction to hear him cry out in agony. She continued to call out the names of victims of trans violence as she hit him. They were hitting him so hard and so much, his skin was breaking. Some of his welts were bleeding. They went at it another five minutes or so, then Kwang stopped. He saw the darkness in Calista’s eyes and touched her arm.

“Mistress? Calista? Do you think we should not anymore?”

Calista stopped and took a deep breath. She decided he’d almost had enough. She pointed at the spray bottle on the cart. It was rubbing alcohol. Kwang grabbed it and shot a spray from the bottle on Micah’s chest. He let out a blood-curdling scream. Kwang slowly walked around him spraying his welts.

Micah was mumbling under the hood. He sounded like he was crying, begging Kwang to stop. He sounded seriously scared and in pain. Kwang just kept going, walking around, spraying him all over. Calista was pleased with her boy and how well he was doing. Micah was in so much pain, he just stopped making noise. He didn’t move anymore. He had passed out from the pain. Micah was hitting his limits for the day. Calista had just a little more in store for him. 

Kwang headed over to the wall that had the dildos and toys. He browsed the dildos looking for a few fun toys to use. Calista wanted big ones and Kwang did not disappoint, choosing two enormous dildos. He also chose a smaller one, for his mouth. In previous visits, Micah had her fuck him with various sized dildos, but none this big.

Being so tall, it was easy for Calista to reach Micah’s mouth. She raised the hood and rammed the small dildo into his mouth a few times, then left it in. “Don’t you dare drop that, sweetie. I’ll get the floggers out again.” He just nodded.

The first dildo was about 12 inches long and thick. “A good one to start with, very smart Kwang.” Kwang nodded and lubed up the dildo and his ass, she placed the tip of the dildo against his hole and then in one thrust rammed it into his ass. He lets out a muffled scream through the dildo in his mouth. Calista kept ramming it into his ass over and over, fucking him hard. She pulled it out, smacked him in the face with it and tossed it to the floor. “Next, please Kwang.”

The next dildo was 15 inches long and much thicker. Calista lubed it up and shoved it in as hard as she could. Her and Kwang laughed as he squirmed and cried. She slowly impaled Micah and then slowly pulled it out. She did this a few times, giving him a false sense of security. She gave Kwang the honors and let him shove it in and mercilessly rape his ass with it. He was a good Dom. She was teaching him well. 

Finally, it was close enough to the two hour mark. They stopped fucking him and lowered him to the ground. Kwang untied the ropes and cuffs and he collapsed in a puddle of his own piss. She looked at the hateful man there and had terrible thoughts in her head. She could keep going. She could torture him even more. He was powerless against her. She hated how she was feeling. She knew she needed to stop before she did something she would regret.

“I shouldn’t be, but I’m feeling generous right now. I’m going to stop even though you deserve to suffer.” She knelt down and held his head up, “I should make you feel so much pain that you feel it every time you call people like me mutants. I should make you feel like those trans girls who are beaten because of people like you. You’re such a weak, spineless bastard. How dare you fucking come here and beg this beautiful, powerful transgender woman to get your fucking rocks off, and then go to work and say such things about me. Fuck you.”

He was shaken by her. He feared what she’d do. He feared being exposed. “Mistress. Mistress, please. You are a generous goddess. I do not deserve your attention or mercy. Please don’t go to the press. Don’t tell anyone, please!! It will ruin me!”

“You have three minutes to get dressed and get the fuck out of here. This was your last session with me. Find another girl to tickle your transphobic ass.”

“But Mistress! I love you Mistress! I need you Mistress!”

She ignored his protestations and walked away holding back tears. She wouldn’t dare cry in front of him.

***

A shaken Calista was sitting at the edge of the chair leaning forward. She felt terrible for what had just happened and for even having him as a client for so long. She hated how violent she became and was afraid of how far she could have gone. After she called Jack to help calm her down, she and Kwang started drinking champagne. He had his arm around her, trying to comfort her. 

“That was awful. I never want to go through that again.”

“I am sorry Calista. It was dark and heavy. He was a bad man. I am proud of you, Calista.”

“For what? He still got some pleasure out of that. He wouldn’t say his safe word. HE WAS ENJOYING IT!! How could I even let him in here?”

“You are not bad, Calista. You did your job to pleasure him. You cannot help his badness. What you did to him was important. You made him afraid. He will shake for you all night.”

After she pieced together his odd way of phrasing things, she realized what he was saying. “Yes, I guess you’re right, Kwang. He is scared we are going to expose him. He’s worried. So, fuck him. We did good. Thank you for making me feel better. More champagne?”

“I would like to really make you feel better, Calista. May I do things to you?”

“You may always do things to me, Kwang.”

There was nothing Kwang loved more than to truly worship Calista’s feet. Among many of Kwang’s kinks, he had a strong foot fetish. Though when it came to Calista, this was no ordinary desire, Kwang loved her feet with a fierce intensity. He was in awe of Calista in general, but especially loved her feet. She had always known that she had beautiful feet, but she had never known just how much pleasure they could bring to someone, which in turn, gave her immense pleasure.

She leaned back on the couch, her feet extended in front of her. Kwang sat on the other end with her feet in his lap. He lifted them up, one by one, his tongue trailed up and down each of her toes, exploring each of them. He lightly bit down on each toe before gently sucking them into his mouth. He used his tongue to trace intricate patterns on Calista's feet, making circles and figure eights around each toe as his hands cupped and caressed them. Calista was panting heavily, her heart racing, as she watched her beautiful boy worship her feet.  

As he continued to kiss and nibble at her toes, she felt a surge of pleasure coursing through her body, making her arch her back and moan out loud. It felt as if he was unlocking some hidden part buried deep within her soul with each stroke of his tongue. He lavished attention on the delicate arch of her foot, running his hands over the smooth skin. His mouth settled in the hollows of her ankles, sending shivers radiating through Calista's entire body. He paused at her heel to admire its shape before licking it from top to bottom. As he moved back up to her toes, Calista felt herself getting lost in a trance-like state as every lick sent sweet sensations coursing through her veins. 

“My goodness, Kwang! You make me melt!” Calista whispered as she rolled off the couch onto the floor. Kwang carefully undressed her and then took off his own clothes. He licked up and down her legs and while not as attentive as he was to her feet, he still made her shudder. Her cock was hard and standing at attention. He climbed up on top of her, spit onto his hand and rubbed his ass.

Kwang looked down at her with a sweetness that made her heart flutter. He was such a darling boy. He knew exactly what she wanted, and he was more than happy to oblige. He lowered himself down, just above Calista's hard cock and braced himself as her tip slowly entered his tight hole, inch by inch until he felt the full length of her inside him. His body quivered as Kwang began to ride her - each stroke making them both moan louder. 

Calista was breathless as Kwang moved faster and deeper, riding her tool, bouncing up and down on her. She loved fucking Kwang so much, being inside of him felt so good. She let out a loud moan as he felt the pressure beginning to build. Calista gripped his hips tight and held him in place as she pushed her cock up inside of him, thrusting even harder and faster. 

“Please Calista! Fill the inside of me! I want the cum inside of me!” Kwang cried out as Calista kept pumping him. 

She wanted to be kissing him when she came, so she pulled herself up, wrapping her arms under his and pulling them into an embrace. Calista's lips met Kwang's with an impassioned force. She closed her eyes, savoring his sweet taste and the gentleness of his touch. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, as she finally reached her climax. They continued to make out as she pumped ropes of cum into her boy. Kwang took a moment to admire her beauty, the curves of her body and the way her skin felt against his.

He took a deep breath and touched her breasts. Even after all this time together, he was still unsure about how to deal with Calista's tits. He had never touched breasts this way before and he enjoyed playing with hers. She encouraged him, but he still approached cautiously. With her cock still inside of him, and still hard, he leaned in to kiss her tits. As his lips touched her nipples, he felt her body tense up in anticipation. The sensation was so incredible for both of them as he continued to kiss and nibble on her nipples. He wanted to make love to them. 

His mouth became more demanding, licking, sucking, biting, she responded by pushing her cock deeper into him. He let her fuck him some more before he finally did what he had been so afraid to do up until now. He felt the heat radiate throughout his body, and he knew he was right where he wanted to be.

Before he lifted himself off her cock, he moved his hands over her breasts, caressing them. Kwang shook off his nervousness and lifted himself up, edged his hips forward and brought his cock to her chest. As he trembled, he pushed her down onto the floor, holding her firmly in place as he slowly began to thrust his cock in between her tits. 

"Yes Kwang! Yes!" Calista gasped out.

Kwang had never done this before, but he knew they both wanted it. He continued to tease her nipples as he pumped his cock in between her tits. He could feel her nails digging into the skin of his back, and he knew that she was just as excited as he was. He slowly released her arms from his grip and allowed them to drop to her side as he continued to thrust his cock between her breasts. She then began to rub her breasts up and down his shaft to match his movements.

The feeling was indescribable. Kwang felt a sensation through his cock like nothing before, it rushed through his body like a wildfire, his heart pounding. He continued to move his cock in between her breasts, faster and faster, as she pushed against her tits squeezing his shaft. 

They both seemed lost in the moment, as if in a trance. He rocked his body back and forth, panting and calling out something in Korean that was an obvious sign of absolute pleasure. Kwang felt himself close to his breaking point, he put his hands over hers and they massaged, pushing them against his throbbing cock. 

Calista was so worked up, she shouted out and shot another load of cum, splashing it all over Kwang's back. As he felt her warm seed on his body, he let out a low growl, thrusting himself one last time, an explosion of jizz spraying on her face. 

The warmth of Kwang's cum on her face felt so good. Calista rolled her head back and let out a loud, contented sigh. Kwang crumbled onto her, breathing heavily. After a few moments of silence, they both looked at each other and giggled a little. 

"That was very new, Calista. I like your breasts. I did not think I could like them. They are fun."

"They are, aren't they? I'm so happy you finally got up the nerve to do that! You are the first boy to fuck my tits! I'm so excited!!" Calista reached over her head and clapped her hands joyfully.

"I will like to fuck them more again."

***

More than a month after the disappointment of her reunion with her boys, Calista had moved on. She loved Harrison and Blaze and knew this would pass, but for the time being, she was just making time for herself. While she occasionally exchanges texts with Blaze, she hasn’t spoken to Harrrison since then.

Even before the trip to Miami, Calista had fallen into a rhythm in her life that she was very happy with. She loved living in New York. Aside from her dungeon and being Mistress Calista, she also worked on her clothing line. It was something she was finally ready to introduce to the world and planned to open a boutique up next to her dungeon space in the building she owned. The building would be sort of a yin and yang - one business out in the open and one kept behind closed doors.

Calista had made many friends, especially with other trans folks. She hosted small dinners and parties at her condo, or they went to clubs and concerts together. They had a local bar that they liked to hang out at. Calista was also helping her community. She had joined the boards of two LGBTQ+ organizations and was becoming known as a generous philanthropist even beyond the queer community. Calista was determined to give away as much of her money as she could.

Kwang was always by her side. They had developed a very special relationship. They loved each other and enjoyed being with each other. Kwang took care of Calista. He made sure she ate properly, he took care of the condo and her laundry. He was a close partner in both businesses. He was simply there for her, never letting her feel lonely. They shared a powerful sexual relationship and were very intimate with one another.

While Harrison and Aidan had significant numbers of sexual encounters, Calista was happy doing just the opposite. She was content with Justin and Kwang. They were all she ever needed. She would have an occasional threesome with Kwang when she felt particularly frisky, but otherwise she was content enjoying her men. Even with the two of them, Calista was happy to just cuddle and watch a movie together rather than constantly fucking all the time. 

The one thing she wanted more of was Justin. As his role expanded in Jack’s empire, Justin traveled a lot. Between the liquidation of large parts of Jack’s portfolio and a series of new projects, Justin was a busy man. He traveled all over the world dealing with the business. Calista joined him at times, and when he wasn’t on the go, he was in New York with her. Justin was pleased that Kwang was a part of their relationship. He knew how well Kwang took care of her and he appreciated the companionship he provided her. 

***

After a long trip, Justin had come home for a few weeks. More and more, ‘home’ was the condo in New York. Kwang and Calista were sitting on the terrace playing Uno and drinking champagne. Justin’s flight was delayed, so he was running late. Justin walked in, dropped his bags and stood in the middle of the living room. Calista was so wrapped up in the game, Kwang had to tell her to turn around. Calista squealed, threw her cards in the air and darted inside. She jumped on Justin, giving him a huge hug before she let herself down and stared at him.

Calista didn't have to say a word. The look in her eyes spoke volumes, conveying her deep love for Justin and how happy she was to see him. His own deep blue eyes met hers in an unending gaze of devotion and tenderness. Justin leaned in and their lips met with a gentle kiss. His arms snaked around her body, drawing her in closer with every passing second as he became more aggressive, squeezing her tightly against him. Kwang stood at the window watching this display of love between his two favorite people.

At one time, Justin held back, keeping his aggression at bay. As they grew further into their relationship, his roughness increased as he learned how far he could go. Justin didn’t hold back anymore, he roughly devoured her neck, frantically licking and biting every inch of it savagely. His longing for her drives him to ravage her. She screamed loudly as she felt his thirst for her burning through him. Kwang was now leaning against the window, his hand down his sweats, grasping his hardening cock. It was not unusual for him to be on the sidelines of Justin and Calista having sex. He loved to watch them and they liked knowing he was there taking it all in.

Frantically, they tore off their clothes, unable to contain their lust any longer. Justin's hands roamed over Calista's body, caressing her every curve. Calista responded eagerly, her hands exploring Justin's muscular chest and running through his hair. 

“Oh god, Justin…I…I…” Calista stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn't think of anything else to say. “I missed you so much…”

“Fuck, baby girl…I missed you too…” Justin said breathlessly.

Justin picked Calista up, his massive monster standing ready, precum dripping down its length like its own lubrication. He got her into a position just above his cockhead.

“Justin…please…please…I want you inside me…please…”

"Oh yes, baby girl...I will be..."

Justin looked deep into her eyes and could see the intense desire that she had. He could feel her love for him in that moment. Slowly, he started pushing her down on his throbbing cock as Kwang watched with awe at how Justin’s shaft disappeared within her. Instead of screams of pain that used to accompany Justin's entry, now there were rapturous moans from Calista.

“FUCK! Justin! Do it! PLEASE FUCK ME!!”

He forced himself all the way in as Calista screamed alarmingly loud enough for Kwang out on the terrace to hear her clearly. Hearing this made his dick jolt as he vigorously masturbated. Justin let out a grunt as he lifted Calista and then pressed her back down onto him. His tremendous power was evident as he thrust her up and down on his beast like some sort of plaything. He was fucking her standing up with her in his arms, driving her downward, then hoisting her off his manhood, forcibly impaling her.

Her cries of pleasure filled the air. Her face was flush with arousal, and she panted heavily, her eyes glazed over. She clung to him, her body wracked with powerful tremors as he filled her deeper and faster. His thrusts grew increasingly hard and demanding.

Calista’s ecstatic shouts gave way to abrupt gasps. Justin once feared hurting her, breaking her. Now, it gave him a rush to know he was hurting her, ripping her apart, inflicting fierce pain on her. The pain Calista was feeling was an incredible pain that rivaled any pleasure a man could give her. This pain had become something she craved and desired. Justin kept thrusting relentlessly as if there was no end in sight. 

Calista was trembling with exhaustion and sweat as Justin unleashed his power upon her. His howls were like a wild beast, driving her further into wave after wave of pleasure and anguish. His domination was absolute as he kept going, relentless in its intensity. Her body shook as she kissed him, submitting to his unstoppable force.

Kwang was pressed against the window, thoroughly enjoying every second of this passionate show. He was a true voyeur, he loved watching people have sex. He loved being right there as it happened. Sometimes, he would even be on the bed with them as they fucked like animals. Other times, he’d hide in a dark corner. 

Just like she did every time Justin fucked her, Calista wanted it to last forever. Justin eased up for a more gentle fucking, raising her off his cock with a slow and steady grip before slowly pushing back down again. He took his time, allowing both of them to savor the pleasure of this moment. They kissed throughout the rest of their lovemaking, their connection always so intense as Justin penetrated her deeper and more sensually. Sensations of pain and pleasure mixed together as she let out a soft moan. Justin's body shook as he came closer and closer to breeding his baby girl, the pressure building inside him. She could always sense when Justin was about to cum.

“Oh yes, my alpha man. Please fill me with your seed. Yes…please give it to me. So much…I can’t take any more…fill me up! Oh yessssss….” Her whole body convulsed as his eruption sprayed deep inside her.

“Oh baby girl. Oh fuck…this is amazing…fuck…” He felt his monster pulse and as it fired sticky ropes of cum over and over.

Calista could feel it throughout her body, the warmth of his seed filling her up. Justin came so much, it was oozing from her torn apart hole. He slowly lifted her off him and gently set her down on a nearby chair. She felt an emptiness, as if his cock belonged there. His cum drooled out of her gaping hole. He knelt on the floor next to her and took her cock into his mouth. Within seconds she was shooting her own load into his throat. Kwang was blasting his cum all over the window and then slid down to the ground to rest his spent body. The intensity was so strong, it was as if he had been right there in the middle of it with them.  

***

Calista had been working on her own line of clothes for a long time. It is what eventually got her noticed and how she ended up in New York. Everyone around her told her how incredible her designs were. Her professors at Parsons were blown away at the things she was creating. Calista is an exceptional talent. 

The Dean of the School of Fashion at Parsons was especially impressed with Calista. He is someone whose teaching and scholarship centers around the intersectional fashion experiences of trans and queer people. He saw great promise in Calista and was especially excited about her opportunities as a trans woman. 

A friend of the Dean was discussing the show he was moving to Broadway from London. He wanted to completely redesign the costumes and wanted someone new and unknown, someone he could influence, but who was still independent enough to create incredible designs. The Dean recommended he meet with Calista. 

Calista and Kwang were sitting at one of their favorite restaurants waiting for Jack to arrive, he got stuck in traffic on his way from the airport. Her phone rang.

“I can answer it for you, Calista.” Kwang offered.

“I don’t know the number, it's probably nothing.”

“Let me find out for you?” 

“OK, as long as we’re just sitting here.”

Calista handed Kwang the phone and he answered it just in time. He chatted with the man on the other end of the phone for a few minutes. He had a series of questions he would ask anyone calling to see why they were calling and whether it was worth her time to talk to them. Kwang had become quite a good assistant. This call sounded important, he put the man on hold.

“This is an important call, Calista. He sounds important. He is a friend of Dean Barry.”

“Really? OK, I’ll take it over there. Keep an eye out for Jack.”

The person on the other end of the phone explained why he was calling, what he was looking for and how he came to find her. He pitched the idea, but made it clear he needed to meet with her and make sure it was a good fit. Calista was so excited, she stopped listening at some point and tried to keep herself from screaming.

“Did you just say Broadway play?”

“Yes, it’s a play I’m bringing in from London. It’s been there for 70 years. The costumes are one of the few things that I want to refresh. Ben said you would be perfect.”

“You know I don’t have a degree or anything yet, right?”

“Yes, I know. We’re willing to take a chance on someone new. It’s not a done deal yet. We need to meet first.”

“I can be there in ten minutes.”

The man laughed. “We can wait until tomorrow. How about 11 am?”

“I will be there. Wherever there is, I will be there!”

“Great. I’ll send over the details. Bring your drawings and that fabulous energy Ben says you have.”

Calista was standing in the back of the restaurant in a hallway near the kitchen. She was beyond excited but didn’t want to draw attention to herself so she ran through the kitchen and out the back door. She startled the kitchen staff as she did. Once outside, Calista let out a series of euphoric squeals while dancing around and clapping her hands, all while crying joyful tears. It took her close to ten minutes, but she managed to get herself together and she walked back around to the front of the restaurant to head back to her table. Jack was sitting there with Kwang when she returned. She wasn’t expecting Harrison to be there too. She’d have probably been more annoyed had she not been in such an amazing mood.

Jack stood up and Calista gave him a big hug. Harrison figured he wasn’t welcome, so he just sat there. Calista was too happy to be a jerk to him. “Stand up, Harry, I’m in such a fabulous mood, I can’t even be mad at you. We need to hug. A really big hug.” Harrison stood and they hugged tightly. This moment would warm the chill between them.

“Oh my gawd, Jack! It was a Broadway producer and he wants me to design the costumes for a play! A Broadway play!!”

“That’s amazing! You are really taking off!”

“I wouldn’t be here without you, Jack.”

“This is all you, Calista. I just gave you what you needed so you only needed to worry about you. You made this happen.”

“I’m…um, I’m really proud of you Calista. I knew you’d be awesome. I mean it, I’m really proud and happy for you.” Harrison said shyly.

Calista sat silently for a moment, looking at Harrison. She began to cry. “Thanks Harrison. That means so much to me. You helped me get here too.” She reached out and they hugged again. “I’m not letting you off the hook, but I am really happy you’re here…and I love you so much.”

“So, does this mean you’re not gonna fuck me in the bathroom after dinner?”

“Harry!” Calista shouted just before laughing. Things seemed to be a little more back to normal. 

“I can give you fucks in the bathroom if you want them!” There was a slightly awkward silence before everyone laughed again. No one was quite sure if Kwang was in on the joke or if he was serious.

***

Dinner went well. Everyone had a good time and there was no bickering. Jack felt like the situation with Calista and Harrsion might be working itself out, just as he expected. They’re like family, even stronger than family since they are chosen family. He knew they’d work things out, at least enough to not stay mad at each other. 

After dinner was over, Calista had a surprise. “I was originally intending to take Jack out tonight, but since you showed up unexpectedly, Harry, I think I should take you out instead. Are you up for it?”

“As long as this isn’t a trap where you spend the rest of the night berating me for the things I like.”

“We’re well beyond that now. It will be fun! I will take you to a fabulous bar where you’ll meet some of my friends and we’ll drink and dance the night away!”

“That sounds…like lots of fun! Let’s hit it!”

“Jack, do you mind? I was thinking you and Kwang could hang out? He knows of some fun places too that you probably haven’t been to. Or maybe you can show him around!”

“I love how you just plan everything for everyone, Calista. I think it is a good idea for you and Harrison to hang out tonight and I would love to have Kwang show me around to his favorite places.”

“Calista, I am very nervous. To be with Mr. Jack alone is nervous.” Kwang whispered to Calista as he pulled her aside.

“Kwang, you will do fine. Show Jack a good time. I know you can. He adores you. When the night is over, go back to his hotel with him and really show him a good time. You said you wanted to.”

“I do. I am excited. And nervous. We will have the fun.”

***

Calista wanted to make up to Harrison. She felt bad that they had such a falling out. She was still worried he was getting into something he’d regret, but she didn’t want to let that get in the way of their relationship. She needed to ease up on her admonishments. It was a spur of the moment decision to take him out that night. She didn’t know he was coming and decided to make this the night she made up to him. 

“I hope you’re ok with this last minute adventure. I want to introduce you to some of my friends. Then we’ll go back to my place.”

“Going back to your place sounds fun. Meeting your friends does, too.”

“If you’re good, I might even fuck you in the bathroom at the bar. I know you like that kind of thing.”

“I will be extra good.”

They arrived at a neat little cocktail bar not too far from Calista’s condo. It was a cozy bar decorated like a giant living room with dim lights and lots of comfy chairs. It was very much a neighborhood bar type of place. It was popular with some of the trans folks and was a place that Calista and Kwang hung out at a lot. As soon as they walked in, Calista was greeted with a cheerful welcome from the bartender and one of the patrons. She walked over and kissed the person at the bar and exchanged pleasantries. She blew a kiss at the bartender, a cute trans man dressed in a vest and bow tie. They made their way to the back of the bar where three others were sitting. They all yelled out, “Calista!!”

“Hey girls!” They all stood up and exchanged hugs and kisses.

“Who is this sweet little thing? I thought you were bringing your sugar daddy,” asked a short, heavy latina woman wearing a tight dress and lots of makeup. She had tits for days.

“He’s not a sugar daddy! Anyway, change of plans. This is another person I’ve been telling you all about. It’s Harrison! My brother from the streets! Harrison, this is Imelda, Doreen and Katya. Girls, this is Harrison.”

They all gave Harrison warm hugs, two of them kissed him and the big girl grabbed his ass. “He’s a snack, gurrrl. A tasty snack!”

“Back off Imelda, don’t scare the cutie off. Don’t worry Harrison, she’s not going to bite you,” said Katya, apparently the youngest of the group, nearly the same age as Calista. She was average height and thin with short blonde hair.

“Yeah, her dentures would probably fall out!” said Doreen, the oldest of the group. They all laughed.

The bartender came over and interrupted the banter. Calista ordered Negronis for her and Harrison, after introducing him to the bartender as well. They all settled in, talking and laughing, sharing stories of their various transitions and firing lots of questions at Harrison. Three drinks in, Calista was a little tipsy. She didn’t usually drink cocktails and they were hitting her pretty hard. Harrison was a little more alcohol tolerant, but he was feeling good too. 

“The bathrooms are downstairs. Wanna follow me?”

“You weren’t kidding, were you? Are you sure you’re not just drunk?”

“I’m not too drunk to fuck you. Which I want to do. Now, follow me. That’s not a request, mister.”

Calista and Harrison excused themselves to the snickers of her friends. They knew what was up. Calista had been all over Harrison for most of the night. Katya and Imelda had each been vying for Harrison’s attention as well. Doreen liked girls, so her preference would have been a hook up with Calista. Once downstairs, Calista grabbed Harrison’s arm and led him into one of the three single stall bathrooms and closed the door. It was a small space with just a toilet. The sinks were out in the hall. It was about as clean as a bar bathroom usually is, meaning not that clean.

“I hear you like bathrooms.” Calista said as she unbuttoned Harrison’s pants.

“Hehe. You hear the truth. I love to fuck around in bathrooms. This one is kinda hot.” Harrison wasn’t quite sure what to do, he was still unfamiliar with how to act with Calista. If she were a boy, he’d be getting into his pants, but he didn’t know how to navigate skirts, panties and stockings. 

“We’re about to make it hotter,” Calista whispered as she pushed his pants down and spun him around. She pushed him against the wall over the toilet. He leaned over, hands against the wall and spread his legs. Calista got down on her knees and began eating Harrison’s ass. Being such a talented ass eater, she was driving Harrison crazy as she tongue fucked him and slowly eased her fingers in and out. “I’m going to fist you so hard later.” She said, barely moving her face from his hole. She licked and poked at his hole for a few more minutes and then stood up behind him. She pulled up her skirt and slid down her panties and pointed her hard cock at his entrance. “You ready, Harry?”

“I’m always ready.”

Calista spit down on her cock and shoved it in Harrison’s ass. She went right to pounding him, grabbing at his hips and thrusting her cock in and out. She was going hard and fast. She knew she didn’t have a lot of time and she was turned on by the quick and dirty nature of the experience. Neither of them said a word as she fucked him. Calista gave a few final thrusts and let loose a stream of cum into Harrison’s gut. She quickly pulled out and made a surprising demand, “you need to clean me up before we go back upstairs.”

“Really? You never want that.” Harrison was surprised that Calista would ask him to suck her cock clean since she is so averse to all things dirty and raunchy. It wasn’t as if she was covered in filth, but she wasn’t just a little slimy either. 

“I want you to be happy, Harry and I know you like this. So, DO IT! Quickly, we need to get back to the girls.”

Harrison immediately dropped to his knees and started licking and sucking Calista’s dirty cock. She was slightly disconcerted by how eager Harrison was to suck filth from her cock. She let him go at her for a few minutes and then pushed him off. They quickly put themselves back together and went back upstairs. The rest of the girls welcomed them back with snickers and chortles. “I see your sweet little thing is a little harlot!” Imelda said laughingly. 

“Isn’t Harry just the cutest of sluts! That’s one reason why I love him!”

“His big dick is probably the real reason!” Doreen shouted.

After some more drinking and laughing, Calista declared it was time to go. They walked home from the bar holding hands and giggling at one another. They were acting like two kids who had just met, heading home to hook up for the first time. As they rode the elevator up to Calista’s floor, they made out. Once inside her condo, she poured some champagne for the two of them and they sat on the couch in the glow of the neighborhood lights.

“Harry, I just want to say again how sorry I am for being such a jerk to you.”

“You don’t have to apologize anymore. We’re good. I was mad, but I am over it.”

“This doesn’t mean I’m not going to worry about you.”

“Worry all you want. I’m fine. I promise. I’m just having fun. A lot of fun. I finally feel comfortable experimenting with new stuff and seeing what kinks I’m really into.”

“I know. It still worries me that you’ll get in over your head or something. But, let’s not talk about that. Just know I’m here for you if you ever do get into trouble or just need to talk or, you know, whatever.”

“And you will be one of the first people I come to if I ever need someone to help me or just hold me. You know, for all of those years on the streets I had to do what others wanted to do whether I liked it or not. Nothing I ever did seemed fun because it was with someone I wasn’t really into. It was work. We needed the money. Now, I am with a man I love and trust and I have hardly pushed any boundaries with him. And he’s done it all! I’m also with a totally horny, wild boy who will probably do anything and again, I’m not taking advantage of it. There’s lots of boys I am into who are into different things. I’m seeing what I like. I know you don’t like to hear this, but I think I like some things that aren’t, um, normal to you, but you have to respect that this is me and it shouldn’t impact what we are together.”

“Yeah, I guess so. It’s hard for me to think about you doing something I think is disgusting. I just see you a certain way and it isn’t dirty, slutty, depraved Harrison. It’s cute, sweet, happy Harrison. I’ll get used to it. I will.”

“I can be all of those things, can’t I?”

“Yes, you can, Harry. You’ll always be cute, sweet, happy Harry to me, even if I ever let you suck my dirty dick again. That was weird.”

“That was fucking hot. But, I’ll do whatever you want tonight. Just, please, don’t hurt me, ok?”

“No, Harry, I won’t hurt you. I like hurting you, but I won’t tonight.”

From there, Harrison and Calista started making out. They took their time with each other, fully appreciating one another. They slowly removed their clothes until they were both naked. They kissed and kicked at each other, touching each other’s bodies. Harrison, still getting used to Calista’s new body, taking his time to get to know her new curves. This was just the start of a long night of sex between them. 

It started fairly evenly. Harrison and Calista traded kisses and gropes, sucking each other’s cocks and balls, playing with each other’s asses. Calista let Harrison believe he was the one subtly in control. He fondled and sucked on her tits, kissed her all over until he was eating her ass. Finally, he fucked Calista, slowly at first and then with much more aggression. Calista let Harrison have his way with her for a while, then she changed the dynamic.

Calista pushed Harrison down off the couch and onto the floor. She realized a while ago just how much she really liked having sex on the floor. After she rolled him over, she grabbed Harrison’s hips and pulled his ass up and guided him to all fours. He readily submitted to her, wanting to get fucked, thrusting his hips back against her. Wasting no time, Calista slid her cock into Harrison’s hungry hole and started to fuck him vigorously. She loved fucking doggy style and the control it gave her. She loved the feeling of power she got from being in this position. 

With each stroke, she increased the intensity, feeling a deep pleasure as their two bodies came together. She let out moans of pleasure as felt herself getting closer to climax - but she forced herself to hold off and instead bucked harder, grinding against Harrison, pushing deeper into him.

“Oh fuck yes, Calista! Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Fuck your little slut boy!!” Harrison shouted out in delight at the sensation of Calista taking control and fucking him hard. 

Calista dug her nails into Harrison's hips and scratched up his sides and down his legs, leaving deep red marks on his skin. She pounded him with a wild urgency, pushing herself deeper and deeper into him. With each thrust Harrison yowled with pleasure as his body trembled. 

Consumed by the sensation of Calista taking control, her cock pounding his insides like never before, Harrison continued to beg her to fuck him harder, deeper and faster. His cries became screams as he got lost in the intensity of her fucking. She loved hearing his desperate pleas and obliged him with the humiliation he seemed to crave. 

“Yeah, you love this you filthy slut! You fucking nympho! You’re a disgusting pervert! You dirty skanky bitch!!”

Calista pulled Harrison up by his arms and brought him closer to her, grinding her body against his as they moved. Her fucking quickened and intensified, becoming more arousing with every thrust. Calista felt an intense pleasure radiating within her as she bit at Harrison’s shoulder, holding him against her by his neck. They rocked together, moans of ecstasy intensifying with every motion. The orgasm was near, and in a sudden burst of passion Calista began to thrust harder, pushing into the depths of him as though seeking something deeper than just physical pleasure. 

Harrison responded to her intensity, his cock pulsed and throbbed as he felt his own cock explode, spilling his seed all over her floor. Calista felt his climax and let her own cock burst with cum deep into his ass. Once her orgasm had finished, she pushed him back down and pulled out. She saw the mess of cum he’d gotten all over her concrete floor, missing the carpet almost completely. 

“Look at the mess you made, you fucking deviant! You need to lick up every drop of cum you shot on my floor! Do it now!”

Harrison quivered with excitement hearing Calista’s demand. This is exactly what he wanted, to be humiliated and degraded by her. In his mind, he hoped it would escalate, but he knew she had her limits.

Calista stood up and looked at Harrison with a smirk – she had taken charge and it felt really empowering to her. She had been feeling this way for a long time now, but somehow this moment was particularly satisfying. 

They would spend the next several hours, sensually and passionately making love to one another and eventually she would end up fisting him for hours. It would mostly be Calista on top and in control, which Harrison loved.