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Bahama Mama (Wade Amore & ExotikTwilight)

ExotikTwilight

ExotikTwilight

Supernova
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Nov 15, 2019
Kamila Branislava watches as the moving trucked slowly unloaded her belongings into the new mansion she had arrived at barely a few hours prior. The woman, a fashion and porn starlet, had finally had enough of the colder, more mountainous climate where she had grown up and made a name for herself. If it hadn't been for another ice storm, one without power for a few days along with some bursted water pipes, she might not have moved. Well...that was someone else's problem now. She'd sold off her lot of the ruined penthouse, and proceeded to head down south where the worst the weather would do would be a strong heat and heavy rain.

The mansion she picked up was nice too. Snatched at a good price from an older couple, one tired of the increasingly open and sex casual culture of the nearby city, she came down once her affairs were in order and the truck loaded with the multitude of belongings she wanted down first. Too many pieces for the pair of drivers to deal with, they had hired temp help, basically any of the younger adults from the nearby neighborhoods that wanted to make a quick buck.

And so the busty woman, in a white sun hat and sun dress and sandals, with not much on underneath than white panties and a tank top, watched as the delicious, and perhaps curvy, bois went about under the drivers' instructions, bringing crates into the house and slowly unpacking and placing them where Kamila directed.
 
Michelle was one of the several temps hired to help with the move in. He was working odd jobs here and there in town, from a hired house painter, to a lawn mower driver, anything he could get an extra payday from. It was hard getting something official in town, on account he was still a high schooler, and most other places weren't hiring, but he was trying his best to make as much money as he could before school ended. It was already the beginning of October, and he was entering his Senior year of High School. He had already reached the point of hating it when he first joined, but he did as any other high school student would do.

Suck it up and go on with it. And after four years, he was almost done. He was 18, preparing to look at colleges to join, and had some dough in his bank account. Not enough to buy himself a car, let alone a bike that wasn't too crappy, but he was getting there. He didn't know a thing about Kamila, and was only told she was a wealthy woman who needed movers, and since the pay was good, better than it had any right to be actually, he easily took it up. It was a Saturday evening, the sun was out, and Michelle was already getting a sweat going. But, he didn't complain, just keep out of the way and move the boxes into the mansion. A pretty cool looking mansion at that. He had never been in one, and to see it up close like this was magnificent. While it wasn't furnished yet, he could only imagine what it would look like once everything was done.

Unfortunately, in his admiration of the place, as he was making his way into one of the bedrooms by himself, he tripped his leg on one of the boxes. He tried steadying himself, but it only made the crash worse, as he fell chest first onto the carpet floor. The box landed sideways, with the lid popping open, and everything falling out. "Fuck!" He muttered to himself in a panic, worried someone heard his crash, or they'd walk into this mess. Quickly, he crawled around the side to pick up whatever was inside and put it back. To is surprise, however, the box was just filled with... well, leather items. And other such toys.

Like, a lot of BDSM stuff. Half of it didn't even seem like it would fit her, or was even female. Some of this was for men! The hell kind of woman was this?
 
"Oh dear, are you alright?" a female voice asked. If the movers and other bois had heard the crash, they either ignored it or were letting the lady of the house take care of. Sandals making a soft flop flop sound on the floor, the busty Kamila walked over to where Michelle was scurrying about on hands and knees to collect up the items that had spilled. Crouching down next to him, the fragrance of her sweat was strong. It was a pleasant perfume smell, something reminiscent of milk chocolate even, and her skin was warm and smooth to the touch as her arm brushed his as she picked up an item from the floor, a rubber cocksleeve, and place it back into the box.
 
Upon noticing it was his boss, Michelle froze for a moment; eyes wide with panic. Thankfully though, she didn't yell at him. She actually started helping him. He mentally sighed in relief. "U-Uh, ye-yeah, I-I'm fine." He stuttered out in embarrassment, trying to pick things back into the box as quickly as possible. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't see the box on the ground." He explained, before the smell of her perfume finally reached his nose. It was strong, yet its pleasant smell took him by surprise. And her arm, as his brushed against his, made him blush slightly to the silky smoothness. She was gorgeous to say the least, but he didn't feel he was good enough to look her in the eyes, just staring down at the fallen objects. He was just a mover, better not get involved with someone much richer than him.
 
"As long as you're ok...See anything of interest?" Kamila asked, with a little bit of a amused grin at seeing Michelle blush. "Why would a grown woman have such things, even ones that aren't meant for her, right?"

Once the box was packed back up, she gripped the edges and stood up with it as if it weighed nothing, though her hefty breasts jiggled a fair amount even in their top, perhaps intentionally so to make the femboy blush even harder. Turning, Kamila walked over to one of the tables and placed it down, her hips swaying side to side as she did so, the jiggle of her ass perceptible underneath the dress as it clung to her back and ass from the dampness of her sweat.
 
"I, uh... I-I-I don't--" Michelle stuttered, blushing a bit more as he had no clue how to respond. He kept his eyes away from her, and just stared down at the ground once everything was put away inside a box. "I-It's not my place to ask..." He finally said, once she took the box and placed it on the table. His eyes glanced up to her bottom and watched it sway back and forth as she moved, at first admiring her shape, but then feeling guilt at such perverted thoughts, and glaring at her rear like a lustful teenager. Which he was, but tried not to be out of fear of people judging him as some sort of creep.
 
Kamila turned around once the box was placed, catching the boy's eyes wandering over her body. The front of the dress clung to her dampened skin as well, to her stomach and the generous breasts she possessed, packed in as they were by her top. "If you're curious, it's ok. I'm sure a young man like you might be familiar with my line of work?" she asked with a wink.

"Ah..I am keeping you from your work, apologies. Why don't you come see me after? I'll give you a little something extra, for your troubles?"
 
Michelle shook his head, having no idea who she was. Should he? The wink said he should, and considering the toys, he just thought maybe she was a toy designer? Either way, once she excused him, he told her, "Th-Thank you." Nodding to her, before heading off to continue with the boxes. His face was blushing, and a small amount of nervous sweat built up on his face, but once outside her room, he stopped for a moment to breath. She was very nice, but he felt so scared of doing something to anger her, or worse. Seem like a creep as he checked her out. Composing himself a bit more, he went down the stairs, and returned to work.

A couple hours later, once everything was finally inside, and most of the items were unboxed, Michelle made his way back up to Kamila's room, wanting to inform her the work was done. He didn't think she needed to give him anything else beyond what he was going to be paid, he was going to get in, tell her, and get out, not be a bother beyond that.
 
Throughout the day, there were a few comments from the other bois, and especially from the two drives, about Kamila. If she really was the pornstarress, about banging her even if she wasn't. The fembois, though, were a little more excited about getting done by her, since she was a dom and they were, as most fembois were, more submissive.

When he knocked on the door, Kamila bade him to enter. She had changed her clothes in the meantime, out of the dress and undergarments and into a dark grey yoga top and mid thigh length yoga shorts. Like the dress before, these hugged her body closely and it was clear to see there was nothing on underneath. Her nipples poked into the front, making large bumps in the fabric to announce their presence, while the bottom was showing off the cleave of both her ass and her mound of venus.

"For your troubles" she said when she entered, reaching into her cleave and pulling out a hundred dollar bill.
 
"O-Oh!" Michelle didn't expect such a tip. He gladly took it though, gently taking it from her hand and keeping his eyes just locked on her face. He didn't want to unnerve her if he looked down to the rest of her body. He still couldn't help but be infatuated by her though, admiring her lovely eyes. They were like looking into the eyes of a lion, menacing like a predator, but a hint of kindness. He stood there a few moments, admiring them, before realizing what he was doing, and slightly blushing. "Well... T-Thank you, ma'am. I-I'll see you again soon... Hopefully." He didn't know what else to say, and simply put his head down as he walked out the room. He could feel his member grow hard, even in the few minutes together, and felt embarrassment for is body acting this way.

He just simply wanted to leave for his own sake, before he made himself into a fool. He didn't say goodbye to anyone else, just simply walked out into the street to return home, fast-walking across the road where there were no oncoming cars. Of course, in his haste, he forgot something. His phone. Kamila would find it on the living room coffee table. It didn't have a name on it, and no one else there would claim to own it.

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Michelle got home not too long after leaving Kamila's. His curiosity for her got the better of him, and a quick google search landed him with a stunning surprise, although suddenly becoming obvious with the toys in her closet, and how she acted around him.

She was a porn star.

She had dozens of videos of her various porn channels. Professionally shot, so she wasn't just some amateur. She had sponsorships, sold merch, seemingly a few side ventures outside of porn, and... well, a hell of a lot of followers.

He watched at least one of her videos. She was big on dominatrix attires in her videos, and dominating men... Skinny men.... very, very submissive men... these were femboys.

Suddenly he seemed to notice why she liked him. Should he be honored? Horrified? All he knew right now was he felt flustered. When the video ended, he didn't know what to feel. As the day went on, becoming night, his parents came home, and the usual routine happened. They're stressed, tired, and unhappy with things. And before dinner even started, they were already fighting. The fight this time was about money, and how both of them didn't have a good job to afford their way of living. Though it was usually a disguise about how much they just disliked each other in general.

By 7, Michelle realized he had forgotten his phone back at Kamila's, and needing an excuse to get out of here, he snuck out the back door and made his way back to her house. Dressed the same as earlier, Michelle felt nervous seeing her again. He didn't want to annoy her if she was busy. But, he did need his phone back. Once at her front steps, he push the doorbell and waited for whatever would happen next.
 
"Coming!" Kamila called out, and a few moments later there was the sound of her sandaled feet on the floor before the door lock clicked and the woman opened it. "Oh, Michelle! Please, do come in!" she said, gently grabbing his arm and pulling him inside before closing the door. She was wearing a tight fitting yoga attire (https://li0.rightinthebox.com/images/640x640/202007/tqn1593750964796.jpg?fmt=webp&v=1), with mesh patterns over the legs and stomach. Tight fitting enough that the femboy could even see the bumps of her large nipples, and the outline of her pussy through the fabric. And, close to the woman again, he could catch that sweet, faint chocolatey scent.

"Sorry, was doing my evening stretch and relaxation routine...ah, was this yours, perhaps?" she asked, picking up his phone from a small plant stand table near the front door and handing it to him. "Wasn't sure who's it was, no marks on it or anything...and I wasn't about try and go guessing the password" she giggle, holding a hand to her lips. "Would be rather rude of me too, wouldn't it? Young femboys need their privacy."
 
"...... Okay." Michelle didn't really know how else to answer that, he didn't even want to step inside the house out of fear of annoying her. But, she pulled him inside, and just looking at her was intoxicating to him. She had no fear of her body. She would notice him eyeing up her curves, and blinking quickly to put his attention back on her face to not seem like a perv as earlier when they last met. "I-Uhh.... I-I don't mean to interrupt your evening, I just came here to get this and go."
 
"Ah...alright, then" Kamila answered, her voice sounding a bit dejected. "Are you sure you don't want to stay for a little bit? Supper perhaps, or the like?" She was a tad bit lonely, and Michelle had such a cute and nice looking body.

"Ah...if the outfit is a bit...er, much for you..." she continued, realizing exactly how she appeared to the bashful femboy. He wasn't one of those uptight, socially conservative people was he? "...I can change into something that covers up more?"
 
"Oh, nononono!" Michelle quickly told her, shaking his head. "You don't need to change, it's alright. I-I just don't want to make you uncomfortable." He admitted. "I, uh.... Well, I-I'm not so good at talking, and, um... I'm always worried about making s-someone uncomfortable." Even now, he was staring at her feet, and started doing that upon hearing how dejected her voice got when he neglected her offers. He was one giant ball of anxiety and clearly lacked confidence in himself. "I-I'm sorry, I, uh... did-didn't mean to make you feel bad." He held his hands together, with his grip tightening to the point she would notice how red they were getting; squeezing the blood out of his fingers like they were a stress ball.

"I, uh..... I-I guess dinner would be nice." He admitted, blushing a bit.
 
"Apologies, if I'm making you uncomfortable....ah, I know!" Kamila said, reaching out and grabbing Michelle by his hand and pulling him along into her TV room, where a large yoga mat was laid out and the TV was paused on a yoga video. "Perhaps, you'd like to try a little bit with me first? I'm sure you'll find it very calming and relaxing. If you'd like, you can borrow one of my workout outfits."

There was a pause, and she smiled a tad nervously. "The bottoms would probably fit you nicely. You do have very nice hips and thighs. The top, well..." there was a small giggle as she propped up her breasts a bit with her hands.
 
Michelle let Kamila drag him into the other room, curious by what she had in mind. When he saw that she wanted him to try out yoga with her, he didn't quite know how to respond or act. Why would she wanna do yoga with him? He's been nothing but a nervous wreck since he entered this door, and they only met today. Her offer of wearing her clothing also seemed... well, nice, actually. At least until she propped up her breasts with her hands. Then she would see him blush slightly, and let out a nervous chuckle.

"Oh... Hehe... Well, uh, thank you." He replied to her compliment of his hips and thighs. "Yours... do too?" He tried complimenting back, sounding unsure of if that was the right thing or not.
 
The woman gave him a gently smile back. "Thank you."

Opening a drawer, she took out a pair of grey sweatpants to hand to Michelle. It looked like they would fit him snugly. Of course, there would be a bit of a bulge in the front, but Kamila seemed to not mind such at all.

She was a bit of a loss for the top, though, since all of hers had a a bit of a pocket in the front for her breasts that would look a bit awkward on the femboy. "I guess you keep your shirt on?" she asked, putting away another top that wouldn't work. "Or you could always go bare..." The last part was added with a bit of a wink.
 
Michelle gave them a look, and couldn't help but notice the bulge. And Kamila's comment, with her flirtatious wink, made him blush even more. This woman... really didn't care if he had any perverted thoughts, did she? For hard as he tried, the effort was for nothing. She wasn't going to judge. "You'd... be okay with that?" He asked her, wanting to make sure. It wasn't as if she was making him uncomfortable, he was just trying really hard to not make her uncomfortable.

His rigid-body, his stuttering, his glances to the ground to avoid any eye-contact with her, the blushing, Michelle was a very, very, very self-conscious man with very little confidence in himself.
 
"Of course!" Kamila exclaimed, with a giggle. "In fact, if it'd make you feel better, I could ditch my top as well?" she added in, with a wink. "Think of it as a softcore set...of course, I promise I won't go after your privates or anything like that. But, darling, it does look like you could use some limbering up." He looked stiff, to her, and not just right now. From when he was helping her move things in the day before, she could see how stiff his movements had been.
 
"O-Oh." The offer took Micelle off guard. Like he'd seen another woman's breasts before. At least, that's what he thought she meant. "I-I mean... I just, uh..." He suddenly became speechless, unsure of what to say, about her, her offer, or how stiff he was. He took a deep breath, and exhaled, trying to compose himself again. "I-I'm sorry." He finally said, putting his hands into fists lightly, and placing his knuckles together under his chin. "I, uh... I've never been good at... Well, t-talking, and I get n-nervous easily, and-and uh... I-I don't try talking much or-or being seen much. S-So I-I-I'm not used to you being... W-Well nice, I guess."
 
(Apologies for the delay!)

"Ahh..I'm making you uncomfortable, sorry" Kamila apologized, relenting in her teasing when she saw just how out of place it was making the boy. "Well...I can try to help you with that, if you don't mind. There's no reason for me not to be nice, or such! I guess...I'm just very used to being open and flirty with people."
 
"Well...." Michelle blushed slightly, putting his head down slightly. "I, uh.... I do like it." He admitted. He wasn't used to someone being so openly flirty with him, as he was... Well a twig of a man. He had no idea if anyone found him attractive or not. "I'm just not really used to it. No one's really...." He cleared this throat, not wanting to sound pervy if he continued this train of thought. "About yoga!"
 
"Alright then" she gently smiled, taking a step back. Lifting her arms up, she pulled her yoga top off and tossed it to the side, letting her hefty breasts plop free so she was topless just like he was. Taking his hand, she had him sit down and plopped down behind him. "First...hands infront, legs spread, how far can you bend forward without bending your knees?" she asked, placing her hands on his upper back and gently pushing to help.
 
Michelle kept blushing, especially as she actually threw her shirt off. He looked away for a moment, shy to actually see her in such an exposed state. He had never seen a woman do that for him. To be so open in front of a stranger like that. It made him feel... oddly welcomed by her. He looked back, casually staring at her breasts as she approached him. He took deep, slow breathes to keep calm and act normal. Don't do anything inappropriate, and let her do her thing.

He got into position, bending forward to an acute angle. She would feel tension in his back, as the moment he hit the point he couldn't bend anymore, it felt parts of his joints bend backwards like they wanted to go in reverse.
 
Feeling Michelle hit his limit and start to push back, Kamila let him. She plopped back onto her plush rump to catch him, letting him fall back against her chest. Her breasts were soft, and her large nipples pressed into his bare back as se reflexively wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Oops!" she said, honestly and bashfully, letting go of his waist. "Ah..you're a fair bit more stiff than I thought. We'll have to work you through some simpler exercises to limber you out first."
 
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