İçeriğe geçmek için "Enter"a basın

Halloween CD Slut 2

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Anal

Halloween CD Slut 2After I wobbled my way home in the cold, getting sidelong glances from thecouple of people I passed, I collapsed into my bed in my outfit. I couldfeel the squish of cum inside my ass and the wet spot in my panties whereI’d come just from the feel of him fucking me so deeply. I reached into mypanties and rubbed my dick, not like I normally would, but rubbed the frontof it with two fingers under the panties like a girl. I touched my chestand my hard nipples with my other hand. Smelling his sweat and man-smell onmy skin, I came powerfully in my panties, then drifted off to sleep, ahappy, well-fucked girl.The entire next week I couldn’t get the incident out of my head. I wastransfixed by it…and transformed by it. Up until the moment he penetratedme, I had been a completely straight guy in my mind. And for a second, thepain of having someone inside me was so great that I wanted to die. Butthen something clicked. His dick had fit so well inside me, and I couldn’tstop thinking about it.But what did he mean, “meet me at the same spot next week”? Did he mean thebar? The sidewalk? And surely he didn’t mean that I should show up dressedas a girl again…or did he? It wouldn’t be Halloween next week, so Ididn’t have a reason to go out like a girl. I must have looked like a totaldaydreamer at work, because I couldn’t think of anything but what happened,and what was going to happen this week. My friends called me every day thatweek, probably wondering what happened to me when I left the bar that night(if only they knew!), but I sent all of their calls to voicemail and didn’treturn a single one.I was fascinated by my own transformation, how spontaneous it was and howstrong. No part of me even entertained the possibility of NOT meeting upwith him. He was so commanding, and I was so happy to be dominated. I wouldmeet up with him and I would…let him fuck me again? Jesus, I couldn’teven think about it. But of course that was going to be what would happen.As the week went on and I started to formulate a plan, my primary thoughtwas that I didn’t want to disappoint him. Obviously he wasn’t interested inme as a man, so I couldn’t just show up as myself. I had to dressagain. But without the cover of Halloween, I’d have to put in some realeffort at passing.For starters, I needed an outfit. I settled on Forever 21–they had cute,young-looking and sexy clothes there. Plus, the prices were good, so Icould get a few different things and mix and match. God, I WAS turning intoa girl. My favorite was a short black cotton dress with mesh sleeves andshoulders. It was sexy but classy, like what the hot girl would wear to hergraduation party. It was form fitting through the mid-section. Just to makesure I would look great in it, I started a diet. No starch, just proteinand veggies. And no salt. I had to look slender.I bought a real wig, not a cheap Halloween one. It was brunette, below theshoulder with some body to it. Very pretty. Forever 21 also had somecostume jewelry to add to the look. And I picked up a week’s worth ofpanties to wear. My favorites were the low-rise “boy briefs.” The name wasdefinitely ironic, because I looked like nothing but a girl in those tinyslips of fabric.I knew I’d have to get my nails and makeup done, but since I didn’t want tobe revealed at work, I had to wait until the end of the workday onFriday. 5:00 couldn’t come fast enough. I raced home, and started byshaving my whole body smooth. I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to shavearound your asshole, but it ain’t easy. With practice (and I would get somepractice) it gets easier, though.I got dressed up in some of the more casual items I’d picked up: some black”hot pant” shorts that showed off my hottest assets, my legs and butt. Overthat I threw a loose sweater that fell off one shoulder. I put on my wigand a little foundation. I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror–it wasstunning karabağlar escort how passable I was.I walked to a manicure place in my neighborhood. The little Thai ladiestreated me like I was any other customer, though they probably have seen itall, so I took their approval with a grain of salt. I got a French manicureand pedicure, then on a lark got my eyebrows waxed and plucked into finer,more feminine arches. I let the ladies do my makeup too: some smokyeyeshadow and a deep pink lipstick with a heavy layer of gloss. The womensold me extra lip stuff, knowing that I’d probably have to reapply it thatnight. How did everyone seem to know what was going to happen but me?I was ready for a night out as a girl. Or was I? Jesus, I’d really takenthis thing and run with it. Now I was going to put on a little cocktaildress and go be a flirtatious cockslut for the man who had violated me lastweek. What. The. Fuck.I slipped into my dress and tried to let the second-thoughts slip from mymind. I pulled it over the strapless bra and boyshort panties I chose,black to match my dress. The dress looked incredible over my smooth, creamythighs. I looked like the girls I used to lust after. I sat down, beingcareful to keep the high hem of my dress in a ladylike position. There Istrapped on my new wedges, black leather with a four-inch heel. I couldwear such tall heels and still be shorter than my date.I didn’t even know his name.I had first seen him at the bar around 9pm, so I aimed to arrive then. Itook a cab to avoid being seen and detected by my neighbors. The cabbietold me what a pretty girl I was and how lucky my boyfriend was tonight. Isuppose he was right.I clicked my way down the few stone stairs into the darkened bar. It wasearly still and the bar was pretty quiet. Shit, the same guy from last weekwas tending bar. I wondered if he would recognize me. I ordered a vodkamartini, slightly dirty. The bartender complied and treated me just the wayI’d expect him to treat a pretty girl, though he did seem to do a bit of adouble-take, like he’d just had d‚j… vu or something.I sat on a stool and put one thigh over the other one, coyly. I loved theway that the slender martini glass looked in my manicured and extendednails, and the sound they made as they clicked against the glass. Before Iknew it, the glass was empty. Jesus, I must be nervous, I thought. I putthe glass on the bar and ordered another.What makes a man put himself in such a vulnerable position? Here I am,wearing heels, makeup, jewelry, and a sexy little dress, drinking too muchand waiting on a man I didn’t even know. He had captivated me; he had ownedme, and now I was back for more.I was halfway through my second martini when I saw him. My heartthumped–after all this waiting and prep, I had barely thought about whatwould happen when we actually came face to face. He glanced around the roomconfidently, spotted me and walked over, staring at me with a smile thatwas half-sweet, half-smirk.”I’m so glad you came.” He put his big hand on the small of my back andkissed me on my foundation-covered cheek. “You look fucking hot.”It was a compliment but had a primitive tone to it, like, you look hot, andI’m going to fuck you. “Thanks.””I didn’t get your name last week. I’m Brendan.””Hi Brendan, I’m…Amie.” I gave him my hand in a little femininehalf-handshake. I’ve been a woman for all of 4 hours of my life and I’vealready got the mannerisms down. How did that happen? Somehow he put my inplace…it came naturally with him.He moved in so that the leg of his khakis was pressed lightly against myshaven left leg. We talked closely, like two people who are extremely hotfor each other. And, uh, that’s what we were. “What are you drinking?””Martini.””Bartender, another round for the lady and a scotch for me.” The bartenderwalked over and started to make our drinks, then looked escort karabağlar up like he justremembered something. He looked at me, looked at Brendan, and put ittogether. He gave me a raise of the eyebrows and a shake of the head. I’msure he’s seen just about everything, but a Halloween slut who comes backfor seconds…well, that might have been a first.We nursed our drinks. I have a high tolerance but I was gettingplastered. I’d been dieting all week so that I’d look amazing in this slimdress, and the lack of body weight meant that the booze was going straightto my brain. I had to stop myself mid-drink. I turned to Brendan and said,”take me home.”He smile/smirked again and said, “let’s go.” He grabbed my hand, which Iinterlaced in his. He helped support me on the way out. As we walked out ofthe bar, not 3 blocks from where he ****d my ass last week, we looked likesweethearts, a hot young couple with everything going for them. No onecould tell that I was a degenerate slut with a brand-new craving for hardcock.He took a turn that went away from my place. I didn’t know where we weregoing. A hotel? His place? Or was he just going to find a dark corner andabuse me again? We stopped in front of an old brick building. He turned thekey and let me in. His place was a massive loft, one colossal room withexposed ductwork. There was a bear-skin rug, some modern sofas, an openkitchen, and a king-sized bed all under 15 foot ceilings.He had one thing on his mind–you can see it in his face. Jesus, men arepredictable. When they want to get their dicks wet, that’s the only thingin the world that is important. And this man wanted me to take care ofhim. He crashed onto his sofa, his arms spread wide and his legs open. Hisbody took up nearly the whole sofa. His body language clearly told me:kneel.Well, that was not what I thought would happen. I really didn’t know whatwe would do, but…I had not imagined that I would blow him. That was soone-sided, so passive, so…feminine. I had made crossed a line ratherquickly, but this was a barrier that I wasn’t sure I could cross. But Ididn’t want to disappoint him. I walked drunkenly towards him with my hipsswaying. I slowly dropped to my shaven knees, locking eyes with him thewhole way. No conversation was necessary.He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled his underwear down toreveal his semi-hard, gorgeous dick. His big, hairy balls drooped below. Iwas immediately hit with the scent of his groin. It was masculine: muskyand slightly ripe, but somehow divine. His masculinity was so clearlysuperior to mine. His hairy balls reminded me that I had two little ballstoo, they were just shaven, perfumed, and wrapped up in panties under mydress.He stroked his dick slowly, and pointed it in the direction of my face.This was the point of no return. I could leave right now and only have beenthe unwilling victim of a sexual predator. I could leave here and forgetthat this had ever happened. Or I could humiliate and degrade myself bysubmitting willingly to this man, admit that I wanted to please him bymaking his cock explode in my mouth. The decision was entirely mine, and itwould define me and my status as a man.I leaned forward, grabbed the base of his cock with my little hand, andgave the head of his dick a French-kiss. He already had a drop of pre-cumon his slit, and I tasted it and rolled it around my mouth.Decision made. I was a bitch. A slut for cock.I wanted to give him the blowjob I always wanted but could never get from agirl. I felt like I knew how to please a man. I started by licking his dickfrom base to tip slowly, making eye contact the entire time. Then I slippedthe whole head into my mouth and rotated my head around it. He moaned andleaned back deeper into the couch. I was off to a good start.I alternated sucking on just the sensitive knob and allowing his dick intomy karabağlar escort bayan mouth. Hard, he was a thick eight inches, bigger by far than my average5 1/2 inches.I took as much in as I could and started to build a slow rhythm. With justa little practice (I was a natural!) I got six of his eight inches into mymouth. I completely surrounded it with my tongue and mouth. I slurped hiscock deep into my mouth, being careful to keep it off my teeth. I applied alittle bit of suction as I continued to let his big dick slide in and outof my mouth.I must have been doing a kick-ass job, because he was moving his pelvisaround and moaning deeply. His eyes were rolling back into his head. Iloved all the signals I got, and was inspired to make his dick feel evenbetter.I decided to go full deep-throat on him. I let the last two inches of histhick one punch into the back of my throat. I coughed and gagged a littlebit. My eyes teared up. I was so embarrassed. I wanted to get his wholething in my mouth and throat so bad. I tried again, coughed again, and hadto let his dick slip out of my mouth while I recovered. I stroked him withmy hand while I looked up at him apologetically.”It’s OK, baby. You’ll get it over time.”Over time. I just needed practice. I’d be sucking his cock again. Thethought was hitting me as to what I was doing here. I was a committedcocksucker. Not only that, but once I got him off in my mouth, I would wanthim to fuck my ass again. Of course, part of me knew that–that I’d submitto him in every way possible, get used by him in every position he couldthink of, but now it really hit me. I’m a cock slut, I’m this guy’s cockslut, I’m going to dress for him and blow him and take his cock up my assas often as he wants.So here I was on my knees in my cute little cocktail dress, kneeling infront of this clean-cut 6’1″ stud with his 8 inches of masculinity. My tinydick is so rock hard it’s about to rip a hole through the skimpy pantiesI’m wearing. His pre-cum is covering the inside of my mouth, and I’mpicking up the rhythm of having a thick eight-incher pumping in and out ofmy mouth.My knees and jaw were starting to get sore, but it wasn’t about me. It wasabout giving Brendan the most explosive, pleasurable experience he couldhave. I increased my suction. I picked up my pace. I met the rhythm of hiships pulsing slightly upwards. He was getting closer. I felt him get evenharder in my mouth, the veins on his dick pulsating along my tongue as Isucked him. This was the best blowjob I’d ever had, and I was giving it.Brendan starting moaning deeply. I could tell from his sounds that he wasreally close. I kept right at my pace. I would get him off using my pussymouth alone. I felt his dick begin to pulse.He cried out, “OH GOD!” He arched his back, sticking his dick deep into mythroat.His dick throbbed and jetted a load of hot cum into the back of my mouth. Ikept up my pace as he shot another load, equally large. I kept it going forhim as my mouth was filling up. He pulsed his jizz into my mouth a third,fourth, and a fifth time. Some hot salty-sweet cum dribbled out of mylipstick-covered mouth. I slowed my pace as he softened. His arched backbegan to relax. He crashed into the couch, his face screwed up from theintense pleasure he had just felt. We had communed over his dick, over afinely-tuned, perfectly-connected blowjob in which I told him, “I amyours. I will give you pleasure because you are what a man should be.” Andhardly a word was spoken.I fell back onto my heels. I swallowed the large load of cum he’d shot inmy mouth and used a polished fingernail to scoop what was on my face intomy mouth as well. I wanted it all.For 30 seconds, I watched his face in feminine pride. When he finally cameto again, he said, “That was incredible. You’re the best cocksucker I’veever known.””Thank you,” I said demurely. Thanks for letting me have that beautifuldick.”Go fix your makeup. And get me a drink. And put on some music. And let mesee you in your bra and panties. Because as soon as I’m ready, I’m going tofuck you.”I got up and went to take care of his needs.”Be ready. Because when I fuck after I’ve already gotten off, I fuck longand hard.”I didn’t doubt him

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

İlk yorum yapan siz olun

Bir cevap yazın

E-posta hesabınız yayımlanmayacak. Gerekli alanlar * ile işaretlenmişlerdir

illegal bahis canlı bahis siteleri casino siteleri canlı bahis kaçak bahis bahis siteleri bursa escort görükle escort bursa escort gaziantep rus escort antep escort gaziantep escort izmir escort maltepe escort