Kellie and Brad Ch 06
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It had been several months since I dressed for a man. My wife had recently quit her job, keeping her home and me out of my favorite clothes. Kellie was scratching and clawing to get out but I needed to keep her hidden until an employment opportunity could keep my wife occupied. I kept in touch with a bunch of my regular admirers and visitors knowing I would eventually be dressed as their slut, kneeling on the floor in front of them.
One admirer in particular would always reach out to me for some steamy chat when he saw me online in one of our favorite porn sites. We have been getting together on and off for quite a long time and I have come to really enjoy taking his cock. When hard, his dick is about 7 inches, slim and a perfect fit to my mouth. He is a fast cummer so I like to go nice and slow, making the most out of the time he uses me. During my current dry spell, being unable to dress at my place and host any cock sucking sessions, it would usually come up in conversations about meeting outside our usual tryst spots…my bedroom or my living room. Maybe in his car, I’d give him some head as he drove around and felt me up. Or maybe the ol’ stand by, a hotel here or there allowing us some time and a comfortable space to satisfy our needs. This would cost money neither of us wanted to spend and I’d have to try and sneak my wardrobe out of the house under the suspecting eye of my wife.
This playful banter went on for weeks, both of us making a suggestion on where to meet and then picking apart the pros and cons of each suggestion. Meanwhile, my need to be Kellie and my insatiable craving for cock and cum kept growing and growing. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. He had suggested a local park. I was hesitant at first but being off season, I figured we could find an isolated area and I would climb in his car and give him a nice blowjob. He’d get the release he needed and I’d get the cock and cum I needed. He told me to meet him at the entrance to the park at 3:30. I would be heading there straight from work so I didn’t have any of Kellie’s things to wear for our meet. I decided to stop at the d**g store on the way and pick up a pair of black lacy panties and matching bra and a pair of coffee colored, sheer to waist pantyhose. Being so excited to finally have the opportunity to suck some cock, I didn’t mind the awkwardness at the checkout. My clitty was already squirming and leaking in my drab work clothes and I couldn’t wait to feel the electric sensation of sliding sheer nylon up my legs once again. I left the store and ran into the fast food joint across the parking lot, using the restroom to put on my newly bought items. I had to hurry because I didn’t want to be late for my first ‘date’ in several months! In the restroom, I locked the door and stripped naked before slipping into my new French-cut panties. I struggled a bit with my new bra but got the clasps secured before sliding on my new pantyhose. My clit instantly responded in my panties and I let out an almost inaudible moan of absolute content.
I loved wearing pantyhose. The way they felt against my smooth legs and the rest of my naughty parts. The way they made me feel so comfortable and feminine. And especially the feeling of sluttiness that comes with knowing exactly why I am dressing the way I am and what I am about to be doing. I hurriedly put my other clothes back on stuffing my briefs and socks in my coat pocket leaving my hosed ankles slightly exposed. Knowing you could be caught and exploited as the sissy cock sucker that you are is always thrilling and adds to the excitement of being Kellie. I got back in my car and drove the 20 minutes to the park with thoughts of his cock swimming in my head…I was so turned on I couldn’t stand it! As soon as I got inside the park I could see his car, I pulled alongside and flashed a quick smile. My heart fluttered seeing one of my lovers after such a long hiatus. I wanted so badly to jump in his car and go down on him but there was some foot traffic and I knew this wasn’t the place I’d take his cock. So he told me to follow him and he drove deeper into the park. Occasionally, we’d drive past a dog walker or the lonesome jogger, but for the most part it was desolate and I was glad about that. With every person we did pass along the way I could not help but grin and think to myself; they have no idea I am about to give up my mouth for use by another man. Finally, we got to the end of the road, the last picnic grove and to our disappointment there were a couple of cars parked at the far end of the parking area. No one was around and they were probably one of the dog walkers or joggers we passed but it was enough to dissuade me from climbing in his car and going down on him.
We got out of our vehicles and walked to the pavilion. We scoped out the wooded area and didn’t want to risk getting caught along a path. At this point I didn’t care if we got caught but we weren’t in a “hook-up” park so getting caught wouldn’t lead to me being used by several horny guys in the middle of the woods. Instead it would probably result in a call to the authorities and a ride downtown wearing pantyhose, panties and a bra…not something I felt like explaining to my wife. We were just about to give up when my lust overflowed and my desperation got the better of me. I asked him if he minded using the porta-john right there sitting next to our cars. He looked at the small plastic structure, looked at me and motioned his head with a quick nod towards our soon-to-be improvised love shack. In a brazen moment of complete disregard and with no onlookers in sight, I slid off my trousers exposing my hosed legs and my black panties. I kept my tee shirt on but tied it in a cute knot making it feel like a feminine blouse and I quickly entered the porta-john. It appeared to have been placed there newly at the end of summer, was clean and hadn’t been used much.
My soon to be lover waited about a minute and quickly entered and locked the door. I immediately began kissing him hard on the lips. He responded by opening his mouth and allowing his tongue to enter my mouth. At the same time, I fumbled with the button on his pants as he began feeling my hosed legs and ass. I was so hard and my tiny dick strained in my panties as we made out. I could feel his cock getting firmer as I slowly stroked it in my right hand. We barely parted lips before he whispered “on your knees, bitch.” The command I have been waiting to hear for months! I eagerly got to my knees, and the thin layer of nylon quickly tore on the rough floor of the porta-john. I usually take my time and give him every second of pleasure my mouth can provide before he graciously unloads. Today was different. My a****l lust was uncontrollable and I licked the leaking pre-cum from his throbbing cock head and took him fully in my mouth. I almost gagged as he pushed as deep as it would go into my throat. I could feel my eyes rolling back as a feeling of contentment and peace came over me. Although, we were not in ideal conditions, I knew this is what I was born to do…I was a filthy cock sucker and I would do anything or put myself in any compromising condition so I could suck a man’s dick. It seemed like only seconds, but I had already been greasing his pole with my saliva for about 5 or 6 minutes. I could hear his soft grunts beginning to build and I honestly didn’t care if someone walked by and heard me being a sissy faggot. He placed his hands on my head and I knew I was about to get my reward. I moaned softly to entice the cum from his cock and without warning he launched his warm delicious seed into my mouth. He clutched my head and pulled my hair a little, reminding me of my role in this scenario. He shot 4 or 5 thick ropes of cum into my mouth and I swallowed every drop. I kept his cock in my mouth as he oozed a little more of his sperm onto my tongue. I held his softening dick in my mouth, savoring the taste and the feeling of being his slut, when my clit suddenly erupted and filled my panties. I didn’t want this to end but I knew it had to. I stood up as he pulled up his pants and situated himself, and I looked out the screened vent telling him the coast was clear. He exited and I quickly locked the door again. I told him to stick around a minute or two so he could watch his used cock sucker perform the walk of shame back to my car. My cum seeping through my panties and down my hosed leg, I was ashamed and proud at the same time. What a fucking slut I have become sucking a man’s cock in a nasty, filthy toilet…and I couldn’t wait to do it again.
One admirer in particular would always reach out to me for some steamy chat when he saw me online in one of our favorite porn sites. We have been getting together on and off for quite a long time and I have come to really enjoy taking his cock. When hard, his dick is about 7 inches, slim and a perfect fit to my mouth. He is a fast cummer so I like to go nice and slow, making the most out of the time he uses me. During my current dry spell, being unable to dress at my place and host any cock sucking sessions, it would usually come up in conversations about meeting outside our usual tryst spots…my bedroom or my living room. Maybe in his car, I’d give him some head as he drove around and felt me up. Or maybe the ol’ stand by, a hotel here or there allowing us some time and a comfortable space to satisfy our needs. This would cost money neither of us wanted to spend and I’d have to try and sneak my wardrobe out of the house under the suspecting eye of my wife.
This playful banter went on for weeks, both of us making a suggestion on where to meet and then picking apart the pros and cons of each suggestion. Meanwhile, my need to be Kellie and my insatiable craving for cock and cum kept growing and growing. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. He had suggested a local park. I was hesitant at first but being off season, I figured we could find an isolated area and I would climb in his car and give him a nice blowjob. He’d get the release he needed and I’d get the cock and cum I needed. He told me to meet him at the entrance to the park at 3:30. I would be heading there straight from work so I didn’t have any of Kellie’s things to wear for our meet. I decided to stop at the d**g store on the way and pick up a pair of black lacy panties and matching bra and a pair of coffee colored, sheer to waist pantyhose. Being so excited to finally have the opportunity to suck some cock, I didn’t mind the awkwardness at the checkout. My clitty was already squirming and leaking in my drab work clothes and I couldn’t wait to feel the electric sensation of sliding sheer nylon up my legs once again. I left the store and ran into the fast food joint across the parking lot, using the restroom to put on my newly bought items. I had to hurry because I didn’t want to be late for my first ‘date’ in several months! In the restroom, I locked the door and stripped naked before slipping into my new French-cut panties. I struggled a bit with my new bra but got the clasps secured before sliding on my new pantyhose. My clit instantly responded in my panties and I let out an almost inaudible moan of absolute content.
I loved wearing pantyhose. The way they felt against my smooth legs and the rest of my naughty parts. The way they made me feel so comfortable and feminine. And especially the feeling of sluttiness that comes with knowing exactly why I am dressing the way I am and what I am about to be doing. I hurriedly put my other clothes back on stuffing my briefs and socks in my coat pocket leaving my hosed ankles slightly exposed. Knowing you could be caught and exploited as the sissy cock sucker that you are is always thrilling and adds to the excitement of being Kellie. I got back in my car and drove the 20 minutes to the park with thoughts of his cock swimming in my head…I was so turned on I couldn’t stand it! As soon as I got inside the park I could see his car, I pulled alongside and flashed a quick smile. My heart fluttered seeing one of my lovers after such a long hiatus. I wanted so badly to jump in his car and go down on him but there was some foot traffic and I knew this wasn’t the place I’d take his cock. So he told me to follow him and he drove deeper into the park. Occasionally, we’d drive past a dog walker or the lonesome jogger, but for the most part it was desolate and I was glad about that. With every person we did pass along the way I could not help but grin and think to myself; they have no idea I am about to give up my mouth for use by another man. Finally, we got to the end of the road, the last picnic grove and to our disappointment there were a couple of cars parked at the far end of the parking area. No one was around and they were probably one of the dog walkers or joggers we passed but it was enough to dissuade me from climbing in his car and going down on him.
We got out of our vehicles and walked to the pavilion. We scoped out the wooded area and didn’t want to risk getting caught along a path. At this point I didn’t care if we got caught but we weren’t in a “hook-up” park so getting caught wouldn’t lead to me being used by several horny guys in the middle of the woods. Instead it would probably result in a call to the authorities and a ride downtown wearing pantyhose, panties and a bra…not something I felt like explaining to my wife. We were just about to give up when my lust overflowed and my desperation got the better of me. I asked him if he minded using the porta-john right there sitting next to our cars. He looked at the small plastic structure, looked at me and motioned his head with a quick nod towards our soon-to-be improvised love shack. In a brazen moment of complete disregard and with no onlookers in sight, I slid off my trousers exposing my hosed legs and my black panties. I kept my tee shirt on but tied it in a cute knot making it feel like a feminine blouse and I quickly entered the porta-john. It appeared to have been placed there newly at the end of summer, was clean and hadn’t been used much.
My soon to be lover waited about a minute and quickly entered and locked the door. I immediately began kissing him hard on the lips. He responded by opening his mouth and allowing his tongue to enter my mouth. At the same time, I fumbled with the button on his pants as he began feeling my hosed legs and ass. I was so hard and my tiny dick strained in my panties as we made out. I could feel his cock getting firmer as I slowly stroked it in my right hand. We barely parted lips before he whispered “on your knees, bitch.” The command I have been waiting to hear for months! I eagerly got to my knees, and the thin layer of nylon quickly tore on the rough floor of the porta-john. I usually take my time and give him every second of pleasure my mouth can provide before he graciously unloads. Today was different. My a****l lust was uncontrollable and I licked the leaking pre-cum from his throbbing cock head and took him fully in my mouth. I almost gagged as he pushed as deep as it would go into my throat. I could feel my eyes rolling back as a feeling of contentment and peace came over me. Although, we were not in ideal conditions, I knew this is what I was born to do…I was a filthy cock sucker and I would do anything or put myself in any compromising condition so I could suck a man’s dick. It seemed like only seconds, but I had already been greasing his pole with my saliva for about 5 or 6 minutes. I could hear his soft grunts beginning to build and I honestly didn’t care if someone walked by and heard me being a sissy faggot. He placed his hands on my head and I knew I was about to get my reward. I moaned softly to entice the cum from his cock and without warning he launched his warm delicious seed into my mouth. He clutched my head and pulled my hair a little, reminding me of my role in this scenario. He shot 4 or 5 thick ropes of cum into my mouth and I swallowed every drop. I kept his cock in my mouth as he oozed a little more of his sperm onto my tongue. I held his softening dick in my mouth, savoring the taste and the feeling of being his slut, when my clit suddenly erupted and filled my panties. I didn’t want this to end but I knew it had to. I stood up as he pulled up his pants and situated himself, and I looked out the screened vent telling him the coast was clear. He exited and I quickly locked the door again. I told him to stick around a minute or two so he could watch his used cock sucker perform the walk of shame back to my car. My cum seeping through my panties and down my hosed leg, I was ashamed and proud at the same time. What a fucking slut I have become sucking a man’s cock in a nasty, filthy toilet…and I couldn’t wait to do it again.
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