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I am back with another story to share! In my last posting, I detailed my experience sucking off a BBC inside a bathroom stall in a hotel. I was horny for days after that experience. What a turn-on! Well, the next day (Saturday), I got a Kik message from my regular BBC, Paul. He wanted to know when I was available to come over, dress all gurly, and give him some personal attention. Given the problems with the wig I purchased (keeping the hair out of my mouth), my frustrations were chilling my desire to dress femme. However, I was so amped up after my bathroom encounter, I agreed to meet Paul the following Wednesday.
For those who haven’t read my other stories, let me give you the quick rundown on me. I am a middle aged (48), married dude with a family. I have developed a secret, submissive sissy fetish that I have been exploring for the past year. My first experience took place last November and since then, I have had a number of other encounters, all of which I have documented on this website. I keep myself in decent shape, as I hope my pictures confirm but there is one aspect that continues to hamper my immersion into the sissy world, my body hair. I am a pretty hairy guy and if I were to suddenly shave, it would not go unnoticed in the household. I am still looking for a way to resolve this. In any event, back to this story.
On Tuesday night, I was able to sneak a bunch of stuff from my hiding place in the basement into the trunk of my car without anyone noticing. I went to work the next morning with a sense of anticipation along with a sense of dread. How was I going to look all dolled up? I bought a scrunchie for my wig, how was that going to work? Was I going to be able to keep the hair out of my mouth? As much as I am turned-on by the idea of dressing all gurly, I have been really self-conscious about it and am constantly concerned about embarrassing myself. However, as I said previously, Paul has been great. He has been totally laid back and cool about the whole thing and seems to want me to genuinely enjoy the dress-up aspect of this. Knowing all of this, I headed to work with butterflies in my stomach. I am fortunate that my job allows me flexibility with my time in the office. I am able to come and go pretty readily and as long as my work is getting done, nobody gives me any grief.
We agreed to meet at 11:00 at Paul’s apartment. I left work a little after 10, knowing that it takes about 45 minutes to get to his place from my office. On the way, I did stop at a hotel to do a little prep. I went into a lobby bathroom and inserted my butt plug, put on my chastity cage, and my Calvin Klein thong panties. I continued to wear my normal boxers (and pants) over my crotch attire and continued on my way to Paul’s house. The feeling of the butt plug was really getting me juiced up as I approached his place. Once there, I grabbed my gym bag with all of my stuff, I texted him, and he came down to let me in.
Once inside, Paul told me to make myself comfortable with anything that I needed. I excused myself to the bathroom and began to get dressed. I got out of my suit pants, socks, shoes, French-cuffed dress shirt, and underwear. All that was left were my thong panties, my butt plug and my cock cage. I opened up my gym bag and got to work. First up, I put on my matching Calvin Klein sport bra. I looked at myself in the mirror and shook with excitement. Next, I pulled out my make-up bag and started applying make-up. I started with some primer and then added a light amount of foundation. To that, I added a little blush. I then put on some eye shadow – just a bit to give my eyes color. I am still not secure in applying eye shadow so I try to just apply a little bit. I am also still not very good with eye liner, so I skipped that and just applied some mascara. It is amazing how much pop mascara provides. I looked at myself again in the mirror and thought I looked pretty good. I then put on my headband that helps keep my wig secure and then I put the wig on right afterwards. Since I have to keep the wig in a bag, it gets a little unwieldy and I spent the next few minutes brushing it out to make it look presentable. Once I was satisfied with the results, I then put on my bodystocking, neck choker, and my heels. Last but not least, I applied some nice pink lip gloss. I checked myself out one last time and I thought I looked okay. I would never consider myself as passable but I thought I looked. Well, I thought to myself, let’s see what happens.
I tried my best to sashay in my heels into Paul’s living room and tried to walk as sexily as possible. Paul was in his usual position, naked on his couch, browsing porn. He looked at me and immediately smiled. “Very nice, you are coming along nicely in your sissy journey.” Paul said. I just blushed a little bit and sat down on the couch next to him. We talked for a couple of minutes as I shared with him some of my trials and tribulations with make-up application. He was very positive and told me to keep working at it and before long I would no longer have any reason to doubt myself. As we talked, I would occasionally look down at his hardening cock. Paul’s cock is massive. It is over eight inches long and impossibly thick. My mouth watered as I kept stealing glances at his beautiful tool.
Eventually, I put my wig hair into my scrunchie, got down on my knees and crawled between his legs. I reached out and began to caress his dick in my hands, feeling his warmth. God, I love the feeling of cock! I feel like such a little slut when I get a chance to caress another man’s fuck stick. His cock hardened under my touch, my mouth watered as I longed to take it into my mouth. But I thought I would tease Paul a little. Instead of going right to his dick, I started by kissing his thighs. Light pecks, at first on the top of his thighs and then moving to the inside of his thighs, closer and closer to his ever hardening cock. After only a couple of moments, I couldn’t resist any longer and I kissed the tip of his hard cock. The combination of the feel, taste, and smell of his manhood was enough to make me swoon. That contact immediately reaffirmed my submissiveness and my desire to serve. I slowly started to stroke his shaft as I continued to nibble around the head. The scrunchie passed the critical test as my wig hair was not getting in my way. I was free to focus on Paul’s beautiful tool and looked forward to really going to town on his cock.
Paul groaned in appreciation as he continued to watch porn on his television. I then took the head into my mouth and started sucking. I also like to swirl my tongue around the head as I tried to get it as wet as possible. Little by little, I took more and more of that monster into my mouth until my nose was pushing into his abdomen. He just groaned as I deep throated his monster cock. With Paul, I have to be really careful not to sc**** my teeth on his shaft as the girth of his cock is soooo massive. I slid my mouth back up to the head, swirled my tongue around and slowly engulfed him again. Paul complimented me, “Jesus, you suck cock better than any woman I have been with!” I beamed with pride hearing him tell me that as it just urged me to keep going.
Once his cock was nice and wet, I moved my mouth down to his balls and suckled on those while I continued to stroke his shaft with my hand. A couple of times, I started licking and kissing below his balls, hoping that he would lift his legs up and give me access to his asshole but no dice. He just doesn’t appear to be into rimming. While disappointing, I was unbowed and I went back up and wrapped my lips around his mammoth tool and continued to suck. I would alternate between taking his whole cock into my throat and keeping just the head in my mouth while I stroked him with my hand. Paul was in no hurry and just let me worship him for about 20 minutes.
Eventually, Paul continued to get worked up and then he stood up, grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth all the way down on his cock. I grabbed his ass cheeks with my hands as I let him fuck my face. What a feeling! Giving up control and letting him fuck my throat would cause me to gag as copious amounts of saliva started running down his shaft. After a couple of minutes he stopped and sat back down. While we didn’t talk about it, I think he believed he was hurting me given the gagging noises I was making. In reality, I was loving it! Anyway, I went back to my technique and I could tell he was getting close, I started to speed up my sucking/stroking and he continued to moan and grunt. Eventually, he grabbed my head and held it still as he started shooting his cum into my mouth. His cum, as usual, was delicious. I didn’t move as I let him fill my mouth with his tasty jizz. Once he let go of my head, I slid my mouth up to the tip of his cock, swallowed his cum and continued to suckle the tip for any remnants of spunk. Paul twitched under my touch and I took my mouth off of his softening tool to stop torturing his now overly sensitive member. I stayed between his legs for a few minutes and just gazed lovingly at his cock. Once it was fully soft, I got up and sat back down on his couch.
We then talked for a while as I asked him if there was anything else he would like me to do or was there anything else he would like me to wear. We talked about lingerie for awhile and he gave me a few ideas for my next purchase. After about 10 minutes, I excused myself and went to the bathroom to clean-up. I brought make-up remover and was able to clean myself up in relatively short order. I changed back into my regular clothes, packed my stuff up and left. Paul escorted me down, we said our goodbyes and I was on my way back to work, realizing I still had the butt plug in my ass and the chastity cage on my cock. That made the rest of the afternoon at the office more interesting.
For those who haven’t read my other stories, let me give you the quick rundown on me. I am a middle aged (48), married dude with a family. I have developed a secret, submissive sissy fetish that I have been exploring for the past year. My first experience took place last November and since then, I have had a number of other encounters, all of which I have documented on this website. I keep myself in decent shape, as I hope my pictures confirm but there is one aspect that continues to hamper my immersion into the sissy world, my body hair. I am a pretty hairy guy and if I were to suddenly shave, it would not go unnoticed in the household. I am still looking for a way to resolve this. In any event, back to this story.
On Tuesday night, I was able to sneak a bunch of stuff from my hiding place in the basement into the trunk of my car without anyone noticing. I went to work the next morning with a sense of anticipation along with a sense of dread. How was I going to look all dolled up? I bought a scrunchie for my wig, how was that going to work? Was I going to be able to keep the hair out of my mouth? As much as I am turned-on by the idea of dressing all gurly, I have been really self-conscious about it and am constantly concerned about embarrassing myself. However, as I said previously, Paul has been great. He has been totally laid back and cool about the whole thing and seems to want me to genuinely enjoy the dress-up aspect of this. Knowing all of this, I headed to work with butterflies in my stomach. I am fortunate that my job allows me flexibility with my time in the office. I am able to come and go pretty readily and as long as my work is getting done, nobody gives me any grief.
We agreed to meet at 11:00 at Paul’s apartment. I left work a little after 10, knowing that it takes about 45 minutes to get to his place from my office. On the way, I did stop at a hotel to do a little prep. I went into a lobby bathroom and inserted my butt plug, put on my chastity cage, and my Calvin Klein thong panties. I continued to wear my normal boxers (and pants) over my crotch attire and continued on my way to Paul’s house. The feeling of the butt plug was really getting me juiced up as I approached his place. Once there, I grabbed my gym bag with all of my stuff, I texted him, and he came down to let me in.
Once inside, Paul told me to make myself comfortable with anything that I needed. I excused myself to the bathroom and began to get dressed. I got out of my suit pants, socks, shoes, French-cuffed dress shirt, and underwear. All that was left were my thong panties, my butt plug and my cock cage. I opened up my gym bag and got to work. First up, I put on my matching Calvin Klein sport bra. I looked at myself in the mirror and shook with excitement. Next, I pulled out my make-up bag and started applying make-up. I started with some primer and then added a light amount of foundation. To that, I added a little blush. I then put on some eye shadow – just a bit to give my eyes color. I am still not secure in applying eye shadow so I try to just apply a little bit. I am also still not very good with eye liner, so I skipped that and just applied some mascara. It is amazing how much pop mascara provides. I looked at myself again in the mirror and thought I looked pretty good. I then put on my headband that helps keep my wig secure and then I put the wig on right afterwards. Since I have to keep the wig in a bag, it gets a little unwieldy and I spent the next few minutes brushing it out to make it look presentable. Once I was satisfied with the results, I then put on my bodystocking, neck choker, and my heels. Last but not least, I applied some nice pink lip gloss. I checked myself out one last time and I thought I looked okay. I would never consider myself as passable but I thought I looked. Well, I thought to myself, let’s see what happens.
I tried my best to sashay in my heels into Paul’s living room and tried to walk as sexily as possible. Paul was in his usual position, naked on his couch, browsing porn. He looked at me and immediately smiled. “Very nice, you are coming along nicely in your sissy journey.” Paul said. I just blushed a little bit and sat down on the couch next to him. We talked for a couple of minutes as I shared with him some of my trials and tribulations with make-up application. He was very positive and told me to keep working at it and before long I would no longer have any reason to doubt myself. As we talked, I would occasionally look down at his hardening cock. Paul’s cock is massive. It is over eight inches long and impossibly thick. My mouth watered as I kept stealing glances at his beautiful tool.
Eventually, I put my wig hair into my scrunchie, got down on my knees and crawled between his legs. I reached out and began to caress his dick in my hands, feeling his warmth. God, I love the feeling of cock! I feel like such a little slut when I get a chance to caress another man’s fuck stick. His cock hardened under my touch, my mouth watered as I longed to take it into my mouth. But I thought I would tease Paul a little. Instead of going right to his dick, I started by kissing his thighs. Light pecks, at first on the top of his thighs and then moving to the inside of his thighs, closer and closer to his ever hardening cock. After only a couple of moments, I couldn’t resist any longer and I kissed the tip of his hard cock. The combination of the feel, taste, and smell of his manhood was enough to make me swoon. That contact immediately reaffirmed my submissiveness and my desire to serve. I slowly started to stroke his shaft as I continued to nibble around the head. The scrunchie passed the critical test as my wig hair was not getting in my way. I was free to focus on Paul’s beautiful tool and looked forward to really going to town on his cock.
Paul groaned in appreciation as he continued to watch porn on his television. I then took the head into my mouth and started sucking. I also like to swirl my tongue around the head as I tried to get it as wet as possible. Little by little, I took more and more of that monster into my mouth until my nose was pushing into his abdomen. He just groaned as I deep throated his monster cock. With Paul, I have to be really careful not to sc**** my teeth on his shaft as the girth of his cock is soooo massive. I slid my mouth back up to the head, swirled my tongue around and slowly engulfed him again. Paul complimented me, “Jesus, you suck cock better than any woman I have been with!” I beamed with pride hearing him tell me that as it just urged me to keep going.
Once his cock was nice and wet, I moved my mouth down to his balls and suckled on those while I continued to stroke his shaft with my hand. A couple of times, I started licking and kissing below his balls, hoping that he would lift his legs up and give me access to his asshole but no dice. He just doesn’t appear to be into rimming. While disappointing, I was unbowed and I went back up and wrapped my lips around his mammoth tool and continued to suck. I would alternate between taking his whole cock into my throat and keeping just the head in my mouth while I stroked him with my hand. Paul was in no hurry and just let me worship him for about 20 minutes.
Eventually, Paul continued to get worked up and then he stood up, grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth all the way down on his cock. I grabbed his ass cheeks with my hands as I let him fuck my face. What a feeling! Giving up control and letting him fuck my throat would cause me to gag as copious amounts of saliva started running down his shaft. After a couple of minutes he stopped and sat back down. While we didn’t talk about it, I think he believed he was hurting me given the gagging noises I was making. In reality, I was loving it! Anyway, I went back to my technique and I could tell he was getting close, I started to speed up my sucking/stroking and he continued to moan and grunt. Eventually, he grabbed my head and held it still as he started shooting his cum into my mouth. His cum, as usual, was delicious. I didn’t move as I let him fill my mouth with his tasty jizz. Once he let go of my head, I slid my mouth up to the tip of his cock, swallowed his cum and continued to suckle the tip for any remnants of spunk. Paul twitched under my touch and I took my mouth off of his softening tool to stop torturing his now overly sensitive member. I stayed between his legs for a few minutes and just gazed lovingly at his cock. Once it was fully soft, I got up and sat back down on his couch.
We then talked for a while as I asked him if there was anything else he would like me to do or was there anything else he would like me to wear. We talked about lingerie for awhile and he gave me a few ideas for my next purchase. After about 10 minutes, I excused myself and went to the bathroom to clean-up. I brought make-up remover and was able to clean myself up in relatively short order. I changed back into my regular clothes, packed my stuff up and left. Paul escorted me down, we said our goodbyes and I was on my way back to work, realizing I still had the butt plug in my ass and the chastity cage on my cock. That made the rest of the afternoon at the office more interesting.
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