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In a stupor of green lungs I had wandered out of my apartment for the very first time in dress. My petite feet clacked along the pavement at midnight through my zipper boots, my God do I adore velvet. They were crimson with visages of pink roses wrapped along the toes and heels. The warm summer air still lingered. It brushed against my black leggings gently, just enough pressure to remind me of my nerves. They faded like my cutoff jean shorts, frayed just below my tucked cock where my leggings met them. I shook my long red wig to expose more of my made up face. Strangers online had seen my pictures like this. They had seen the real me and asked if I was a woman, or if I was on hormones, or even if I no longer needed to tuck. It was so thrilling. A few puffs of confidence later had pushed me out that door.
My top matched my boots enough for me to assume the fashion lords would approve. I had a thin black pool shawl on over it just in case. I’m sure the choker was a bit much but I was in my thirties. I’d already lost a lot of time which needed to be made up. It was a fairly short trip to the mailroom and I knew I was passable. Everybody else was indoors and sleeping or too drunk to realize me leaving my apartment like that was actually me. I could always claim I’d had a girl over. Why should I have to hide it? Was it the world holding me back or my own over thinking and fears? I could handle myself just fine but assholes tend to travel in packs.
I kissed those thoughts away and sniffed the flowery scents around the leasing office, reaching into my tiny handbag with a cow pattern on the outside. I know that’s corny, but I loved it and had to have it. I grabbed my keys and opened the door to the mailroom. I never really looked around when I collected my endless bills and annoying paper flyers full of ads and coupons (great for lining litter boxes BTW). I heard a cough and froze. I was too nervous to look up. I also realized that if I grabbed my mail, my own personal Bruce Wayne would be unmasked. I thought quickly, reaching for my laundry card and praying five bucks were swimming in one of my hiding spots. I smiled wide with exaggerated Berry Me lips as I fished out a ten. I loaded my card at the machine and fled.
I was back inside of my apartment with a glass of Rosatello Rose between my dainty fingers when someone knocked softly on my door.
“Who the fuck?” I was bewildered. I had gone out of my way to be socially awkward and evasive as a guy during my daylight adventures. Who wanted to bother me past the witching hour? I clomped over to the eyehole as the surprise temporarily hindered my natural grace. “Who is it?” I couldn’t tell from that tiny shrunken glass head staring back at me. Possibly from the wine and smoke but I’m not an expert outside of consuming them.
“It’s Roger from the top floor.” His deep voice matched the material my boots were made out of.
“What’s up, man?” I cringed as those words escaped my painted lips in my deepest guy voice.
“I was just wondering why you didn’t grab your mail.” His tone had a smirk to it. I nearly had an episode and this was not the show I auditioned for. “Can I just come in for a minute?” I wanted to avoid broadcasting drama to the entire complex so I unlocked and opened the door, hiding behind it as he entered. He wiped his feet on my entry rug before I could close it again. “I can take the shoes off if you prefer.”
“Huh?” It was so strange to me. He was acting human and polite. Had he not met Craigslist? I knew none of this was contractually obligated by the code. Not even sure what code I was talking about. “No you’re fine. I mean…you don’t need to.” I closed my eyes to be sure this wasn’t just a crazy dream.
“Can we sit on your loveseat?” He spotted the bottle of sweet wine on my kitchen counter and pointed. “That’s amazing stuff.”
“You want a glass?” I could feel my face twisting into every dorky expression I’d collected from cartoons over the years. “You’re at least twenty-one, right?”
“I’m forty.” He chuckled. “Can I refill you?” He looked down to my shorts and seemed to note my dedication to hiding my cock while wearing them. I wasn’t sure listening to my friends on their duct tape advice was leaving me happy or not. Looked great on the outside but I was still dreading the removal process.
“Yeah you can refill me.” I squinted and took a short breath that felt frozen in mid-July. “I’ll just go sit.”
“Here.” He’d made his way over to the loveseat with two glasses and clinked his to the one he handed me, which had not been mine before. I saw my residual lipstick on the rim, then on his own lower lip.
“You got some of my makeup on you.” I couldn’t help but break a bit from my tension and giggled in falsetto. I put my hand over my mouth like I’d just sneezed. He looked at his funhouse reflection in my glass as he turned it, then pressed his lips together to spread the Berry Me. It was a thin coat but his eyelash batting forced my smile to attack my face at full strength.
“I’m really sorry to be so rude.” He took my lipstick glass and the fresh one he’d handed me and placed them on my coffee table. He slowly leaned in close to me with his cute butt hovering just above my cushions. I started to lose my smile and regain my nerves. “I really should give this back to you.”
He smelled like vanilla and musk. His hands pressed against either side of my head, pushing my long red wig tighter against my scalp. He pulled me forward to his lips. I felt them on my own, his tongue licking out with just the tip to tease them. I moaned and exhaled. My nerves left me. He moved up to my left ear and stroked my cheek. “I always wanted you as a guy. This just gave me the push I needed to try.” He licked at my lobe and moved down to my neck, pushing my synthetic hair aside.
I felt his hands all over my shoulders and my chest as he licked and sucked my hickey zone. I felt my cock attempting to rip itself out of the tape and my silky panties, my leggings. It wanted to escape and tell Roger to drop by more often. I reached down as he climbed on top of me but I didn’t touch myself at all. I was rubbing his thighs and getting closer and closer to the protruding zipper on his shorts. He purred and guided my fingers to his zipper. He stepped off of me but took my heels in his hands and pulled me down until I was stretched out on my back, my head hanging over the armrest. I tilted my head back and saw him above me. He took my smooth chin in his rough hand and started to massage me. His fingers went underneath it. His thumb however was gliding around my lips.
“Open your mouth for me.” His voice had dropped even lower. I couldn’t help but obey it. His thumb went in and I licked at it. I didn’t last long before I was sucking on it ravenously. The tape was definitely a bad idea, but something about the hardware store chastity belt was thrilling despite the discomfort. My lips were getting so wet. “I have something for you.” He pushed the tip of his cock into my mouth through his shorts and zipper. “Since you forgot to grab your mail. I brought your male.” It was as corny as my handbag, but I loved it even more.
I bit the handle of his zipper as he pulled out and heard the telltale sounds of ‘opening a package’. He didn’t have underwear on. I could already tell from the precum pooling into the soft fabric, and then confirmed it when he first penetrated my most erogenous zone. It dripped onto my smeared lipstick. I was twitching in my tight shorts. I’d tasted him before his bare cock ever touched my tongue.
“Please fuck my mouth, sir.” I had no idea where that came from, but I didn’t regret the slip.
“Mm, yes.” He gently slapped my cheek and dipped the wet head of his perfectly sized cock into the warmth of my saliva. “Take it all in, baby.” He caressed my throat as that delicious tip snaked its way past my tonsils. I was already leaking onto my chin. I was so fucking wet. He began to pump and I kept up. “That’s a good girl.” My brain almost came as he continued to speak. “Tighten those pretty lips around that cock. I love a tight fuck hole.”
I moaned as I complied. His balls hung so low as they slapped against my chin, the juices of my lust bubbling against them. He grunted in ways that turned my soul on. I was buzzing as my tongue lapped up at his veiny shaft. I gagged a little as he grew bigger in my throat. It turned him on even more. I could tell from the feel of his cock jerking upward and causing another gag, but they weren’t worrisome at all.
“You okay?” His voice went up an octave. He stopped pumping and pulled out. My own spit flooded toward my wig and some got in my nostrils.
“I’m amazing.” I gasped a bit, looking up at him and feeling the submission in my eyes.
“Good fucking girl.” He rubbed his dripping cock all over my face, ruining my makeup. I couldn’t wait to see the result. My drool now coated my face. I was truly alive. He slapped that rock hard treat on my thirsty lips. “Get up.” He backed away and dropped his shorts onto the floor. I did as I was told. “Turn around.” He spanked my tiny ass as I spun, then grabbed my hips and pulled my tight jean shorts to his cock. “Too rough for my liking.” He complained and unbuttoned them. I sucked my fingers as I felt him unzip me and reach between my legs. “You are a very good girl, aren’t you?” He felt the tape through my panties and started to pull my shorts and leggings down.
“I try, sir.” I kicked them off of my ankles as he grabbed my right cheek hard and pulled it aside.
My pussy twitched.
“Get on all fours on the floor.” His fingers slid under my choker and snapped it against my neck. My knees folded without my command. I put my hands out to catch myself as gravity and passion put me into his desired position. He stepped onto my ass with one foot, pushing my panties around. My hips went on autopilot, rolling my ass around against his grain. I felt a sudden warmth that grew quickly cold just above my pussy. He grabbed me on either side of my lower back as he got onto his knees as well. His cock connected with my panties, pushing against the silk and moving up to spread his spit south. He added more. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He gripped my flesh harder and pulled his palms and fingers down against it.
“I’m all yours, sir.” I was panting with anticipation. He reached around and grabbed the corners of my soaked mouth, pulling it open wide. His cock slid up and down the crack of my ass, teasing its way deeper into the crevasse. I felt his wet erection grinding against my pussy through the silk fabric dividing us. I began to twerk in desperation. He let my mouth go and I licked at nothing but air, wishing he owned an extra dick. He yanked my panties aside and slid his throbbing cock under them. I felt it touching the bare skin of my ass and then his heavy balls beating against them as well.
He flipped me over onto my back and grabbed my wrists, holding me down against the carpet firmly. I felt his cock pushing against mine through the panties and tape. He used his muscular thighs to spread my legs open wider and started to bite my nipples through my top. I was biting my lip until it nearly bled. He licked his way up and kissed me deep. I felt so messy but he seemed to love it.
“You ready to see what’s in your package?” His hot breath hit my ear.
“Please give it to me, sir!” I was lost from my mind on a beautiful vacation. He climbed up me on his knees. His cock reached my mouth and he went right in, fucking my head against the floor.
“Here it fucking comes!” He had already started filling my throat by the time he announced it. I didn’t need to swallow. It just gushed into me. I could taste it as he pulled out a bit then went back even deeper. “FUCK YEAH! TAKE IT!”
I moaned and gulped and breathed heavily through my nose. He roared and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I remained there for a few minutes while he grabbed a towel from my closet. He cleaned his cock off and tossed it down to me. I got up and ran to the bathroom mirror to admire myself before I cleaned the masterpiece he’d made of my face off.
“That was amazing.” His arms hooked around me before I knew he was behind me. We admired our reflection as he squeezed me tight to him. His cock was still hard and my ass was still wet. “If only you didn’t have that tape on.” He tickled my crotch and made my dick cry.
“I got so much out of that though.” I smiled.
“Yeah you did.” He laughed. “Hope you enjoyed it.”
“I did.” I turned and kissed him. He grabbed the back of my head and lapped his entire tongue into my mouth.
“I’m glad you came out tonight. To the mailroom, I mean.” He winked.
“Me too.” I hugged him.
“Don’t be a stranger…” He paused thoughtfully.
“You can call me whatever you want. I’ve been testing ‘Crystal’ out.”
“I dig it.” He brushed some wig hair out of my face and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks for the wine.”
“Any time.” I blushed.
I showed him out and locked my door. I danced over to my loveseat and grabbed my original glass where he’d sipped against my lipstick marks. I made sure to touch the exact spot as I tilted my head back and finished the glass. My throat was nice and loose by then. I shivered a bit from the warmth that fell into my tummy. Not nearly as satisfying as the white stuff, but maybe I’d get another refill from Roger soon.
My top matched my boots enough for me to assume the fashion lords would approve. I had a thin black pool shawl on over it just in case. I’m sure the choker was a bit much but I was in my thirties. I’d already lost a lot of time which needed to be made up. It was a fairly short trip to the mailroom and I knew I was passable. Everybody else was indoors and sleeping or too drunk to realize me leaving my apartment like that was actually me. I could always claim I’d had a girl over. Why should I have to hide it? Was it the world holding me back or my own over thinking and fears? I could handle myself just fine but assholes tend to travel in packs.
I kissed those thoughts away and sniffed the flowery scents around the leasing office, reaching into my tiny handbag with a cow pattern on the outside. I know that’s corny, but I loved it and had to have it. I grabbed my keys and opened the door to the mailroom. I never really looked around when I collected my endless bills and annoying paper flyers full of ads and coupons (great for lining litter boxes BTW). I heard a cough and froze. I was too nervous to look up. I also realized that if I grabbed my mail, my own personal Bruce Wayne would be unmasked. I thought quickly, reaching for my laundry card and praying five bucks were swimming in one of my hiding spots. I smiled wide with exaggerated Berry Me lips as I fished out a ten. I loaded my card at the machine and fled.
I was back inside of my apartment with a glass of Rosatello Rose between my dainty fingers when someone knocked softly on my door.
“Who the fuck?” I was bewildered. I had gone out of my way to be socially awkward and evasive as a guy during my daylight adventures. Who wanted to bother me past the witching hour? I clomped over to the eyehole as the surprise temporarily hindered my natural grace. “Who is it?” I couldn’t tell from that tiny shrunken glass head staring back at me. Possibly from the wine and smoke but I’m not an expert outside of consuming them.
“It’s Roger from the top floor.” His deep voice matched the material my boots were made out of.
“What’s up, man?” I cringed as those words escaped my painted lips in my deepest guy voice.
“I was just wondering why you didn’t grab your mail.” His tone had a smirk to it. I nearly had an episode and this was not the show I auditioned for. “Can I just come in for a minute?” I wanted to avoid broadcasting drama to the entire complex so I unlocked and opened the door, hiding behind it as he entered. He wiped his feet on my entry rug before I could close it again. “I can take the shoes off if you prefer.”
“Huh?” It was so strange to me. He was acting human and polite. Had he not met Craigslist? I knew none of this was contractually obligated by the code. Not even sure what code I was talking about. “No you’re fine. I mean…you don’t need to.” I closed my eyes to be sure this wasn’t just a crazy dream.
“Can we sit on your loveseat?” He spotted the bottle of sweet wine on my kitchen counter and pointed. “That’s amazing stuff.”
“You want a glass?” I could feel my face twisting into every dorky expression I’d collected from cartoons over the years. “You’re at least twenty-one, right?”
“I’m forty.” He chuckled. “Can I refill you?” He looked down to my shorts and seemed to note my dedication to hiding my cock while wearing them. I wasn’t sure listening to my friends on their duct tape advice was leaving me happy or not. Looked great on the outside but I was still dreading the removal process.
“Yeah you can refill me.” I squinted and took a short breath that felt frozen in mid-July. “I’ll just go sit.”
“Here.” He’d made his way over to the loveseat with two glasses and clinked his to the one he handed me, which had not been mine before. I saw my residual lipstick on the rim, then on his own lower lip.
“You got some of my makeup on you.” I couldn’t help but break a bit from my tension and giggled in falsetto. I put my hand over my mouth like I’d just sneezed. He looked at his funhouse reflection in my glass as he turned it, then pressed his lips together to spread the Berry Me. It was a thin coat but his eyelash batting forced my smile to attack my face at full strength.
“I’m really sorry to be so rude.” He took my lipstick glass and the fresh one he’d handed me and placed them on my coffee table. He slowly leaned in close to me with his cute butt hovering just above my cushions. I started to lose my smile and regain my nerves. “I really should give this back to you.”
He smelled like vanilla and musk. His hands pressed against either side of my head, pushing my long red wig tighter against my scalp. He pulled me forward to his lips. I felt them on my own, his tongue licking out with just the tip to tease them. I moaned and exhaled. My nerves left me. He moved up to my left ear and stroked my cheek. “I always wanted you as a guy. This just gave me the push I needed to try.” He licked at my lobe and moved down to my neck, pushing my synthetic hair aside.
I felt his hands all over my shoulders and my chest as he licked and sucked my hickey zone. I felt my cock attempting to rip itself out of the tape and my silky panties, my leggings. It wanted to escape and tell Roger to drop by more often. I reached down as he climbed on top of me but I didn’t touch myself at all. I was rubbing his thighs and getting closer and closer to the protruding zipper on his shorts. He purred and guided my fingers to his zipper. He stepped off of me but took my heels in his hands and pulled me down until I was stretched out on my back, my head hanging over the armrest. I tilted my head back and saw him above me. He took my smooth chin in his rough hand and started to massage me. His fingers went underneath it. His thumb however was gliding around my lips.
“Open your mouth for me.” His voice had dropped even lower. I couldn’t help but obey it. His thumb went in and I licked at it. I didn’t last long before I was sucking on it ravenously. The tape was definitely a bad idea, but something about the hardware store chastity belt was thrilling despite the discomfort. My lips were getting so wet. “I have something for you.” He pushed the tip of his cock into my mouth through his shorts and zipper. “Since you forgot to grab your mail. I brought your male.” It was as corny as my handbag, but I loved it even more.
I bit the handle of his zipper as he pulled out and heard the telltale sounds of ‘opening a package’. He didn’t have underwear on. I could already tell from the precum pooling into the soft fabric, and then confirmed it when he first penetrated my most erogenous zone. It dripped onto my smeared lipstick. I was twitching in my tight shorts. I’d tasted him before his bare cock ever touched my tongue.
“Please fuck my mouth, sir.” I had no idea where that came from, but I didn’t regret the slip.
“Mm, yes.” He gently slapped my cheek and dipped the wet head of his perfectly sized cock into the warmth of my saliva. “Take it all in, baby.” He caressed my throat as that delicious tip snaked its way past my tonsils. I was already leaking onto my chin. I was so fucking wet. He began to pump and I kept up. “That’s a good girl.” My brain almost came as he continued to speak. “Tighten those pretty lips around that cock. I love a tight fuck hole.”
I moaned as I complied. His balls hung so low as they slapped against my chin, the juices of my lust bubbling against them. He grunted in ways that turned my soul on. I was buzzing as my tongue lapped up at his veiny shaft. I gagged a little as he grew bigger in my throat. It turned him on even more. I could tell from the feel of his cock jerking upward and causing another gag, but they weren’t worrisome at all.
“You okay?” His voice went up an octave. He stopped pumping and pulled out. My own spit flooded toward my wig and some got in my nostrils.
“I’m amazing.” I gasped a bit, looking up at him and feeling the submission in my eyes.
“Good fucking girl.” He rubbed his dripping cock all over my face, ruining my makeup. I couldn’t wait to see the result. My drool now coated my face. I was truly alive. He slapped that rock hard treat on my thirsty lips. “Get up.” He backed away and dropped his shorts onto the floor. I did as I was told. “Turn around.” He spanked my tiny ass as I spun, then grabbed my hips and pulled my tight jean shorts to his cock. “Too rough for my liking.” He complained and unbuttoned them. I sucked my fingers as I felt him unzip me and reach between my legs. “You are a very good girl, aren’t you?” He felt the tape through my panties and started to pull my shorts and leggings down.
“I try, sir.” I kicked them off of my ankles as he grabbed my right cheek hard and pulled it aside.
My pussy twitched.
“Get on all fours on the floor.” His fingers slid under my choker and snapped it against my neck. My knees folded without my command. I put my hands out to catch myself as gravity and passion put me into his desired position. He stepped onto my ass with one foot, pushing my panties around. My hips went on autopilot, rolling my ass around against his grain. I felt a sudden warmth that grew quickly cold just above my pussy. He grabbed me on either side of my lower back as he got onto his knees as well. His cock connected with my panties, pushing against the silk and moving up to spread his spit south. He added more. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He gripped my flesh harder and pulled his palms and fingers down against it.
“I’m all yours, sir.” I was panting with anticipation. He reached around and grabbed the corners of my soaked mouth, pulling it open wide. His cock slid up and down the crack of my ass, teasing its way deeper into the crevasse. I felt his wet erection grinding against my pussy through the silk fabric dividing us. I began to twerk in desperation. He let my mouth go and I licked at nothing but air, wishing he owned an extra dick. He yanked my panties aside and slid his throbbing cock under them. I felt it touching the bare skin of my ass and then his heavy balls beating against them as well.
He flipped me over onto my back and grabbed my wrists, holding me down against the carpet firmly. I felt his cock pushing against mine through the panties and tape. He used his muscular thighs to spread my legs open wider and started to bite my nipples through my top. I was biting my lip until it nearly bled. He licked his way up and kissed me deep. I felt so messy but he seemed to love it.
“You ready to see what’s in your package?” His hot breath hit my ear.
“Please give it to me, sir!” I was lost from my mind on a beautiful vacation. He climbed up me on his knees. His cock reached my mouth and he went right in, fucking my head against the floor.
“Here it fucking comes!” He had already started filling my throat by the time he announced it. I didn’t need to swallow. It just gushed into me. I could taste it as he pulled out a bit then went back even deeper. “FUCK YEAH! TAKE IT!”
I moaned and gulped and breathed heavily through my nose. He roared and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I remained there for a few minutes while he grabbed a towel from my closet. He cleaned his cock off and tossed it down to me. I got up and ran to the bathroom mirror to admire myself before I cleaned the masterpiece he’d made of my face off.
“That was amazing.” His arms hooked around me before I knew he was behind me. We admired our reflection as he squeezed me tight to him. His cock was still hard and my ass was still wet. “If only you didn’t have that tape on.” He tickled my crotch and made my dick cry.
“I got so much out of that though.” I smiled.
“Yeah you did.” He laughed. “Hope you enjoyed it.”
“I did.” I turned and kissed him. He grabbed the back of my head and lapped his entire tongue into my mouth.
“I’m glad you came out tonight. To the mailroom, I mean.” He winked.
“Me too.” I hugged him.
“Don’t be a stranger…” He paused thoughtfully.
“You can call me whatever you want. I’ve been testing ‘Crystal’ out.”
“I dig it.” He brushed some wig hair out of my face and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks for the wine.”
“Any time.” I blushed.
I showed him out and locked my door. I danced over to my loveseat and grabbed my original glass where he’d sipped against my lipstick marks. I made sure to touch the exact spot as I tilted my head back and finished the glass. My throat was nice and loose by then. I shivered a bit from the warmth that fell into my tummy. Not nearly as satisfying as the white stuff, but maybe I’d get another refill from Roger soon.
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