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This is one of my favourite stories, I first read about ten years ago. I've corrected most of the spelling and grammar mistakes from the original. If anybody would like to do this to me, I'd love to hear from you.
I'm 40 and have 2 secrets. My first is, I love to wear sheer stockings and pretend to be a cum-slut. My second secret started more recently, through the internet I met an older man, in his 60s, who liked to meet men - outdoors, woods, car-parks and toilets; anywhere he could find a tight arse-pussy or a wet mouth to pump his cum into. We chatted by email and slowly I revealed my secrets to him, finally telling him of my desire to become a sissy-whore. From that moment onwards my life changed. The very next email I received from him started with the word SLUT. He went on to say that from now on that was my name and I was to address him as Sir. He told me when to be at my computer ready to receive his emails, and what I was to wear while talking to him. He got more and more demanding, ordering me to tell him all my darkest dreams while dressed in sheer stockings or tights. He told me to take photos of myself in my undies and send them to him. He sent me one of his beautiful 8" uncut cock, telling me that was all I needed to know about him. I realised that I had become completely submissive to him and would do anything to feel his wonderful cock using me.
After a few weeks of email ping-pong, he decided we should meet so he could teach me how a whore uses it's mouth and arse-pussy to pleasure a man. To say I was scared at the thought of finally meeting another man for gay sex was an understatement, but, I was so utterly under his spell and demented with desire to become a slut, that I agreed. He told me of a woods not far away from me, I live in SE London, where we could meet at night safely. I was not to worry as it was quite and only other gays used it. He told me what time to be there, I agreed.
On the arranged night, I arrived at the woods on time, 10pm. As instructed I wore a tracksuit top and bottoms, under which I wore sheer black stockings, a black lace suspender belt and tiny black panties which barely contained my straining small 5" hard-on. True to his word, the woods’ car-park was almost empty, apart from Sir's car, which he had described to me, there were another 6 or 7 cars s**ttered around. It was hard to tell as it was so dark. Pulling up next to him, I looked around. He had chosen his spot well. The entrance to the car-park was a good distance away, leaving us in near pitch blackness. My heart was thumping, my cock aching in my tiny panties. Getting out of his car I saw him for the first time. He was about my size, 5'10", short grey hair and average build. The typical elderly man you pass in the street every day. He wore a long black mac which he started to unbutton as he walked towards the woods skirting the car-park. Reaching them, he turned to look at me, then disappeared into them. It was now or never for me. I left my car and with legs weak with anticipation, I followed him.
I weaved my way through the trees for about 20 yards until I spotted him standing under a large with his mac open, hands in pockets and his semi-hard cock hanging from his flies. "strip bitch" He growled. I moved closer and with trembling hands removed my tracksuit, leaving me standing before him in just my undies. "Closer bitch" I moved to within a couple of feet of him. "Spread your legs apart and place your hands on your head you slag" he hissed. I was now becoming a little scared of him but I was rooted to the spot out of pure lust. From his pocket he pulled out a cock-ring with a small nylon pouch attached. "This is to hold your cock and balls in place and out of the way bitch. I'm not interested in them and I like the idea of you begging to be released from it to cum" He ripped my panties off letting my cock spring free before grabbing my balls and squeezing them hard. "Don't worry slag, the pain won't last long" He was right thank god. I was just about able to hold still until my erection fell and he forced my cock and balls into the restraining pouch. "You are always to wear this bitch" So there I was, in the dark, in thick woodland, standing before some old man with depraved thoughts running through his head, hands on head, legs spread, my cock and balls squeezed into a restraining pouch causing my cock to throb and leak pre-cum. It was then I noticed that his cock had sprung upright. His foreskin had peeled back, leaving it red and angry looking with bulging veins and a long string of pre-cum hanging from his large, red, open cock-eye.
We were in a small clearing, a circle of maybe 10 feet round, covered and shadowed by overhanging trees which blocked out the night sky completely. I couldn’t see anyone else, but, I could sense others lurking in the dark shadows surrounding us. On the ground was a dark dirty blanket. Through the gloom of the darkness I could just make out used condoms and their torn wrappers spread all around, too many to count, there seemed to be hundreds of them. I then realised where he had brought me to, some sordid, filthy fucking den. My heart missed a couple of beats and my restrained cock ached in it's pouch, throbbing. "Kneel slag" He growled. "Suck my cock until I'm ready to fuck your arse" He ordered. I dropped to my knees before him, his large 8" cock twitching just a few inches from my face. The smell hit me hard, you know it, the same smell you get when you haven’t washed your cock for a few days, dirty and sweaty, it was overpowering. He must have seen the look on my face. "What's wrong bitch? Never smelt a real man before? Get used to it. From now on your mouth is the only way my cock gets cleaned. Now get your lips round it and suck" I inched closer, parting my lips to take this foul smelling piece of meat into my hungry mouth. His helmet was large and throbbing, the pre-cum seemingly dribbling endlessly from his wide, open cock-eye. My head was swimming with lust for this dirty old man. I lapped up all the pre-cum with the end of my tongue, I swallowed, I immediately fell in love with the taste of it. "That's it slag. Lick it all up. You love it you bitch. Suck me now you fucking whore" I opened my mouth wide and slowly took his engorged cock into it. I couldn’t swallow it all, this was my first time after all, but. I was surprised how easily I took to it. At first I gagged a few times with the smell, but, slowly I got used to it. The taste of stale piss was the worst and longest lasting, staying in my mouth 2 or 3 minutes before finally fading. He was breathing heavily and grabbing my hair, suddenly pushed his thick cock right in and left it there. "Take it all bitch" He groaned. He pulled out and I took a deep breath. "Open wide fucker" He said before again forcing it right in. He kept this up for a few minutes, pulling out, then forcing it back in. He couldn’t get the whole 8" all the way in but I managed a good 6" of it in the end. "Good. We'll soon have you swallowing the lot. Now stand up, turn around, spread your legs, bend over and grab your ankles. I'm going to fuck you good and hard".
I obeyed him immediately, silently thanking god I had the wits to empty half a tube of KY lube up my arse-pussy before leaving my car. I now knew that this horrible old man wouldn't have any to help ease my discomfort. I have never felt so scared or vulnerable in my whole life, bent over in front of him, seconds away from having a thick 8" raw, WAIT, raw. He hadn't put a condom on. The word slipped out of my mouth in a whisper. "Condom" "WHAT" He roared from behind me. "You fucking bitch. You never tell me what to do slag. You're a fucking whore. Whores get fucked. Beg me to fuck you. NOW. Beg me to fill you with cum" I don't know where the words came from, but they burst out. "Please. Fuck me" "More slag" "Please sir. Fuck me. Fill me with your hot cum. Please" He shuffled up behind me. " Ha. You had the sense to lube up. You'll need it" I felt his large cock-head nudge against my virgin arse-pussy. He grabbed my hips with both hands. "Fucking bitch" He shouted, and lunged forward. The pain was indescribable. I would have fallen had he not had hold of my hips. I'm sure my scream could be heard miles away. He was still, buried deep inside me. My legs were shaking uncontrollably, I couldn't help it, I folded. We ended up on the blanket, both kneeling, doggy fashion, him still embedded in me. "God your tight. I'm going to love fucking you for a long time to come slag" Slowly he started, pulling back until the large head remained inside me, then easing it back in, till his heavy balls rested against my arse cheeks. I couldn't believe how quickly my arse-pussy became accustomed to his 8" lump of meat. After only a minute he started to speed up, breathing heavily, until he had a steady hard rhythm going. On each thrust deep into me he let out a "Bitch" "Bitch. Bitch. Bitch" Fasted and harder he pounded, my body tingling with pure a****l lust. "BITCH" He cried loudly and stopped inside me, buried to the hilt. I felt every twitch of his large 8" cock as it unloaded into my unprotected arse-pussy, flooding my insides with a torrent of cum. I then had the most powerful climax of my life, cuming into my cock and ball restraint in shattering waves. "Fucking whore" He spat at me, before pulling out of me with a load plop and pushing me down into the dirty damp blanket.
I thought that was going to be the end of it, but, not just yet. The old pervert shuffled over my body, his semi-limp cock stinking, dripping cum and arse-pussy slime on my face. "Open" He ordered. I was now completely under his control and opened my mouth instantly. "Clean my balls first" Two large hairy balls were stuffed into my mouth, making me gag, but I was so far gone I gently licked and sucked all the mess off them. He pulled his balls out of my mouth and replaced them with his limp cock. "You are a fucking slag. Next time I'll let the others watching fuck you as well. Be here next week, same day but later, 1am in the morning. Down the other end of the car-park there's an old toilet which is only used at that time of night by men looking for cock action. I know loads of dirty old fuckers like me who will want to fuck you bitch. Wear your stockings next time and your cock-pouch, nothing else".
I stumbled back to my car, my arse-pussy gapping wide and seeping cum. I lay in bed that night having never felt so fulfilled and wonderfully used. I know the chance I took, but I am now totally addicted to perverted, raw sex and the risks that come with it. Will the urge to become a complete whore drive me into the hands of this smelly old pervert, who wants to degrade and humiliate me and make me worship his large, thick, cum-filled cock.
I'm 40 and have 2 secrets. My first is, I love to wear sheer stockings and pretend to be a cum-slut. My second secret started more recently, through the internet I met an older man, in his 60s, who liked to meet men - outdoors, woods, car-parks and toilets; anywhere he could find a tight arse-pussy or a wet mouth to pump his cum into. We chatted by email and slowly I revealed my secrets to him, finally telling him of my desire to become a sissy-whore. From that moment onwards my life changed. The very next email I received from him started with the word SLUT. He went on to say that from now on that was my name and I was to address him as Sir. He told me when to be at my computer ready to receive his emails, and what I was to wear while talking to him. He got more and more demanding, ordering me to tell him all my darkest dreams while dressed in sheer stockings or tights. He told me to take photos of myself in my undies and send them to him. He sent me one of his beautiful 8" uncut cock, telling me that was all I needed to know about him. I realised that I had become completely submissive to him and would do anything to feel his wonderful cock using me.
After a few weeks of email ping-pong, he decided we should meet so he could teach me how a whore uses it's mouth and arse-pussy to pleasure a man. To say I was scared at the thought of finally meeting another man for gay sex was an understatement, but, I was so utterly under his spell and demented with desire to become a slut, that I agreed. He told me of a woods not far away from me, I live in SE London, where we could meet at night safely. I was not to worry as it was quite and only other gays used it. He told me what time to be there, I agreed.
On the arranged night, I arrived at the woods on time, 10pm. As instructed I wore a tracksuit top and bottoms, under which I wore sheer black stockings, a black lace suspender belt and tiny black panties which barely contained my straining small 5" hard-on. True to his word, the woods’ car-park was almost empty, apart from Sir's car, which he had described to me, there were another 6 or 7 cars s**ttered around. It was hard to tell as it was so dark. Pulling up next to him, I looked around. He had chosen his spot well. The entrance to the car-park was a good distance away, leaving us in near pitch blackness. My heart was thumping, my cock aching in my tiny panties. Getting out of his car I saw him for the first time. He was about my size, 5'10", short grey hair and average build. The typical elderly man you pass in the street every day. He wore a long black mac which he started to unbutton as he walked towards the woods skirting the car-park. Reaching them, he turned to look at me, then disappeared into them. It was now or never for me. I left my car and with legs weak with anticipation, I followed him.
I weaved my way through the trees for about 20 yards until I spotted him standing under a large with his mac open, hands in pockets and his semi-hard cock hanging from his flies. "strip bitch" He growled. I moved closer and with trembling hands removed my tracksuit, leaving me standing before him in just my undies. "Closer bitch" I moved to within a couple of feet of him. "Spread your legs apart and place your hands on your head you slag" he hissed. I was now becoming a little scared of him but I was rooted to the spot out of pure lust. From his pocket he pulled out a cock-ring with a small nylon pouch attached. "This is to hold your cock and balls in place and out of the way bitch. I'm not interested in them and I like the idea of you begging to be released from it to cum" He ripped my panties off letting my cock spring free before grabbing my balls and squeezing them hard. "Don't worry slag, the pain won't last long" He was right thank god. I was just about able to hold still until my erection fell and he forced my cock and balls into the restraining pouch. "You are always to wear this bitch" So there I was, in the dark, in thick woodland, standing before some old man with depraved thoughts running through his head, hands on head, legs spread, my cock and balls squeezed into a restraining pouch causing my cock to throb and leak pre-cum. It was then I noticed that his cock had sprung upright. His foreskin had peeled back, leaving it red and angry looking with bulging veins and a long string of pre-cum hanging from his large, red, open cock-eye.
We were in a small clearing, a circle of maybe 10 feet round, covered and shadowed by overhanging trees which blocked out the night sky completely. I couldn’t see anyone else, but, I could sense others lurking in the dark shadows surrounding us. On the ground was a dark dirty blanket. Through the gloom of the darkness I could just make out used condoms and their torn wrappers spread all around, too many to count, there seemed to be hundreds of them. I then realised where he had brought me to, some sordid, filthy fucking den. My heart missed a couple of beats and my restrained cock ached in it's pouch, throbbing. "Kneel slag" He growled. "Suck my cock until I'm ready to fuck your arse" He ordered. I dropped to my knees before him, his large 8" cock twitching just a few inches from my face. The smell hit me hard, you know it, the same smell you get when you haven’t washed your cock for a few days, dirty and sweaty, it was overpowering. He must have seen the look on my face. "What's wrong bitch? Never smelt a real man before? Get used to it. From now on your mouth is the only way my cock gets cleaned. Now get your lips round it and suck" I inched closer, parting my lips to take this foul smelling piece of meat into my hungry mouth. His helmet was large and throbbing, the pre-cum seemingly dribbling endlessly from his wide, open cock-eye. My head was swimming with lust for this dirty old man. I lapped up all the pre-cum with the end of my tongue, I swallowed, I immediately fell in love with the taste of it. "That's it slag. Lick it all up. You love it you bitch. Suck me now you fucking whore" I opened my mouth wide and slowly took his engorged cock into it. I couldn’t swallow it all, this was my first time after all, but. I was surprised how easily I took to it. At first I gagged a few times with the smell, but, slowly I got used to it. The taste of stale piss was the worst and longest lasting, staying in my mouth 2 or 3 minutes before finally fading. He was breathing heavily and grabbing my hair, suddenly pushed his thick cock right in and left it there. "Take it all bitch" He groaned. He pulled out and I took a deep breath. "Open wide fucker" He said before again forcing it right in. He kept this up for a few minutes, pulling out, then forcing it back in. He couldn’t get the whole 8" all the way in but I managed a good 6" of it in the end. "Good. We'll soon have you swallowing the lot. Now stand up, turn around, spread your legs, bend over and grab your ankles. I'm going to fuck you good and hard".
I obeyed him immediately, silently thanking god I had the wits to empty half a tube of KY lube up my arse-pussy before leaving my car. I now knew that this horrible old man wouldn't have any to help ease my discomfort. I have never felt so scared or vulnerable in my whole life, bent over in front of him, seconds away from having a thick 8" raw, WAIT, raw. He hadn't put a condom on. The word slipped out of my mouth in a whisper. "Condom" "WHAT" He roared from behind me. "You fucking bitch. You never tell me what to do slag. You're a fucking whore. Whores get fucked. Beg me to fuck you. NOW. Beg me to fill you with cum" I don't know where the words came from, but they burst out. "Please. Fuck me" "More slag" "Please sir. Fuck me. Fill me with your hot cum. Please" He shuffled up behind me. " Ha. You had the sense to lube up. You'll need it" I felt his large cock-head nudge against my virgin arse-pussy. He grabbed my hips with both hands. "Fucking bitch" He shouted, and lunged forward. The pain was indescribable. I would have fallen had he not had hold of my hips. I'm sure my scream could be heard miles away. He was still, buried deep inside me. My legs were shaking uncontrollably, I couldn't help it, I folded. We ended up on the blanket, both kneeling, doggy fashion, him still embedded in me. "God your tight. I'm going to love fucking you for a long time to come slag" Slowly he started, pulling back until the large head remained inside me, then easing it back in, till his heavy balls rested against my arse cheeks. I couldn't believe how quickly my arse-pussy became accustomed to his 8" lump of meat. After only a minute he started to speed up, breathing heavily, until he had a steady hard rhythm going. On each thrust deep into me he let out a "Bitch" "Bitch. Bitch. Bitch" Fasted and harder he pounded, my body tingling with pure a****l lust. "BITCH" He cried loudly and stopped inside me, buried to the hilt. I felt every twitch of his large 8" cock as it unloaded into my unprotected arse-pussy, flooding my insides with a torrent of cum. I then had the most powerful climax of my life, cuming into my cock and ball restraint in shattering waves. "Fucking whore" He spat at me, before pulling out of me with a load plop and pushing me down into the dirty damp blanket.
I thought that was going to be the end of it, but, not just yet. The old pervert shuffled over my body, his semi-limp cock stinking, dripping cum and arse-pussy slime on my face. "Open" He ordered. I was now completely under his control and opened my mouth instantly. "Clean my balls first" Two large hairy balls were stuffed into my mouth, making me gag, but I was so far gone I gently licked and sucked all the mess off them. He pulled his balls out of my mouth and replaced them with his limp cock. "You are a fucking slag. Next time I'll let the others watching fuck you as well. Be here next week, same day but later, 1am in the morning. Down the other end of the car-park there's an old toilet which is only used at that time of night by men looking for cock action. I know loads of dirty old fuckers like me who will want to fuck you bitch. Wear your stockings next time and your cock-pouch, nothing else".
I stumbled back to my car, my arse-pussy gapping wide and seeping cum. I lay in bed that night having never felt so fulfilled and wonderfully used. I know the chance I took, but I am now totally addicted to perverted, raw sex and the risks that come with it. Will the urge to become a complete whore drive me into the hands of this smelly old pervert, who wants to degrade and humiliate me and make me worship his large, thick, cum-filled cock.
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