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Wish Me Luck, Girl
By Lauren
God, honey, I don't know about you, but I just hate these enemas. I do
feel so lovely inside afterward. It's the bloated cramping in my guts
and all the messy poo that has to be washed away that I dislike. Then
what is a sissy bitch going to do about it? Just get to it and make it
lip smacking clean, sugar. That's what. Especially when she wants to
have her boycunt to be hotter, slicker and tighter than any genetic
girl's pussy, and that is how I love mine to be when I am hoping to
have it crammed full of hard thrusting cock.
A long steely dagger of a prick with a fat mushroomed head banging me
into Nirvana is what I am dreaming about as the third bladder of water
rushes deep inside me to flush out my bowels. I have already shaved
myself to silky softness, and my make up is laid out by the sink so I
can put on my face. My clothes are arrayed on the bed (nothing too
formal as I have no intention of remaining in them long, just something
sexy that will show off my legs and whisper to my man "Fuck me, baby,
fuck me now"). My breast forms and wig are waiting to be donned. But
first things first...ohhh, the water floods out of me. This time it
flows fresh and clear, and I bury two fingers deep in my hole past my
inner ring to drain it well. I almost swoon in relief, having a small
girly orgasm as my soft clitty leaks and I catch my breath.
Pardon me, honey, I should at least introduce myself. When I am fem my
name is Lauren, and what I am is a cock crazed bisexual crossdresser.
No, I'm not young. I am a couple of years past fifty, no beauty not
even totally passable, but, at 5'10", 140 pounds, with a flat tummy,
tarty little ass, and legs most women would die for, I can still
snuggle into size 5 panties while a size 10 dress fits me like a
sheath. I enjoy giving head, but my ultimate love is taking a thick
dick up my ass, 8" - 10" is purrfect (meow). If it was an ideal world,
I would have a Daddy who would keep me as his girl 24/7, and I am
hoping to meet him in just about an hour.
Like most of the men I taken to my bed, I met Dan in a gay chatroom. He
is 58, retired (lucky dog) and divorced with one grown son who lives
out of state. In his pictures, he is quite a handsome man about 6'2",
230 pounds with a nice hairy chest that I can't wait to nestle against,
distinguished good looks, and an 8-1/2" cut prick that makes me giddy
just imagining it swelling in my mouth, glans sliding between my lips,
over my tongue and down my hungry throat. Yum. He has had some
experience with femmy boytoys in the past, and says he would like to
find a mature slut to keep around for the long term.
I'm a realist, sweetie, and I've heard that one before. I've had plenty
of disappointments; one-shot wonders that can't hold back their load
simply because I give them a bit of deep throat action and then can't
get it up again as well as guys that get it in my bitch hole only to
blow their rocks after a few quick pokes. Don't get me wrong, I love a
mouthful of manseed, but I didn't go to all the trouble of making my
hole into penis paradise for a pathetic two minutes of frantic humping
or worse yet no use at all. I guess I'm just hopelessly romantic
thinking that one day my prince will cum and cum and cum.
Foundation. Powder. Eye shadow. Liner. Blush. Powder. Lipstick. Smooch
in the mirror. How do I look, honey? Thongs, black for tonight, feel so
sexy slipping over my hips and up my smooth crack. Reaching down the
front, I tuck my hairless balls up tight and pull my sissy clit back
out of sight until the tip tickles my rosebud. It gives me such a
girlish look and feel; I can't help but squeeze my thighs together.
Black bra. 38C breast forms. I love how they adhere and weigh on my
chest so lusciously full they make me wish for real titties. Mocha
thigh highs, my favorite. Satiny black spaghetti strap camisole. Denim
mini-skirt. My 5" black stiletto pumps. Smoothing all into place. A
simple gold necklace. Sugar, are you starting to see the girl in me
appear? Let me just brush out this shoulder length brunette wig, tug it
into place, and comb these bangs into shape. Hairspray. A little spritz
of perfume. Voila! What do you think, lady? I don't look too bad for a
sissy faggot, do I, or is it just the vain hussy in me that thinks so?
Well, I'll keep the lights down low just in case (heehee).
It's nervous time now. Dan will be here in twenty minutes, if he is on
time, if he shows up at all. Oh, sweetie, I know it has happened to us
all. We take hours to primp making ourselves as erotic as possible,
psyching ourselves to kiss and lick and hug and suck and fuck with
wanton abandon, only to have Sir Lancelot fail to arrive to spread and
spear us. I am so horny I almost reach for my dildo, and I am so
anxious I pour a glass of wine and light a cigarette, as I need to have
something between my glossy red lips. My boycunt is almost dripping in
anticipation as I turn on the music and adjust the lights to give off a
soft warm glow.
The doorbell rings. I glance in the mirror. I open the door. The moment
of truth. Will be Prince Charming? At least he is here, and my insides
flutter as I gaze up his big gorgeous body and into his eyes.
"Dan?" I murmur.
"Yes. Lauren?" he replies, and I can tell he isn't upset with what he
sees.
"Please, do come in."
As the door closes, he sweeps me into embrace. My arms reach up to his
shoulders my hands twining into his gray hair. Lips mesh and then part
as his tongue toys with mine. His hands snake down to cup my bottom,
pulling my taut tummy against the firmness bulging in his crotch. I am
intoxicated by his forceful maleness, his desire, his lust. The kiss
lingers but ends all too quickly.
"Mmmmm, well hello, big boy. A pleasure meeting you," I coo, smiling.
"Care for a glass of wine."
"Nice to meet you too, Lauren," Dan replies squeezing my butt cheeks, a
wonderfully lecherous leer in his eye. "Wine would be nice."
"Make yourself comfortable, hun," I say, brushing his lips once more
against mine and then pointing to the couch. "I'll get some."
I step to the counter, watching him as he lowers his large frame with
relaxed assurance onto the sofa, and in an instant I am settling beside
him, handing him his glass, but we no more than take a sip before we
are once more embracing. Our kissing is passionate but unhurried, and
my hand drifts to the open collar of his shirt to touch the fur that
luxuriates on is chest. Dan's hand glances upon my knee and then it
trails up caressing my stocking clad inner thigh. I am melting as my
touch slithers lower over his chest, his belly, until it rests atop his
warm manhood. With carnal longing, my deft fingers are undoing his
belt, opening his pants, and reaching to free and then clasp the object
of my desires, as my own thighs part to give Dan access to the secret
recesses of my sissy self.
His cock is marvelous, turgid, engorged as I gentle stroke it. Our lips
part and I glance down to see a glistening drop of precum bejeweling
the spitting mouth of his dragon. As if entranced, I am drawn to it,
tongue flicking at the pearl of nectar as my lips, as soft as prayer,
begin to worship the magnificence of his manhood. In adoration and
lust, I am slowly consuming Dan's rampant member. Pressing ever
downward, inch by velvety inch fills my mouth then pushes deep into my
tight throat until my nose nestles in his musky pubic hair.
"Suck that cock, bitch. Suck it good," Dan hisses quietly, as I draw my
wet mouth up to the flared corona of his cockhead only to descend
again. "You love the taste of that cock don't you, you cocksucking
sissy?"
Yes, yes, yes, my mind is screaming, as my fingers knead his fat furry
balls and my tongue dances up and down his beautiful shaft. I am a
cocksucking femmy faggot, and I am delirious from the flavor and feel
of Dan's steely dick in my mouth. A large rough hand is driving under
my skirt, pawing the strap of my thong aside as one and then two thick
fingers are stabbing deep in my molten boycunt. I am screaming onto the
prick buried in my throat.
"Such good pussy, baby. So hot. So wet. Daddy's going to make you cry
when I slam my big cock in your cunt. Is that what you want, slut? Is
that what you want?" Dan growls, his fingers sawing deeply into my
sopping hole.
I raise my head up, my hand is locked around his angry spit slathered
weapon, my gaze is fixed upon the wanton sneer upon his lips, begging
Dan, "Please, Daddy, please fuck me. Use my pussy, Daddy. Make me your
whore, oh, yes, please."
As my words escape, Dan is jamming his fingers so forcefully inside me
that I am rising up on my feet and I am dragging him up by the cock
beside me. I feel his hot moist breath beside my face. "Lead me to the
bedroom, bitch."
I begin to mince toward the stairs on the tall slender spikes of my
heels. Wish me luck, girl.
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