Bob Part III
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My Family and friends call me John or mostly Johnny. Now a days I have a
different name that is reserved for a small group of special friends.
It's Jonna, normally. Cock-ho and cum dump sometimes. Yeah, real strange
names for a guy in his mid forties with a wife and kids. A white guy,Five
foot seven and a hundred and fifty pounds of average, with a normal
mundane 40 hour a week job. Again agerage. Perhaps not so average. I
thought I would share the story of my conversion from a straight male to
a bisexual maneater. The short of it is I answered an ad on craigslist.
However, something of this magnitude rarely has a short explanation. So
get comfortable. This is gonna take a while.
I'd been lurking on the craigslist personals boards for a while. A long
while. It was January 2012 when I answered the ad. Actually, it was the
third or fourth ad I answered. You go thru a few before you get a
response. I call him Dodge guy. We emailed back and forth for a week then
started texting one another. It was my first foray into this sort of
thing. Very new and still on the fence about a lot of things. We met. I
got nervous and bailed on him the next day. Never called him back. I
still feel bad about that. I just froze up. I learned from it though. I
should have been up front about my need to be femme. I should have been
up front about lots of stuff. So, I cooled it for a while. I went soul
searching, I cleaned myself up. I was feeling old and fat, I couldn't do
anything about my age but I went on a diet. I regrouped and decided to
just put it all out there on the line. A Hell Mary. so I went back on CL
and trolled the boards again. Same thing, lots of playing but nothing was
panning out. I almost quit. Then I answered an ad from a black guy
looking for a bottom friend, when I answered this ad however, I sent a
picture of me in panties from the waist down. I wanted there to be no
doubt about what I was into. I got a reply almost instantly. That was
something new.
We emailed back and forth a few times and then I gave him my number. He
called me five minutes later. Fuck! Never expected that! Dodge guy waited
weeks before a met, and NEVER called me, always email and text. I could
barely speak when I answered the phone. Daddy was smooth though. Walked
me right on thru it, a real pro. I knew that right from the git. Had me
spilling my guts inside of ten minutes. That was my turning point in
life...for real. A brief phone call that would alter my perception of
everything. We met at a gas station a few days later, a meet and greet.
He was a good looking guy about 40, 6' 220 lbs. Clean cut with very short
hair and a thin well groomed mustache. Glasses. Smelled really nice. He
wore a loose athletic shirt and large baggy gym shorts. I got in the
front seat of his SUV to talk, nothing more. Three minutes later he has
guided my hand to his exposed cock, he never even slowed down the talk.
Just looking me right in the eyes the whole time. Pinching my nipples
through my t-shirt. Had me admitting out loud that I was a sissy. A
fucking bitch who needed cock. Until that very moment, even after the
talks on the phone and the sex talk emails, saying those things to a man
while holding his cock in my hand was the moment that I knew I would
never be the person I was before I got in that car. Things had changed.
He told me to lick his precum off my fingers, and I did. I'll never
forget what he said after I did that. "I knew you was a cock ho before
you did" said he had me pegged after our first phone call. As I left his
car he called me back over. I stuck my head in his ride and he stuck his
tongue down my throat. I was shocked. Really shocked when I held the back
of his head and kissed back. "See, I know you, I know you want my dick
right now. I could fuck you right here in the back of my car and you
would let me. You a fucking cunt in heat." ?He laughed after he said that
and told me he was sending me a list of instructions.
The list was hygiene related and skincare stuff. He told me to shave off
my mustache. Oh, and instructions to start working my boypussy with a big
dildo, because he had a big dick and didn't want me to get hurt. He's
nice like that?..thinking of my welfare. It took two weeks to get the
timing right. All the while stoking my flames. He indulged my desire to
wear something feminine, but barely. He don't care about the reasons why
a sub wants to take dick. Only that they do and do it enthusiastically.
Daisy Dukes without panties. A halter top with my padded bra. That's it.
No wig, no makeup, no sexy high heels or hose. He walked in like it was
his house, locked the door behind him, asked if we was alone. Of course
we were. He looked at me and said turn around and show me that ass. Pull
your shorts up in that crack! Bend over and work that ass! It was on.
I always found trannies and shemales hot. Since the first magazine I
found with pictures of Sulka. I fantasized about having sex with them.
I?d Watch the porn and read the stories. Back in the day before the
internet, I'd slink into dirty bookstores to get my trannie fix. Always
fantasy, too up tight and in denial for anything else, because truth be
told, I didn't just want to be WITH a shemale....I wanted to BE a
shemale. There, I said it. There was a time I couldn't. There was a time
I couldn't and wouldn't do a lot of things that I easily do now. I loved
the female form. Soft smooth skin, the sexy curve of a womans waist and
hips. Her breasts and smooth rounded ass. Here was the perfect form. A
beautiful woman.... with a cock. Alpha and Omega. Over the course of
several years I dressed, I dreamed and I cursed myself and my life. I'd
purge. Walk away from the clothes the stories and trannie porn. Addiction
is a terrible thing. It will ruin the best of you, reduce a person to
nothing. Less than nothing. A taker of all that's good from themselves
and everyone around them. A parasite. It was just like that, only I
suffered it alone. I would workout, grow a beard. Get in fights. Joined
the fucking Army. It didn't matter,she was there.Jonna. Always there.
Waiting, waiting for her day, like a prisoner waiting for parole. Who
knows how it starts, but it does. It creeps back in your life. That need
that desire....then along came the internet. My gateway to nirvana. My
gold mine, my Waterloo and my Alamo. I say MY Waterloo and Alamo. Jonna?
Jonna found her parole board paperwork signed sealed and delivered. The
key to the front gate of the prison hanging by her party dress and high
heeled shoes. She didn't look back....
I discovered many things "surfing the net" the fact that I wasn't alone
in my fucked up sexuality and gender crisis. In fact, I was behind the
times. There was a huge culture out there passing me by. Not anymore.
Jonna saw to that!
"That's right work it! Walk towards the kitchen. Stop, turn around" when
I turned back there he was, he had his pants off and his cock pointing in
my direction. I had seen most of it in the front of his car, but now
there it was in all it's glory. Bobbing up and down while I just stood
there heart pounding out of my chest. Tell me what you see bitch! He
said. I told him I see his cock. "Then drop those shorts and crawl over
here and pay respects." I do. Still on my knees he holds his cock, all 9
inches of fat black dick. It's bigger and fatter than any dildo I ever
had. He puts it right up to my face and slaps me with it. "You want
daddies dick?" Oh yes. "Then ask me." I ask for his cock. He's fucking
with me now. So I ask again, if I can have his cock.
I try to put my hand out and touch it, feel it. He pulls back and says no
bitch! Mouth only! You can cup my balls after you lick'em. So I bend my
head down and put my mouth on another man's balls while wearing a bra and
halter top, right there on my livingroom floor. He smelled musky but
clean. I licked and sucked a few seconds. He pulls away again and aims
his cock towards my mouth. Here we go I think to myself as I lick up his
cock from the balls. I wrap my lips around the head and begin my descent.
Not just on that cock. MY descent. I only go about two inches. It's
enough. He knows I ain't ever done this before. Just days ago I couldn't
utter the words cocksucker and now here I am. Sucking cock. He rocks his
hips back and forth a few times to give me an idea of what it's all
about.
He's not here for a blow job.
He pushes me off his dick and asks if I lubed up my boipussy like he told
me to. Yes I say. "Yes what?" Yes Daddy? "That's right cunt. You bout to
be daddies bitch. You ain't think this gonna happen did you?" Truthfully,
no I thought to myself, but I told him yeah I knew it, cause you said you
was gonna do it. He said that's right but I know you won't sure till now.
Where is your lube? We gonna need more. I give it to him. He bends me
over the arm of my couch. I swear to god all I could think about for that
split second was, damn! I gotta throw this couch out after this. Funny
how shit goes through your mind sometimes. He puts a lubed finger about a
half inch in my boipussy. Feels cold but nice. Slaps my ass cheeks with
his other hand. He works his finger in and out asking if I been
practicing with my toy. "Yeah I been practicing" ain't as big as me
though is it? He said. "No" It's really not. I'm pushing back a little
now onto his finger, two fingers then three. Keeps telling me I got a
sexy ass. I got a tight boipussy. Tells me how I'm gonna get turned out
today. You gonna be begging daddy for his cock. You got a smooth
boipussy, damn bitch! I'm gonna fuck that hole. Keeps up the trash talk
while I'm bent over the arm of the family sofa.
I joined several groups on yahoo. All dealing with shemales, trannies,
transition groups. Guys who want to be girls. Guys who like to dress up
like girls. You name it, I joined it. I learned so much all those hours,
days, weeks, months and years, logged onto my computer. I found story
sites that catered to my fantasies. I found video sites that showed more
shemale porn from every perspective than I could ever watch. Believe me I
tried. You begin to get jaded. I started finding my perspective changing.
I always considered myself a "lipstick lesbian" in a guys body. Then I
noticed something, I was tuning into guy on shemale porn more and more.
My turn-on started shifting away from the hot tranny to the hot guy
getting the blowjob of his life. And I discovered I was jealous, jealous
of her. Why couldn't I be the one sucking that cock while trying to keep
my boobs from bouncing off my chin, as the other guy was plowing my ass?
Life wasn't fair.
Hold that boipussy open! I was, both hands spreading my cheeks wide. My
face was resting on the arm of the sofa. I was looking at the jumbled
pile of wires under the tv stand. I could feel the cool breeze on my
puckered hole. The ceiling fan was on high. The a/c was pumping out cold
air and I was sweating.
All the talk, all the years of reading stories and watching the videos,
all the things I've done have led to this moment. I heard the slap of his
condom. Breath out slow he tells me. Like a sex coach. I feel his cock
slide up and down my crack. Guess he's lubing up his cock. Tells me to
feel his dick at my hole, so I reach over to feel it. He says "no, reach
from under you, up between your legs like a bitch. Cause you bout to be
my bitch. Its time you act like one."
I had read enough on the yahoo groups to be a licensed gender therapist.
I could probably pass the test at the local pharmacy just by looking at
the pills. I know more about hormones and feminization surgery than any
guy should. Jonna? She couldn't get enough. One quick internet search and
a credit card order later and I was gobbling down my first batch of
female hormones and testosterone blockers. There is a fine line someone
like me has to walk. The doting father and loving husband verses my other
self, Jonna. Popping estrogen pills like Elvis ate pain killers and
peanut butter and banana sandwiches has consequences. It didn't take long
to realize that growing boobs was going to be a problem. As bad as Jonna
needed to be, I couldn't do it. Sanity had to rule. I slowed down, even
quit for a while. Now it's a very low dose. Much like a maintanence dose.
Just enough to keep "her" happy and me free to live with the duality of
it all. So now it's small boobs and an ass no guy should have. It's a
suitcase full of sexy clothes, and a knock off Gucci bag full of makeup.
Oh, and a deep seeded need to have sex with a man.
Daddy has popped his fair share of cherries. I couldn't have lost my
virginity to a better man. I could feel his cock pushing in. I tried to
relax. Daddy kept at it. It was tight. "Relax baby". He called me baby.
Such a sweetheart! I let out more breath as he pushed more. I won't lie.
It wasn't easy. Taking in that cock. Surrendering what little bit of
manhood I may have had left. "That's good", I heard him say as his cock
head popped thru. "Oh hell yeah!" he said. No pain I thought to myself. I
could feel him going on. Felt his cock in my ass and felt his cock
sliding thru my fingers because my hand was still there as if I was
guiding it in. I felt his balls soon enough. I had all his cock in my
boipussy. I took my hand away to steady myself on the sofa arm. Loverboy
was heavy. Now that his cock was resting firmly in my boipussy, he put
his hands on my hips, gripping me. I really liked that feeling. I was his
possession. To do with what he will. He started up the trash talk. Coach
and sweetheart had taken the back seat. Started calling me names and
asking how I liked being a cock ho. All the while working up a rhythm,
picking up the pace. "You didn't think you was a cock slut did you" You
found your place now". I'm loving every second of it. It's everything I
ever expected. It's nothing like I ever expected. It's feeling real good
I'm even pushing back to meet his thrusts. It's a few minutes later when
he slows down and stops. He doesn't pull all the way out. We shuffle over
to the front of the couch where he sits down still holding me by my hips.
Cock still in my boipussy. Coach and sweetheart show back up. "Ok baby, I
want you to ease on down. That's right. Take daddies cock. Oh yeah!" Oh
yeah is right. I like this way. Now I'm fully impaled, resting my ass on
his lap.
He grabs my boobs and tells me to lean back, arch my back and hips.
"Start riding baby". Baby again, I'm really liking how that sounds. Up
and down I go a time or two. It's fucking awesome! I start fucking good
now. I'm controlling the pace and depth of the fucking. At least for a
few minutes. Loverboy must like this because he starts bucking up to meet
my thrusts! Fuck! I'm in heaven. We're both getting vocal now.
It seems so surreal now, that day. A culmination of years of desire,
being fulfilled. My legs started cramping. I was in a completely
different place than I usually am when having sex! This time it was me
who slowed down and stopped. I asked him if we could get on the floor. He
was hot and horny for sure because he didn't even say anything, just
eased me off his dick and let me lay down on the floor. I spread my legs
like a bitch in heat, which I was. He positioned himself and slung both
my legs up and over his shoulders. Now I'm on my upper back and shoulders
ass in the air. He slides right in all the way to the bottom. Easy Peasy!
I must have been wide fucking open by then. So now my ass cheeks are
resting on his thighs. Wow! He's in DEEP. Shit! Now I'm getting FUCKED!
Ain't a damn thing I can do but lay there and take a pounding from hell.
This motherfucker is on a mission now. "That's right let it out bitch!" I
didn't even know I was moaning.... and screaming. It was so fucking good.
He should do pornos. A fucking stallion on steroids. I hear myself say
fuck me fuck me fuck me over and over. I heard him too. He was loving it.
By now my legs had slipped down to rest somewhere around his upper arms.
I had no control anymore. I could see my feet bouncing to the beat of the
pounding I was taking. Daddy was in a his zone. I was in sissy fucking
heaven.
I wish I could say I felt it when he came in my ass but it would be a
lie. What I did feel though was a piston slamming in and out of my
boipussy and then he sunk deep then pushed DEEPER still! Fuck! I felt
some pain that time! Good pain though, because my man was busting his
nut! No going back now. Not ever. I just willingly wantonly, had sex with
a man. He came deep in me. I loved it. All of it. The verbal humiliation.
The tender moments of passion. Even the discomfort and brief periods of
pain. The whole thing took maybe twenty, thirty minutes. The most
powerful and life changing minutes of my life. Never again could I look
at a man the same way I did just a short time ago. I was undeniably a
bisexual. Off the fence. I love men. Their touch, smell, their bodies.
What they could do to me, for me and how I could pleasure them in return.
There is a certain feeling of dominance and control that a woman has over
a man when they are making love. I never realized that till now. Loverboy
won't much for chitchat so five minutes after he came.....he left. Just
like that. Left me on my living room floor. No thank you very much or was
it good for you? Nothing. He ain't boyfriend material. It didn't mean a
damn thing to him. I was just a white cum dump for a big black cock.
Nothing more. I can live with that. As a matter of fact, I'm planning on
doing this a lot more. My parole papers have just been signed and the key
to the prison gate hangs by my party dress and my 5 inch hi-heeled fuck
me pumps. I'm not looking back......
Jonna is now one happy bitch and so am I. I realize now that I should
have paroled Jonna a long long time ago, because her prison was my prison
too.
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