The Lost Tribe Part 2
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D?nouement
Susanna Says: So I thought that it was right that I put down in writing
some of the things that have happened to me these past few months, much
of which has shaped my life to this point and has shone a bright light
of clarity on what I wanted to do with my life and who I am. It all
started at the beginning of the year when I agreed to spend a weekend
with an admirer from Hampshire.
I had been chatting for a number of months with a fellow TV/TG from
Hamble in Hampshire, he was in his late 60's and had recently been
divorced as a result of his 'lifestyle choices' as his ex-wife had
implied. We had spoken a number of times on-line and exchanged some
personal contact details; we had even pleasured ourselves on cam for
each other, we were that comfortable with each other. It was after a
few months that Peter, or Geraldine had invited me down to stay one
Saturday evening, and although there was some initial reservation, I
decided to bite the bullet and agree and so the following weekend, I
travelled down to Hamble, taking a taxi to Peter's house.
I knew what the d?nouement to the stay would likely be and so I
prepared my sissy boi pussy, flushed it out completely. I used hair
removal cream, together with wax and an epilator, before finally using
my new home laser hair removal - sort of belt and braces approach
towards making sure that I was completely hair free. The final piece
was to attach my stainless steel cock cage and to insert my butt plug
for travelling. I slipped on a nice pair of black satin Brazilian
knickers, together with a pair of black M&S tights, with stocking
design, called mock hue, super sensual and sexy. Having slipped on my
jeans I decided to also wear a black lace trim vest underneath my
jumper - mega risky but I was feeling special and wanted the weekend to
get off to an amazing start.
After packing Susie's stuff into a suitcase, together with some of my
boy stuff for the return trip, I set off for Hamble, changing at
Southampton and arriving just after three. I took a taxi from the
station to Peter's house, where he greeted me warmly, albeit whilst
wearing male clothes which surprised me. We sat down and chatted
briefly before he enquired whether I wanted to see my room and then
change into something more comfortable. I giggled and said that I had
thought he was never going to ask, or something equally inane.
In my room I lay back on the bed, feeling a sensation of excitement and
yet calm elation at what I had done and the step that I had taken. Up
to this point, my only experience with another physical man had been
that time in the park in Gloucester when I had been caught out late at
night and even though with hindsight I had thoroughly enjoyed and
revelled in the experience of sucking that man's cock and the
sensations as he thrust his cock deep into my boi pussy before
ejaculating; at the time I had been emotionally immature and so I had
been ashamed of my actions and more importantly my reactions to the
experience, how I had begged him to cum on my face, how I had asked for
more of his hot man juice, how I had been happy to take his money to
pleasure him week, after week after week!
In a state of slight heated excitement I removed my tights and panties
and pulled on my bra and knicker set from a well-known American
lingerie company, push up bra that made me two sizes bigger, a v-string
panty and suspender belt, coupled with a beautiful pair of Wolford
satin touch hold-ups. I applied my lake-up, slowly and without the
usual laissez faire approach to my make-up, this time taking care to
look natural and elegant. I finally slipped on my little black skater
dress, my brown wig, in a tight bob style, before slipping on my heels,
very high of course to accentuate my legs; a small application of
perfume behind the ears, on the inside of my wrists and the back of my
knees and I was ready to step out.
As I stood in the doorway, my hand on the handle, I realised that I had
forgotten my nails and jewellery and so I quickly sat down before the
mirror and put on the earrings, a simple necklace and a couple of
rings, before I stuck my false nails on. I sat nervously as the glue
hardened before I could apply the varnish, nice and slutty red to match
my lipstick. I checked my appearance in the mirror, before taking a
selfie for posterity and then I walked downstairs. I slowly descended
the stairs, hearing voices coming from the lounge as I came nearer to
the open door. I steeled myself before the door, taking a deep breath
and smoothing down my dress before pushing open the door on what, if I
had but known then, would be the most amazing experience in my life. It
was just gone seven o'clock; somehow I had taken nearly two to three
hours to get ready.
As I walked in I beheld Peter sitting on his armchair, all he was
wearing was a silk kimono, underneath of which he wore a bra, a
suspender belt, stockings and heels. He had been wearing knickers at
some point but he seemed to have removed them, presumably for comfort.
Sitting across from him were two men, both in their mid-forties and
both naked. I almost stumbled with nerves, I'm not sure but I think
that I let out a small exclamation of surprise because all three of
them turned to admire me as I stood in the doorway. If Peter hadn't
have spoken then I know that I would have turned tail and fled
upstairs, but he did, warmly inviting me to join them. He introduced me
as Susanna, before introducing me to the two guests, John and Paul - I
think they were named after the biblical individuals, but they might
equally have been named after the Beatles!
They offered me a glass of prosecco to help calm my nerves, especially
as I noticed that the curtains were pulled at the front of the house
but were open at the back, letting the sunlight stream in. On the table
before me was a laptop, connected to the internet and the invited me to
log onto the TS dating website, where I had first spoken to Peter.
Having logged on we sat back down on the sofa, John and Paul either
side of me, one with his hand on my thigh, the other resting his arm
nonchalantly across my shoulder, gently stroking my neck and earlobe;
all the while Peter sat lusting at me, his cock throbbing in excitement
and arousal. John's hand slipped slowly up the inside of my thigh,
gently stroking the front of my knickers, teasing my caged boi clit
with his fingers. Just then a sound went on the computer to say that
someone had messaged me. Delightful as I was finding it, I extricated
myself from the testosterone sandwich and went to see who had sent me a
message. It was my online master; my 'Daddy' and he had ordered me to
the chat room. My 'Daddy' was a retired Marine living in somewhere
called Carson City and he loved to control me, to punish myself when I
had been naughty and I knew that tonight I would be punished severely -
specifically because I was with three other men and I was his sissy boi
sex toy.
The three men stood out of shot at first, allowing me to chat to my
'Daddy'. He wanted to know how I was and whether I had been behaving
myself, namely had I been thinking of cock and being fucked senseless
or had I been a good girl. I told him that I had been good, that I was
wearing the cage and that I was plugged; then at the encouragement of
Peter I explained that I wasn't going to be good tonight. He wanted to
know why. As I started to explain, both John and Paul pushed their
erect cocks into shot, their glistening tips pressing firmly against my
lips. Peter leant in and teased open my mouth, admittedly without very
little force I was as you will understand seriously horny by that
point! And so live on cam, before my Master, my 'Daddy' I sucked two
cocks at once. I tried to keep some aspect of decorum but quite frankly
I was just so horny for cock, both of them had been sitting there erect
and porcelain like in their beautiful seven inch throbbing erections
simply inviting me to slide my mouth down their shafts. I had by then
watched too many of those hypnosis videos, sat their glued to the
screen knowing at the end of it that I was pretty, I was a sissy, I
loved cock and I loved cum and boy was I going to show the world.
I stroked both of their shafts, while on his knees before me was Peter.
He had pulled the hem of my dress up to my waist before sliding my
knickers down around my ankles, letting out an exclamation of
excitement as he saw my caged boi clit; both John and Paul smiled in
excitement at the sight. Peter then simply glued his face to my boi
clit, licking it, sucking cum that literally dribbled out of it. I took
both their cocks, licking both, sucking them like they were popsicles
before letting one and then the other slide all the way into my throat,
metronomic in my motions I could sense both reaching their climax and
so in a fit of wild lustful abandonment I thrust both of their
beautiful cocks into my mouth, forcing it open wide just in time to
swallow their hot jizz as it ejaculated down my throat. I knew in my
lustful abandonment that some of their cum would spill from my mouth,
but it was a price I was willing to pay; I could always lick the rest
up from the floor or my dress wherever it spilt. In the end, more by
luck than judgement, I managed to keep all of it in my mouth and didn't
spill a drop.
All the time my Master was watching, unable to do anything beyond
message that I was a naughty sissy slut and that I would be punished;
and I knew that next time we spoke that I would punish myself for him
online with my collar, my nipple clamps and the paddle, but tonight was
a different night and I wanted to revel in the experience and the
feelings and simply bathe in hot cum! After swallowing their juices, I
told my Master that he could punish me next week (and he did!) but
tonight I would be a horny sissy slut and I wanted something more than
just a plug in my sissy boi pussy; and so I logged out and switched the
laptop off. I then stood up and asking Paul to unhook my dress, I
slipped out of my dress and walked over to the sofa, removing my butt
plug as I went, before bending over the arm of the sofa and inviting
one of the three men to, as I lustfully demanded, 'fill my sissy pussy
with your hot throbbing cocks!' I think that I also demanded that they
fill me with so much baby juice that I will have a cum baby; I might
have become rather demanding by then and I'm not sure that the three of
them realised what they had unleashed.
Peter was the first, his cock not having been sucked. He applied some
KY jelly to my pussy, as well as his cock, before pushing it firmly in.
His wasn't my first cock, as I mentioned there had been that man in
Gloucester, and since then there had been numerous dildo's and
vibrators and phallus shaped items (oh please, which one of us hasn't
pleasured ourselves with anything as long as it is two inches thick,
six or seven inches long and is handily available), but it sure was one
of the most pleasurable experiences that I had ever had. His hands
grabbed my hips, pulling us together, his cock thrusting in as far as
its six inches could go. In front of me on the sofa, John knelt before
me, his cock fully erect again and simply begging to be sucked and so I
simply fell on it. First I kissed the head, before running my nails all
up the shaft, scratching the ball sack before pulling its throbbing
seven inches deep into my eager mouth. All the while Paul had been
licking my boi clit, teasing my tip with his lips and mouth; my
feelings for Paul were growing stronger and I knew that I wanted
something special, different, from him. Peter was thrusting his cock
harder and faster inside me and I could feel that he was about to cum
and so I reached back with my hand and stroked his balls, making him
ejaculate so, so hard inside me. He let out a scream of pure orgasmic
joy, the sensations of his stocking clad thighs pressed up against my
bottom almost too much to bear. At the same time John ejaculated, his
hot spunk gushing down my throat and into my eager mouth to join the
pints of hot cum that was already sloshing around in my eager sissy
body.
I collapsed onto the sofa, face first hearing more than feeling Peter
as he withdrew his cock. The four of us sat, satiated and glowing in
sexual arousal on the sofa in a heap of nakedness. I hadn't planned it
but I lay there with Paul's arms wrapped around me, the other two
draped over my thighs, Peter teasing my nipples with his mouth, while
John simply fingered my boi pussy; one, then two and then three
fingers. All the while Paul was whispering in my ear about how
beautiful I was and how much he fancied me, his hands all soft and
flowing as they stroked my arms and my hair, touching my face and my
lips. We sat there, sipping on the remainder of the Prosecco before
Peter announced that he was off to bed. John announced that he would
get dressed and then go home as his wife was expecting him, as they
were going to his in-laws the next day. For some reason Paul said
nothing and neither of the other two commented, they simply parted
leaving the two of us together.
I gathered my dress and my knickers from the floor and looking at Paul,
I enquired what his plans were for the remainder of the evening. He
stood up, all six foot of him, his body rippling with nervous tension
and lustful excitement, before he walked over towards me and taking my
hands announced that what he did next was dependent upon what I wanted.
This was the million dollar question; it hung there in the air between
us. Would I say that I was tired and wanted to sleep, thank him for an
amazing evening and promise that we must do it again sometime; or
should I look him in the eyes, reach down to stroke the shaft of his
cock and say that I didn't want the night to end, that I wanted him to
be my lover, that I wanted to feel his cock thrusting deep inside me
again and again and again, that I wanted to feel his kisses and his
caresses all over my body, that I wanted to experience an orgasm as a
sissy boi, with a real man who wanted to make love to me and not
someone who wanted to use me as a fuck-toy. I said the latter, because
he took me by then hand oh so gently and led me up to my room.
He softly placed my dress on the chair and my panties on top before he
wrapped me in his arms, kissing me deeply and passionately, his tongue
pressing deep inside my mouth. He softly and forcefully moved me
towards the bed, where he pushed me down so that I was lying waiting my
lover. There I was in my bra, my heels, my stockings, suspender belt
and cock cage waiting for my lover to lower himself on top of me. His
body pressed into mine, the sensations of him just lying on top of me
as his hands moved up and down my body, as his lips caressed and kissed
my heightened flesh were amazing and are highly underrated in my
experience. He gently lifted my hips up off the surface, placing a
couple of pillows underneath so as to raise my boi pussy before he
slowly inserted his cock inside my pussy. Just as I was about to revel
in the sensations he withdrew; I looked at him but he touched his
finger to my lips to silence me, before he gently slid his cock in
again, this time slightly further, before again withdrawing slowly. He
did this again and again, coupling the action with the kissing and
sucking of my nipples, on one occasion lightly nipping them, sending
ripples of orgasmic pain and pleasure coursing through my body. His
gentle approach meant that it took him nearly ten minutes before he
thrust all seven of his beautiful throbbing inches into me, the wait
and the agony of the sensations as they coursed through my body were
exquisite. As he thrust his cock full inside my boi pussy, I wrapped my
legs around his torso, revelling in the sensations as I felt Paul
inside me, as I felt his body pressed firmly against mine, as I
revelled in his mouth as it caressed its way across my heated body. His
ejaculation when it came was simply out of this world, I had never
experienced sensations like it before. My body throbbed in tune to his
pulses as his hot cum shot forth from his cock, thrusting its way deep
inside my demanding body. Every nerve ending of my body was alive, it
was on fire to the touch, my own little sissy boi clit simply gushed
juices, my first true sissygasm.
Paul and I spent all of the remainder of the night together, we made
love two more times - how he had the energy and the vitality for that
number was beyond me; he said it was because I was the horniest woman
he had ever met. This was the first of many compliments that made me
fall in love with him. I slept in his arms, simply the most amazing and
restful sleep that I have ever had. In the morning he said that he had
to go as his wife would wonder where he had been, but he asked whether
I would mind if he came and visited and spent the weekend as he was
falling in love with me and wanted to spend more time with me. I
readily agreed and gave him my home address, telling him that I
believed that I was falling in love with him.
After I awoke, Paul had left. I went downstairs, still dressed albeit
in something casual, just lingerie vest and knickers and had a chat to
Peter, who smiled when we talked about Paul and asked if we would be
seeing each other. I said that we were and he smiled knowingly. Simply
because he had been an amazing host and it had been a brilliant and
special weekend, I knelt down before Peter and sucked his cock off one
more time, which although not as sweet as Paul's was just as amazing.
In the end Paul and I were together for over seven months and in that
time we went away together renting a cottage in Anglesey. Paul also
bought me loads of new dresses, a new collar and nipple clamps, new
lingerie and plenty of shoes - all very, very high and all simply
amazing. However, we have recently split, his wife had become pregnant
and he had decided that he had to focus exclusively upon both her and
the baby (in the end it was twins, he named the girl Susanna, how sweet
is that!) So that was how the most amazing and loving relationship that
I had ever experienced ended, but in the end it turned out for the best
as it enabled me to take the final step, the final decision, one that I
was to face at the bottom of Park Lane.
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