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Wendy and Clair, Part II
I tried to take a few deep breaths and relax, sipping my wine. I felt a
bit dizzy and disoriented but Wendy's determination for us to keep
strictly in character helped to relax me. I had put my bra and breast
forms back on along with my sheer outerwear so felt at least partially
dressed. Wendy was similarly dressed and sat with her legs crossed,
chatting as if the two of us were girlfriends catching up on our lives.
She discussed fashion, perfume, shoes and even politics. I was
nonplussed; I had been taken to the edge of my sanity and endurance yet
now it was as if we had returned from a shopping trip (albeit a somewhat
exhausting one).
Eventually Wendy stood up saying, "Clair, I must show you some new
clothes I bought - come with me," taking my arm in hers and guiding me
to the bedroom (she had booked a small suite to allow us the pretence of
a homely visit). Once there, Wendy put on a short dress and asked me if
I thought the length was too 'flirty'.
From my perch on the edge of the double bed I said, "Wendy, it's
gorgeous, and yes, it's so short that a breeze would lead to an immodest
exposure!" We giggled at that and she slowly pulled up the hem of the
dress.
"Clair, do you really think it's too short? Would you wear it or would
you be afraid that a man would assume that you're looking for company?
Or maybe that's what you want, mmm? Come over and feel how smooth my
legs are - you must try my new razor, it shaves sooo close..."
I walked over and tentatively touched her knee and moved my hand side to
side. "You can't tell like that, Clair. I know, get down on your knees
so you can really see just how smooth and silky my legs are." I slowly
kneeled before Wendy, my beautiful, sexy goddess, my head at the level
of her waist.
"Put your hand around to the back of my knee, Clair. Ooh, yes, like
that. Now gently feel how smooth it is. That's right, rub on up my
thigh. Mmm, I didn't say you could touch my bottom, now did I, you bad
girl! And what about my other leg? Leave your left hand where it is and
put your right hand behind my other knee. Ooh, that's nice, up and down
with both hands Clair. Isn't it soft and smooth?"
Emotionally I was right back to where I was before, my panties tented
out again and I was trying not to pant. Her muscular legs were lovely
and the firm skin felt wonderful beneath my hands. I had imagined this
moment countless times, to be on my knees in front of a statuesque,
dominant gurl, ordering me to do what deep down I've always wanted but
have been running from most of my life. All the wasted years dressing up
then 'curing' myself of this affliction, dating women who always let me
down through no fault of their own, and secretly hoping that one day I'd
accidentally run into my perfect partner ...but I was fooling no one but
myself. It wasn't until I started to accept who I was and what I wanted;
no, NEEDED that I finally did something about it and sought
companionship on the web. And Wendy was now towering above my submissive
kneeling body, legs apart, shoulders back, chest forward, smiling down
at me with a hungry look in her green eyes.
***
I had started chatting online with Wendy about nine months ago. Mostly
in public forums, light and airy and a bit flirty. After many casual
encounters she suggested that we open up a private chat where we could
get to know each other a little better. We exchanged photos of us
dressed and made up and eventually we moved to webcams, initially to
simply comment on makeup and clothes. This wasn't a regular thing but
rather quickly we started to meet this way almost every evening,
relatively early, and usually spent at least 30 minutes and sometimes
much longer, again mainly chatting and showing each other our outfits.
Then one evening out of the blue Wendy asked me about my fantasies. I
thought she meant how I wanted to look passable as a woman, but she
explained because we were now good friends, she wanted to know what I
thought of when I 'pleasured myself'. She sat back in her usual chair,
her legs crossed and looked at me behind her expertly applied makeup,
and said, "Tell me what you think about after our calls Clair, when you
fall into your bed and run your hands up your sheer stockings, when
you're all alone - what's going on in that sweet head of yours."
I had never shared that with anyone and was quite shocked, in spite of
trusting Wendy (even though we had not met in person). This was
something that I'd never told anyone ever, and sometimes I even lied to
myself about. "Oh you know, Wendy, the usual stuff - sex basically!" and
giggled.
Wendy had a stern look on her face and said, "With whom? Men? Women?
Gurls like me? Let's start there. And of course if you're truthful I
promise I'll share everything with you as well - after all, that's what
girlfriends do."
I gulped, feeling very nervous but equally turned on. Do I dare tell
her? If not her, then who? Do I keep my little secrets forever? And if
so, for what purpose? Who am I denying but myself? No one cares one way
or another what filthy thoughts are locked up in my head, yet here was
someone like me, a man dressed as a woman, connecting with me on a more
personal level than most spouses do over a lifetime of marriage, and I'd
be damned if I was going to sit here and pretend that I don't have
humiliating, overwhelming desires that I think about all the time. What
do I have to lose? If Wendy wanted to somehow harm me, she's sure taking
her time!
"OK Wendy. You're right of course, I do fantasise in bed, out of bed,
all the time. I think about meeting another gurl like me. Or to be
crystal clear, a man dressed as a woman - shaved, perfumed, wearing a
wig and acting like a woman. I dream about taking this gurl in my arms,
kissing her tenderly, and we undress together and have sex every way two
gurls can. I have toys, tons of them, and I pretend that my gurl lover
is using them on me almost every night and often during the day. I'm
obsessed and it's driving me crazy. I've been too scared, too shy and
worried about frightening you away to ever mention it before. I'm so
sorry Wendy..." I had tears in my eyes and was snuffling a bit. It was
an emotional outpouring and I expected some sympathy or even empathy
from my webcam partner across town, linked by our computer screens.
Instead, Wendy said, "Clair, I believe you but you're holding back.
Maybe I know you better than yourself but clearly you're skipping the
main theme of your amorous solo games. Admit it, to me but more
importantly to yourself - you like to be told what to do. You want to be
forced to admit that you crave more than the sweet release of being with
another gurl. You need to be forced to admit to your pretend lover what
you really want, what you really like. You want to be on your knees and
told to lick the head of a leaking cock held in front of your glossy
mouth. You need the emotional release of begging to be touched, pleading
to be taken by a gurl with a rampant member in front of you. That's the
truth, isn't it, sweet Clair?"
My mouth dropped open in shock. How on Earth did she know all that? How
could she read my thoughts? Had she somehow bugged my computer? I
quickly thought things through and realised that even if she did, I had
nothing that specific, just the usual links to websites catering to
crossdressers and transgendered sex, plus the sites that offered chats
with likeminded people. Yet she somehow understood me at a fundamental
level, perhaps better than I knew myself.
After discussing my submissive thoughts and how I needed to be forced to
confront that which I secretly craved, I reminded Wendy that she was
going to share with me her bedroom fantasies and desires.
"Clair, you know me by now - I have lots and lots of friends like me,
gay men who love to dress up and hit the clubs. Some are 'friends with
benefits' but that's purely physical, groping drunkenly after a night
out, meaningless fun. The serious guys don't dress up and are either
hard-core into the gay scene or are simply looking for the right man and
want to settle down. The gurls I party with are out for a good time and
occasionally pick up a man, sometimes gay but more often the 'tranny
lovers' who practically stalk us. They're almost all closet queens and
ultimately are depressing to hang around with for more than a night or
two."
"As you can see, I'm not completely passable but these days it doesn't
matter, no one cares what you do or how you look, at least in this city.
I can certainly fool enough people at night which works for me. I stay
thin through constant trips to the gym and for the most part I have no
complaints."
"But soon after we first starting chatting, I recognised that you were
different. You still have that deer in the headlights look, it's all new
to you and you're determined to live out your fantasy. For me and most
of my friends it's different, we're all gay and proud of it and don't
give a damn what people think. You, on the other hand, seem to love to
dress as a woman and are keen to learn the mannerisms and attitude of
confident, fun-loving girls, but behind it all you're a frightened boy
wanting someone to take you by the hand (or elsewhere!) and teach you
how to confront your desires. It's obvious that you're still scared to
admit what you are, and maybe your desire to dress like women is part of
that - not really 'gay' but perhaps acknowledging that you do want to
explore another side of you."
"I find all this extremely attractive and well worth investing time with
you. I haven't rushed you at all, I truly enjoy our chats and want to
make you feel comfortable with me and with yourself. I feel that I have
gotten to know you quite intimately even though we haven't met and I'm
keen to work with you to allow your true self to come out, to thrive and
ultimately to soar. To set you free to enjoy yourself and to give
yourself permission to live as you are, as you know you want to be."
"But you asked about my own sexual fantasies, what I think of when I'm
alone. You must know by now that I'm quite assertive, outgoing and like
to take what I want. I usually go through my memories of particularly
exciting sex I've had, but sometimes when I want to prolong my solitary
pleasure I imagine whole scenarios of taking a straight man, usually
married, and turning him into a feminine gay plaything, begging me for
sex. This usually gets me off fairly quickly. Now that's not to say
that's how I see you of course, Clair, but you did ask..."
Within a week of this conversation we finally arranged to meet up in
person. I thought it best to go to a neutral venue which is why we ended
up at the motel instead of one of our apartments. It also fit in well
with our scene of two girlfriends getting together for a chat and catch-
up.
***
"OK, sweet Clair, now move your hands up and cup my bottom. Yes, like
that - are you impressed? Countless squats and lunges, darling, to keep
it pert, just for your pleasure. How does it feel? Do you like caressing
it? Do my satin panties feel sooo soft against my round globes? Tell me,
Clair..."
My face was very near Wendy's crotch as I fondled her panty-covered ass.
I squeezed gently, moaning constantly, my hands slightly trembling with
the excitement. "Yes, Wendy, your rear end feels perfect, so soft yet
hard underneath. I...uh...may I kiss you there?"
"Clair! I didn't expect you to be so bold! No silly, I have other things
for us to do." Wendy gently pushed my forehead back and stepped around
me to the bed. She sat down on the edge and beckoned me over with her
finger, showing her bright-red nails. "Now come here Clair. No, don't
get up, stay on your knees, yes, shuffle over. I like you on your knees,
blushing furiously, it's a good look for you Clair. Yes closer, that's
right. Now put your head on the bed, that's it, right between my legs.
Let me put my dress over your head like this, yes, I'm sure that you can
still me under there."
"Now we've been playing a bit and I've certainly been a bit sweaty. Even
more than a 'glow' us ladies get with exercise. Can you smell me Clair?
Do you like it? Tell me what you can see and smell under there. I bet
you're loving it, aren't you? This close to what you want more than
anything else in the world. That's it, scoot forward and tell me Clair."
"I..I..I see your sky blue panties, Wendy, they're very wet. They're
very full of...you, and I can see your member, and...and..."
"Breath through your nose Clair. Jam it right in at the bottom of my
panties. How is it?"
"Oh, mmm, it's earthy, sweaty, it smells like...sex. My mouth is
watering Wendy, please may I taste you?"
Wendy reached under her dress and pulled the front of her panties to the
side just enough to let her balls free. "Oh sweet Clair, I'm going to
lie back now and I want you to lick my balls. Give them a bath. Gently
take them in your mouth, suck them, and smell their lovely aroma. This
is what you've wanted, to suck on my sweaty balls. You won't be able to
help licking the base of my cock, Clair, but right now you've earned my
balls only. Tongue each one completely, and after they're wet, push your
face up to let them cover your nose and lips. Love them, Clair, let them
cover your face, make love to them. This is your destiny Clair, you
start today, do a good job and there will be a reward."
I sucked Wendy's testicles for nearly 20 minutes and was in ecstasy. The
smell, the taste, so close to both her cock and her beautiful ass, I
didn't want to stop.
"Mmm, that was delicious Clair, for both of us! OK, enough for now.
Thank you, but I do think you enjoyed it more than me. Mmm, we must do
that again however, it was lovely. Now sit back on your knees."
Wendy pulled back the bedcovers. "Now Clair, take off everything and lie
down on your front on the bed. Yes, that's right, but raise your hips
off the bed. Yes, put your delightful little behind up in the air for
me. Yes, just like that..."
Wendy slowly stroked my calf up to the top of my thigh, then switched to
the other leg. Then she stroked my back from the nape of my neck down to
the start of my ass. She did this for a few minutes then slowly stroked
the inside of both thighs, without touching my hard, dripping member.
"Oh sweet Clair, every time I get near your rear end you thrust it up
for me but I'm ignoring it. What do you want, Clair? What do you need?
Tell me..."
"Please Wendy, touch my ass. Stroke it. Pinch it. Spank me. Just touch
me, please, I need it..."
"Hmm, Clair, like this?" She ran both hands on either side of my ass,
then trailed her finger down the crack. I practically jumped then moaned
loudly. "You like this, don't you, Clair? Do you like this as well,
having me circle around your lovely hole? What if I scrape it on top
with my fingernail? Yes, that makes you jump."
"Here, I'll dribble a bit of oil on your lovely rump. It's running
downhill now. Can you feel it on your rosebud? Let me work it in a bit
now...yes, just like this." Wendy kept teasing me, circling around then
pressing gently without actually penetrating me. I couldn't help putting
my ass higher and trying to push against her hand. Then Wendy grabbed my
chin from behind and pulled my head back, put her lips near my ear and
whispered, "You love this, don't you? This isn't pretend with a toy and
a video, Clair. This is me playing with your backside. Feel my finger go
right in. I like to tease you Clair, pushing my finger in and out, then
smacking your wet ass. Do you know why? It's mine, Clair. I can do
whatever I want with it. And I don't need to tie you up or coerce you
because you want this. This is you, lying on a bed with your ass in the
air, oil all over it and a finger fucking you. In and out, getting you
used to it before my slick, oily cock rams into it. Do you want it,
Clair? Is this for you? Is it too real? You look like you're about to
come and I haven't touched your cock...are you ready?"
"Oh, oh, mmm, Wendy, yes, please, keep going, oh oh, yes, fuck me, keep
pushing, oh..." This was more real than anything I've ever tried before.
This was wonderful, crazy exciting, and I wanted more and more...
However, Wendy abruptly stopped her sensual fingering and walked around
the bed near to my head. "Not yet, sweet Clair. Too soon." She slowly
pulled off her panties, keeping her breast forms and bra. "Me first,
Clair." Her cock was suddenly in front of my face. "This is real as
well, you're facing your future Clair. Lick it. From the base to the
tip. Smell it, lick it, get to know it."
I stuck my tongue out, keeping my ass in the air, and licked her long,
leaking cock. It tasted of cum, sweaty skin and was the most beautiful
experience ever. "Put the tip in your mouth Clair, and suck gently. No
teeth! Ahh, like that, yes. Swirl your tongue around it. Yes, like
that."
Wendy's hips were moving ever so slightly back and forth as I sucked on
the end of her lovely cut cock. Suddenly she pulled it out, leaving a
trail of spit and cum stretching from my mouth to the tip. "For your
first cock, sweet Clair, I want you to get the full experience.
Something you'll remember." She then started to pump it with her oily
hand. Each time her hand went down to the base, her cock slapped me in
the face - my lips, my cheeks, my chin, nose, forehead. Wendy's breath
quickly became ragged and her strokes became erratic. "Now sweet Clair,
uh uh uh, open those glossy lips, open that cock-sucking mouth to get
your reward." And Wendy came in great ropey streams all over my face -
mostly in my mouth but there was so much it went everywhere, up my nose,
all over my cheeks and my face.
Finally she was finished and wiped the end of her cock on my cheek. "Did
you love that sweet Clair? Coming all over your face? Did you like
tasting my cum? God that was great, best ever - now let me have a taste
myself." Wendy knelt down and kissed me, running her tongue over my
mouth and licking her cum off my face. "Oh, that we so lovely Clair. Did
you enjoy that?" We shared a sloppy kiss with her cum between us.
"Oh Wendy, it was wonderful. Let me clean it up for you, please." I
practically leapt off the bed, got down to the floor and sucked Wendy
clean, not forgetting those wonderful balls. She leaned back on the
floor, sighing, and pulled her knees up to allow me full access.
"Oh sweet Clair, of course you still haven't had your release, have you?
Your own balls must be blue by now. Let's see what we can do about
that..."
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