The girl next door (4 of 5)
story by TV
Now you know why I couldn't wait to escape from my mother to be myself and lead my own life and become the girl next door. The whole week went by so quickly. I was quite dizzy. Everyday after work I'd rush home to see if I had heard from Mark or try to catch him as he went into his apartment but always, there was nothing. I was beginning to worry that he was feeling guilty and was having second thoughts about being with me. But I was also incredibly horny just thinking about him.
Every night I would put on one of my nighties and lie in bed face down with a pillow under my waist and my favorite vibrator throbbing in my bum thinking of Marky and me and how our date would be. I could never stop myself from cumming several times. Ass cums allow multiple cums to occur in boys just like girls and they would build in me until I had to cum with my cock too and soil myself and my nightie. I just love the feel of cum cooling on my skin and being swished around my stomach and thighs by the movement of my nightgown. I love the way it cools and feels thick and sticky and then slowly crusts. I also love the nutty smell of spunk after it is a day or so old. Mmmmmmmmmmm. I am such a cum-slut.
Finally as Friday evening approached I was a bundle of nerves. I kept thinking of my Marky all the time. I thought it was odd that he didn't call or stop by. Nor did I even hear him in his apartment. Hadn't he liked our hot little session? Didn't he want me anymore? Wasn't I cute enough? Or was he ashamed that he liked it so much? I know I am good. All those years on the street with countless men every night. I learned every trick in the book on pleasing my man. And I know Marky has never had such good sex before.
For once I didn't notice any other guy on my evening jogs. But I wanted to run into Mark there in the park, I wanted to run in my girly peach gym shorts and stop in front of him and snake my arms around his neck and pull his lips down to mine and grind my tummy into his cock and make him want to cum right there in his pants in the park.
When I got home that night, I stripped off my track pants on our floor and waited there in my cream blouse and peach gym shorts. The black thong showed through the thin material of my shorts and my ass cheeks were peeking out the back. I waited a long time but no Marky. Oh well, we were supposed to meet tomorrow. Oh.... I do so hope he'll show up. I really need to get fucked. One of the down sides to going straight after being a whore is that you get used to the constant fucking and you get horny when you don't have it. And man was I aching for cock. I really needed a hot throbbing stiffie pounding my ass till I came. I was tired of my plastic.
I was so horny I almost got out my hooker clothes to go cruising for some meat but I resisted. I wanted to be a good girl. So I bathed and fixed dinner and even watched my diet that night. Only salad and pasta. And I went to sleep early but as I was going to my bedroom I noticed the note that had been pushed under my door. I opened it. It was from Mark and he DID want to see me again..... tomorrow. I was sooooooooo excited that I could barely sleep. Well, I admit that I DID get to sleep finally. But only with my ass filled by my strap in butt-plug. Mmmmmmmm, it felt so nice to drift off feeling full.
I had so much to do the next day, I don't know how I got it all done. I wanted to look spectacular for my baby. First of all, I made sure I got enough beauty sleep the night before. When I woke up, I did my morning stretches and exercise and then showered. Then slipped into my short white chiffon bath robe which I adore. It is so soft and feminine and I love the ruffled hem and collar. I feel so sexy in it and I know that the white against my golden skin and long streaked hair is incredibly erotic. Then I realized that we would end up the evening back home so I made a few changes to enhance the mood for hot sex.
I went so far as to change the drapes: From my plain lace white ones that look femme and girly to a fabulous red shade in chiffon to make my room look more like a whore's room. Men love their women to be whores in the bedroom and I wanted Marky to be seduced without even being aware of my tricks. Then I put my red satin sheets on the bed. And I put perfumed white and red candles placed all over the place which I'd light before he could enter the room. I got dressed for the day and left.
I left to go to my hairdresser's and have my hair re-streaked and my nails done. I love Jackie and the magic she performs. I am her only trannie customer and I think she has the hots for me and wants to get me in bed. She's always suggesting new styles or colors and always wants to give me facials and manicures for free. She says it turns her on knowing that she can make a boy look hotter than most of her female clients yet still have the equipment to make her happy in bed. Most of her gg clients don't want to look hot. They don't want men to look at them and get hard and want to fuck them. Not me. That's what I live for. And Jackie knows the look I want and gets me there.
But she has been most proper. She's real professional and she'd never make a pass at a customer. Only once did she let her hand graze my girlcock beneath my tight short skirt. She smiled to herself when she found out that her styling and makeup skills got me hard. I know she watched me through the two way mirror that she put up in the restrooms when I excused myself to go for a quick wank and cum while reading her Playgirl magazines. I know it cuz she would be flushed and breathing hard and very flustered when I returned to the styling chair for her to comb out my perm. I would be calm and feeling all floaty the way I always do after a massive cum but she would be very edgy and sweaty and she'd keep looking into my eyes with longing. Every time she works her beautician's magic on me she wants to get on her knees to suck me and then beg me to fuck her pussy really hard till she cums all over me. Anyway, I know what you're thinking and you're right. Yes, I am an incorrigible sex-queen. I can't help it. I told you that just the smell of makeup gets me hot. It's from my youth, standing in front of Mommy who would suck me off while I gazed at and smelled all of her makeup on the vanity behind her bent head when she took her little boy to heaven every afternoon. And the smell of hair salons makes me incredibly horny. Every time I go there, the sights and smells make me feel desperate for a nice sweet releasing cum.
You can guess how much I wanted to make Marky happy when I tell you that I resisted the urge to wank off this time and I was able to get in and out and back home with all of my precious sweet cum still in my soft little balls. So I went into my room to get ready for my date. And I'm sure you want to know everything a girl does to get ready for an important date with a dreamboat hunk.
Jackie had done my nails in a nice shade of plum red which I knew would go well with my new lipstick. I had purchased it knowing that it was one of those stay-on kinds. You know, where you can kiss and kiss and your lipstick still stays on without getting all over him. Jackie had streaked my hair with strawberry blond and ash streaks and I looked incredibly hot. I am glad I decided to leave my hair in it's natural wavy curls with a thin wired band to keep it off my forehead. Time flew by fast. I just had to get ready.
Girls ALWAYS start with a nice hot, bubble bath. I had poured in some of my Dune scented bath oils to make my skin even softer and more perfumed than normal. As I lay there luxuriating in the voluptuously feminine smell and feel of my bubble bath I slowly shaved every nook and crevice including my pubic hair which I turned into a little heart shaped patch above my huge semi-hard, slug of a clitty. I got out and patted myself dry and then put some talcum dusting powder on my pubes and raised my long thin arms to put my deodorant on. I walked out to my bed and, as always, reveled in the feeling of my long tumescent circumcised meat dangling between the soft smoothness of my girl-thighs. I have always loved the way my thighs bat my cock back and forth between them when I walk. The feeling has always made me shiver with excitement and I start to get hard.... but then I have to wait to put my panties on until it has gone soft again, at least it has to get soft enough for me to bend it back along the crack between my legs so that it is completely hidden from everyone.
I walked out of the bathroom to my bed where I had laid out my coral red satin lingerie set with the frilliest of straps. Men like red and I like frilly straps. Lots of frilly straps. The corset in this set has five garter straps per leg!!!!!! And when they are on and attached to black stockings I look like the whore I was trained to be by Mommy. Anyway, men react to the color red like bulls waiting to be toyed with and slaughtered in the ring. I love to wear red so I can play them till they are dizzy with lust and desire and excitement and all they can think about is the heavy weight of the sweet cream in their balls and how much they need to cum in me in order to relieve the pressure. And there's no better feeling than to sink my own stiff sword right up to the hilt in their flesh and make them fall for me in the hardest of ways.... They'll go for the red lingerie every time and in the end I "own" them completely in all of their manly glory.... all sweaty and frothy and glassy-eyed.
After I slipped on my bra and fit my breastforms into the molded padded cups, I fastened all 30 of the eyelet hooks up the front of my corset and then tightened the laces that last little bit to reduce my waist the extra 2" that make all the difference to a girl's look. I slid the tight, too-small thong up my legs and lifted the sides up over my hips and folded my fat cock up and out of the way. I then made sure all 10 garters were beneath the panty and sat on the edge of the bed to roll my stockings up in my hands. In turn, I gently put my pedicured toes into the reinforced toe of each stocking and languidly slipped the silky sheath up my long smooth legs until I could attach the garters to the wide, dark, black, top band.
The feelings that run through me every time I repeat this simple little act are impossible to describe accurately. I feel light and femmy and very sexy. I feel like I can slay the world and reduce any male to a quivering pile of naked lust. I feel like a woman putting on the armor she needs to slay her dragon... to tame her demon... to possess his soul... to satisfy her deepest, darkest, vilest, most perverted hunger. Only another tgirl or gg would know the feeling. It is indescribably erotic and represents the ultimate act of vulnerability and power. The dichotomy and paradoxical nature of the feelings that course through me by slipping silk hose up my naked hairless leg and attaching the dark welted or lace patterned top to the dangling garter tabs and then feeling the taught, tight bite of the tabs cut into my soft thigh flesh is deliciously sexy. It makes my cock go hard every time I do it and that night the sensations were heightened by the knowledge that Marky would be fucking me really soon with his fat thick prick and leaving my hose in tatters when he got done pumping his juices into my needy hungry rectum.
I then sat at my vanity and carefully, artistically put on my face: foundation to make my face flawless, then powder to "set" the foundation. I brushed in a shading along the sides of my nose to elongate and thin its appearance and along the back of my jawline to "hide" the lower jawbones. I put a lighter powder on my forehead and along the front of the jawline to further accentuate my facial bones. These shadings added mystery and thinned out my look so that when the triple shade of coral-plum colored eyeshadow went on my eyelids and the penciled-in tapered eyebrows were filled and the blusher went onto my cheekbones, all it took to make me look as if I had just stepped out of the pages of Vogue magazine were multiple coatings of mascara on my lashes, a dark lip liner and my new shiny frosted lipstick.
Because of the hormones Mom had me take when I was young I was soft and rounded and smooth-skinned. I took one last look and I knew Marky was mine. Before I knew it, it was 8:30 and I heard the doorbell ring. My heart beat faster. I was hoping Marky would like what I had chosen to wear for him. I opened the door, there he was. My darling, in a deep green, turtle neck, black snug jeans and boots and boy, did he look hot. I stood there blinking like the airhead I can be in times of stress. And the sight of this boy was making me feel nothing but stress throughout my crotch.
I really hoped that he liked what I wore, as I knew that he was the kind of man who noticed all the little details of his girls' outfits and makeup. He gave me a thorough once over, from my strappy clear 5" platform heels, then slowly up my legs to my thighs to my skin-tight animal print tank dress. It was as if he were inspecting me. Then finally, his eyes met mine and he smiled.
"Hot. Sexy. Gorgeous. Lovely, really lovely" he said softly.
It made me blush.
Then he quickly added "Hmmm, the skirts a bit too short but nice."
That was so boyfriend-like. I blushed. I guess it's true as I had this dress shortened to reach just beneath my ass and to barely cover my stocking tops. I had put on my scarlet, open toed, sling back clear plastic platform stilettos to make my butt stick as far out as possible. The top of my dress was a sleeveless halter top with a draped cowl bodice that let my frilly coral red corset-bra show provocatively.
I had avoided too much jewelry, opting just for dangling, thin earrings, three different finger rings and a toe and thumb ring, all in 14k gold (one of which was an ancient Byzantine replica with a huge ruby, four sapphires and two diamonds) and a delicate bracelet, with a nice bronzed leather purse. But the highlight of my outfit were my reddish black silk stockings, which cost me a fortune and which I had always saved for a very special date like this one. Marky liked everything I wore. I could tell by the immediate hard-on that popped out the front of his jeans. And I knew that he thought I looked like a very expensive, high-class, personally subservient whore, which is exactly what I wanted him to think. We both looked ready for a night out of dancing and drinking and kissing and groping. The sort of couple you'd find snogging in a swank pub. He escorted me out by the hand. In the lift he naughtily ran his hand up under my dress and pinched my bum and stuck his finger in my asscrack and tried to wiggle it up into my hole. I squealed with delight and playfully slapped his hand away.
I told you he has a sexy car. It's an Alfa Romeo Spider - candy apple red with a convertible top, the kind of car that has always made me go weak in the knees. It has really fabulous hand-worked white leather upholstery. As I sank down into the seat, my skirt rose up so high, half my butt and all of my thong covered girlcock were visible and I made sure that I didn't pull it down while I waited for Marky to come around to his side of the car. I was feeling very naughty and I wanted him to think only about me and sex and fucking and cumming. No other thoughts would be permitted on this date. I wanted this man to be mine, forever.
I wanted to get naughty while he drove but suddenly had second thoughts as I didn't want him to think of me as too much of a slut. I wanted him to want me and desire me and cum in me but not make it too easy for him or risk his disdain. So I pulled my dress hem down and refrained from reaching over to lightly stroke his straining tool. He glanced at me as if to ask, "So where's my hand job?"
But I just smiled at him and reached down to my own thigh and lightly ran my nails up the insides of my legs until I reached my fat hard girlcock. When I did, I couldn't help but close my eyes and lick my upper lip and gasp as I tickled myself into a near orgasm. He didn't say a word but kept glancing down and I smiled to myself when I caught the reflection of a light sheen of perspiration which had formed on his forehead and the veins in his neck which pulsed wildly. I purred and smiled and closed my thighs and pulled down my skirt a second time and told him to mind the road and be a good boy. That there was plenty more of that for later if I thought he had been a good boy and deserved a little reward from his pretty little girlboy.
Since he was so new to the gay scene I knew he hadn't a clue of where to take me that would make us feel comfortable so I suggested we go to this place called Purple. It's a high-class gay club with live music and the richest, best looking clientele. And it is very well managed. I mean nobody gets too fresh with a girl there unless you've given them permission to. And there are enough dark corners to make out when you find the right person. But I knew I would have to keep him away from the men's room for a while.
Usually those rich stock broker, movie agent, yuppie, designer types hang around there. I took Marky because he looked like he'd fit in there. I must say he did get noticed. I mean, he has quite a presence and I was a little afraid of letting him see some of the other tgirls who frequent the place cuz many of them have had their implants and look better than any gg ever could, especially in their skin tight dresses with the little telltale bulge of a pulled back cock right at the crotch. But I decided that I looked pretty hot too and I knew I'd never let him out of my sight for another girl to come on to him so I figured it would be safe enough and he wouldn't be embarrassed like he might be out in a straight bar if anyone, by some rare chance happened to read me.
I know of Purple because I used to practically live at the place when I was a working girl. Well, when we got there, I was right to have been a bit nervous about exposing him to the girls cuz every single one of them gave him the eye.... Winking and smiling and doing something to make him notice their legs or their tits or their asses. Sometimes I can't believe how hungry for new meat we tgirls are. I have to admit that I'm no different. I've been pretty blunt with you and you know how horny I get for mancock. Well these girls needed it too and Marky was prime grade A meat..... on the rack and ready to be devoured. Only I'd be doing the devouring and all they could do would be to look on in jealousy.
What I didn't expect was his roving eye. He didn't miss a single one of them or a single blatantly sexual come-on. But what I liked was that he didn't like the attention I was getting from all of the other men in the place. As we walked to our table I don't think a single male wasn't turning in his seat to follow my hot little sexy ass as it passed their noses. I must say, it felt fabulous to be the center of their attention and the object of their hard lust in front of Marky. I mean it's always good to keep them off balance and a bit jealous so they didn't get cocky and take you for granted while they started searching for a new lay. And as we snaked through the crowd I could only imagine the fun of pulling a long train in the john in back... taking cock after cock up my ass and in my mouth. MMmmmmmmmm, but not tonight. Tonight I had my Marky and he had me and we were going to have the time of our lives.
Marky quickly put his hand around my waist to guide me protectively back to our corner table.... Or was it possessively? I was so happy that we had seats in a nice dark corner where no one would see me open his zipper and take out his cock for a little jacking. I LOVE public sex and getting away with public groping really turns me on. As we sat, Mark was quite conscious of my skirt riding up my thighs. And glared at the waiter for staring at my legs. I suppressed a giggle. Anyway, after two drinks (I had wine, he prefers Martinis) we both felt dancy. They were playing some latino numbers and I really began to shake my booty. Marky was quick to move behind me to feel me over. I loved it but I was starting to grow bigger down below and I was afraid that my dress would start to tent out if he didn't stop it.
After a few songs the pace slowed a bit so we could slow dance and when he took me in his arms and molded his body to mine I could feel him begin to hump my thigh with his hard-on. He was being such a lovely date, making me feel so feminine and sexy and loved and wanted and needed. But slow dances always bring out the lovers and the floor was getting packed. I loved the feeling of all those bodies pressing against me and Marky as well as each other. The nice thing about Purple is that everybody minds his own business and I never saw any of the other t's get behind him to rub their cocks against his ass so I felt OK.
We began to dance even closer if that was possible. I could feel his hard on against my thigh and it seemed like it was burning a hole through his pants and my dress to try to get into my pussy right there on the dance floor. Actually, I seemed to be dancing on his thigh with my cock grinding in to him as well. His lips were on my neck and on my ear and his hand was rubbing my bum. But I must say Marky was being a little too decent for my taste and never once tried to pull my skirt up (even though as I said, I love public displays of sex and I enjoyed being the object of men's lust and fantasy). Though truth be told, it was so short that it didn't need much pulling up to completely expose my thong-divided ass cheeks, garters and stocking tops.
Slowly, we lost track of the time and place and we began to dance more for each other as if no one else existed. Soon our lips met. I thought it would be a good idea to move towards the dark wall away from the floor to give him the opportunity to grope me and do whatever he wanted to me without getting in the way of the other dancers. We moved there and kissed deeply. Marky chewing on my lips and nibbling my ears and neck. As he had me against the wall, he moved both of his hands to the front of my stomach and lifted my dress and pulled down my thong to let my fat, pulsing cock spring out and into his feverish hands. All I could do was hold on to his neck and moan and tremble and bite my lip to keep myself from cumming all over both of us. My hands moved down to grab his butt and pull him towards me.
Then he pulled away and looked at me naughtily. I thought this was it. He was going to have me here. But he pulled me away towards the bar. I had no clue what was on his mind. Then he bent over to one of the waiters and tipped him and whispered something in his ear. The waiter smiled with a smirk and looked at me. It was like two guys sharing a naughty joke. I found out what it was when the waiter handed him two butter cubes. I was stunned and blushed till I was beet red. Then Marky pulled me by the hand to one of the wash rooms. The wash rooms at Purple are made with sex in mind. He stepped into one of the cabins and wasn't going to waste any time. He quickly turned me over and said, "Honey, this is going to be lovely. I've been dreaming of this ever since last week when I discovered the velvet heaven of your asspussy."
He pushed the thin strap of my thong aside and lubed my bum with the butter cubes. It felt so, so erotic and raw. As he pushed his finger in he realized I was already open from all the excitement. His finger slipped in as if I was sucking him into my bowels like a vacuum. I was squealing already and begging him to fuck me. So he quickly got out his hard on and pushed it into my waiting open maw of a hole. Fast again like the first time. I remembered it was only his second time around. And it was not the time for telling him to be gentle or teaching him what I needed. No, it was a time to let him fuck me his way and get him hooked so he would be mine forever. To become my devoted little toy. My little rich-boy sex slave.
So I let him do as he pleased. He bucked wildly. Was it the butter or was it because I was opening up like a door? I don't know, but it felt amazing. I felt full inside but it didn't hurt. Soon I was gasping and panting and moaning and sighing and calling out his name in wild complete abandon and lust. I was an animal in heat. A woman whose only thought was to get fucked by her man. To take his seed into her and feel the drugged bliss of post-coital cum heaven. Before long, I was having an anal orgasm. A huge one followed by two smaller ones. My legs felt like jelly and I thought I would melt. As the last orgasm died down I came in my panties without me or Marky ever even touching my cock. It poured out more cum than I think I've ever spewed before. It soaked my panties and the front of my dress but I didn't care. I had my fix. I was floating. And then Marky shot his load inside me. He shot so much cum up into my asshole that it felt like an enema. We were both completely exhausted afterwards. We collected ourselves slowly and moved back into the pub but didn't dance. He ordered another drink for us. I squirmed in my seat and he asked me if everything was all right. I told him that I could feel his cum trickling out of me. I was going to leave a stain on the couch. I was sure of it.
Then he said, "That was just the appetizer. Pretty soon we'll move on to the main course. We've only just began darling".
Wasn't this man something else? I was beginning to absolutely adore him.
After a first date like that I wondered what was in store for the future. Would we have endless erotic nights or would we cool off? If so, then Mark might lose interest. And that was the last thing I wanted. I would have to keep a step or two ahead of him. If I wanted Marky to become totally subservient to my deviant needs and pay for my implants, my nose job and my hip enhancement and then marry me I would have to do a lot of planning and scheming. How? What could I do to insure his total enslavement? I needed to avoid letting him have enough free time to think about going our own separate ways.
I mean, anything was possible. And, if in fact he had lost his desire for hetero boy-girl sex and had become addicted to tgirl sex, I knew it might even be possible for him to go totally gay and only want boy-boy sex which would leave me high and dry right back where I started. I knew Marky kept a very busy schedule and if I was kept at bay all week long without being able to weave my spell then he might have too much time to think and look around and wander. Men ALWAYS wander if their girls don't keep them completely satisfied and totally drained. Letting his horniness build up could be a disaster. Now that he knew where Purple was and having shown him how many girls like me were just waiting to catch a hard muscled, rich, cut, boy-toy like him, I couldn't afford to let his attention wander very far from me and my sexy body. I desperately wanted this relationship to last, at least long enough for me to convince him to pay for my surgeries and then keep me as his plaything. I mean, he did say our night at Purple was just the beginning.... Didn't he?
On our way home from Purple as the cum was soaking the back of my dress, leaking out of my rear end to make a mess all over his white leather seat, I knew it was too early to talk of our next date... even as much as I wanted to. And we were both so high on sex and all that wine, that we happily sailed into my bedroom for another round. But I think he was so satiated and so drunk that he couldn't even think straight. So I stripped him and poured him into my ultra femme bed and got into my sexiest long pink satin nightie and snuggled up to his hairy chest and locked my legs around his and we drifted off to sleep.
The sun was pouring through my gauze drapes and playing with the blond streaked highlights in my hair when I was awakened by his enormous hard on trying to work its way into my ass crack and up my ass pussy. Oooooooo, just the way a girl should be awakened! I wiggled around to give him a clean shot at my hole and before I knew it his enormous cock head had slipped into my ass and he was snaking his cock up my cunt. Mmmmmmmmm, it felt great. My, my how this boy was getting good at this! I had better watch out or I'd lose this one. I needed him with me 24 hours a day. He can't even LOOK at another tgirl or I'd be last week's catch. Better not let him ever find out that it felt as good up anyone else's bum. He fucked me fast and hard and came another bucket load and then he surprised the hell out of me by rolling over onto his back, lifting his legs and begging me to get on my knees between them and fuck him with my huge girlcock.
What?????????????? That was my position. What was Marky turning into? I had a choice, I could either do what he wanted and keep him happy or tell him that tgirls only get the fucking, not their boyfriends. But I wasn't about to argue. I knew I had him now. He would be mine forever once he tasted the pure bliss of being fucked. I reached out and grabbed my lube and carefully filled his hole so that when my cock went in it would slip in without causing the slightest discomfort. I don't often get to fuck but that doesn't mean that I don't thrill at the act. And so I bent down and kissed him with the tenderest, most lavishly sexy, open mouthed kiss I could give him. I licked his lips and gnawed on them and sucked them and ground myself against him and when he was out of his mind with lust I slipped my cockhead past his sphincter.
Uuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh god. I had forgotten how good this felt. Oh fuck. Yeah!!!!!!!!!!! Let me at his hole. I really needed to fuck him by now. I was pumped full of his cum and just aching to spray his tube with my own scalding load of sweet cream. I started real slow. He was moaning beneath me. I got to the point where my pubes hit his balls and then I stopped.
He gazed up at me and whimpered out his need, "Come on babydoll. Fuck your daddy. He needs it sooooooo bad. He's been dreaming of this all week long and now he really needs it. Fuck me sugar. Fill me up sweet girl. Pump me full of your cum. Make me your fuck-boy. Use me. Treat me like the boy-toy I want to be. Please, babydoll? Make daddy feel it. Make me go crazy for your girlcock."
Normally, I get complete and total satisfaction out of being the girl and letting my man do all the fucking but when the man you love begs you to do him hard and fast, what's a girl to do? I just put all of my heart into it and pounded his ass as if it would be our very last fuck and as I reached my climax I looked down and watched him jack himself to a cum that shocked me with its power. He must have spurted 8 or 10 times and each one was a full tablespoon of cream. It shot all up and down his stomach and chest. Just watching it made me blow my load and I filled his ass so full of my cum that I knew it would take a full day to leak out all the way. I lay totally spent on top of him and his cum soaked up into my pink satin nightie and we started to slip around. He just layed there with a look of complete and utter exhaustion and satisfaction on his face.
He put his arms around me and kissed me tenderly and let out a sigh and said, " I never dreamed sex could be so good. Please be my tgirl forever. Please stay with me and keep me contented. Please let me fuck you everyday and every night and then will you fuck me with your gorgeous girlcock? Please sweetheart?"
Chapter 9
He left before I could even think about bringing up our next date. I was kind of worried because I didn't hear from him for several days and I knew the kind of mischief "newbies" can get themselves into. For all I knew he was going crazy and getting all the ass-fucking he needed in the restrooms at Purple.
I kept wondering throughout the week, "Why hadn't he left anymore notes on my door?"
We couldn't meet as usual in the lobby, because, I was tied up with work and every time I tried to call or knock on his door there was no answer.
Maybe, he thought I was avoiding him. Little did he know that I spent every night in bed with my vibrator fantasizing about him. Then on Thursday, as I was leaving for work, I saw his note on my door, 'See you in the car park on Saturday, 2 PM. Dress for a weekend at the beach but make sure you have at least one outfit that screams "FUCK THIS BITCH!"
I thought it was a bit odd that he would want me to meet him at the car when we were neighbors and he was normally such a gentleman. Why didn't he pick me up at my place and then carry my bag down? And why did he request a sexy outfit in such a crude male way?
Oh well, I knew he was a pretty spoiled boy and maybe he got away with treating his old gg girlfriends like they were possessions but I would have to do something about that. I am more girl than he's ever known. I dress more femininely; I make myself up more femininely; I carry myself more femininely; and I have a far more voracious sexual appetite than an little prissy cunt ever could have. Plus, I know how to satisfy a man better than any gg could possibly know in a zillion years of fucking men and I have something between my legs that NO gg could ever have or duplicate. Take it from me, there isn't a dildo made that could satisfy like the real thing. And if I am more girl than anyone he's ever met, I expect to be treated like more of a girl than anyone he's ever met before. But I knew I didn't have to press the point. I knew that time and his sexual hunger were on my side.
I sang through the rest of the day and rushed through my paperwork at top speed.... only because I needed to go shopping. Not because I thought he'd show up at my place that night since he hadn't all week and made no mention of it in his note. It's just that I didn't have a thing to wear.... Or at least nothing appropriate to wear for a weekend at the beach and I needed something sexy and cute. I wanted to look good without looking like I was trying too hard and it would take a bit of searching to find just the right outfit.
I spent both my Thursday and Friday afternoons looking for something Mark would remember forever and I was completely happy that I had found it, so that by late Friday night I hit the sack at 9 o'clock to look my absolute best the next day. I wanted to have all the beauty sleep in the world but I was soooooo worked up that I knew nothing could happen till I relieved my needs and so it wasn't till ten that I was drifting off to sleep after a couple of huge anal orgasms.
I woke up at 9 am feeling wonderful. Hmmm, this weekend was off to a good start. I had an 10 AM appointment with Jackie at the salon. She really fussed over me after I told her the results of the last time she did my hair. She wanted me to look prefect even if it was just for the beach. So I had my hair cut in layers and tousled up for a wild, free look and she touched up the strawberry blond streaking. Then she did my fingernails and toenails in a pale pink color with French tips. My hands and feet looked sooooooooo sexy and lovely. She then had me raise my left foot and close my eyes. I felt something cold slip onto one of my toes and ankle. When I opened my eyes I saw the most wonderful gold toe ring and a gold ankle bracelet with a little cat pendant on the inside. Wasn't she the greatest?
I kissed her on the cheek and left, she patted my butt telling me to be good girl, then laughed. Goodness, it was already 12:30 in the afternoon. I needed to hurry up so I wouldn't be late for my baby. But by then I was almost half-ready. I quickly slipped into my bath as I wanted to smell nice and girly and sexy all at the same time so when Marky took me into his arms he would go mad with lust immediately. I had picked up these bathwater marbles which smelled like Davidoff for women. A very clean but sexy aqua smell. Perfect for sex on the beach!!!!
After half an hour I dried off and was dressing up. I had found this lovely off white, transparent, knit catsuit. It had a very 80's look to it but was see-through enough for everyone to see whatever lingerie I might be wearing with it. Cut super-tight on the legs with side laces crisscrossing up from the ankle to my armpit showing about 2" of flesh the whole way, with a sailor cut neck, it clung to my body like a second skin. I cut a very curvy silhouette in it and I knew that with my 4" white sandals and a broad brimmed floppy hat I would cause every male to follow my every move. In fact, if the suit were any tighter everyone would know that I was circumcised. (Tee hee) It's just transparent enough to show the tint and lace of my underwear. So I wore a pink thong and matching strapless bra, all lace and frills with enough see through to clearly show that I carried more than the average girl carried between my legs. Heheheheheheh. (Aren't I a wicked little thing?)
My sandals were totally sexy and also perfect for the beach. They were lovely slip-on white sandals with a sort of knit-like mesh but open toed to show off my nails. They had a four inch wedge heel and they looked purrrrrfect with the white mesh anklets I decided to wear with them. It was amazing how my nude pink lipstick looked with the outfit. Jackie knew what I would be wearing and advised me to wear mocha brown eyeliner. God, I looked hot. In fact I looked so good that I almost thought about dropping the sunglasses but decided to keep them as a hairband for when I had my hat off.
I was ready just in time. It showed 2:00 PM on my thin Guess watch as I stepped into the lift. Mark was already there by his car. He looked surprised. Was it because I was exactly on time or because he liked what I was wearing? I gave him a little peck on the cheek as he wrapped his arms around me. He told me he liked what I was wearing. I could tell instantly that he wasn't lying. His cock was tenting out his white cotton pants and I had to reach down to adjust him which just made him groan and begin to hump me as he put his arms around me and kissed me deep and passionately. Then I turned around to model my outfit for him. I knew he would appreciate it and I wasn't wrong. He even commented on my French tips and the choice of eye shadow. Sometimes I wondered if he didn't have a little tranny in him. He was such a girl sometimes. Mmmmmmmm, kinky!!!!
Bending a little as I turned just for the effect I was rewarded with a whistle.
"Makes me want to get there in a hurry," he said.
In the car he couldn't take his hands of my thighs. I lifted my leg a little to allow his hand easier access. Every now and then he would slip it underneath to feel my butt and then he would slip his hand around to the front and get me hard. My cock started to work its way out of my panties and just lay there semi-hard on my thigh. At one point, he pulled over to the side of the road and begged me to let him get at it to take it into his mouth. I was just about to let him when left me completely frustrated and horny as he continued on our way...... Oh what a mean thing to do to a horny bitch like me!!!!
We talked about everything that happened to us during the week and I was relieved to hear that he was really busy at work. I was also pleased to learn that he had stopped getting drunk every night as he came to grips with his gayness. He had totally accepted it and had realized that he was never happier nor more fulfilled as when he was sucking and fucking his little tgirl whore... me!!!!!
He said that he had wanted to come over to fuck me every night but he felt he came home too late to wake me up when he knew I really needed my beauty sleep. Such a darling this man was, to actually let me sleep when he wanted sex. Anyway, one and a half hours later we were pulling into this wonderfully romantic beach cottage. From the secluded look of it there wouldn't be too many people around. The back of the cottage had a lovely little pool with reclining sun chairs all around it. Inside, the ambiance was fabulous. Bright colored walls, with bamboo furniture, all low slung and with a fabulous music system. The bedroom was a treat with its huge wooden bed and teak dressing table and furniture set. The chairs had lovely flower patterned fabric cushions and the window shades looked like they were right out of a French fisherman's cottage. The bathroom was a deep aqua blue with smooth round pebbles all around the floor which made you feel like you were by a stream bed. After putting my little bag in the cupboard, I parted the lovely lace curtains. The pool looked so divine. I didn't know whether we would be staying in the room all weekend or by the pool. But then there was the beach too.
I turned to my love and pulled him down on top of me on the bed and started to kiss him and make him hot so that he would get hard and want to fuck his little boy-girl. I needed him in me. I had to know that he still loved me and wanted me and then maybe he would ask me to fuck him again. Ooooooooooooo, how much fun!!!!!!!!!!!!
Story posted by TV
on Sunday, April 25, 2004 @ 22:53:14 PDT
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