I pulled at the hem of my dress for the
millionth time, adjusting it, straightening it, checking out how I
looked in the mirror, my stomach threatening to empty its contents
all over the wooden floor in the bedroom.
A mess.
That's how I looked.
In my too cheap wig and with make-up
inexpertly plastered over my face I looked like exactly what I was.
An inexperienced virgin wannabe slut. He was going to take one look,
turn right round and leave with an expression of disgust stamped over
his face and I'd spend the next hour changing back into my boy
clothes, cleaning myself up and trying (and probably failing) not to
cry too much.
I felt like crying then which would
only make things a thousand times worse. Answering the door with
puffy cheeks and mascara streaked across my face.
Though from our chats online part of me
thought that might even turn him on a little. I got the feeling he
knew what he wanted and how to make sure I delivered. At least I
hoped so. I didn't want to be allowed to think too much or have any
choice beyond the limits we'd already discussed. It would only give
me the option to back down and inside I knew that if I did I'd never
know how it felt to become a willing submissive girl. I couldn't go
through the waiting and the nerves again.
Especially after all the effort I'd put
in. Not that it showed.
I'd spent the whole morning preparing.
Re-shaving my legs in the bath, trimming the hair short around my
girly cock with my clippers, cleaning my clit, douching and then
douching again. loving the sensation of warm water up inside of me,
moisturising from head to toe, painting my nails, carefully (at least
as carefully as I was able - I needed much more practice!) applying
foundation, eye liner, eye shadow and mascara and then gliding
scarlet lipstick across my lips and shaping them to a full pout. Then
there had been the small matter of what to wear!!! What if he didn't
hang around long enough to see the lingerie hidden beneath my dress?
My phone buzzed on the side table. I
jumped in my skin. A text.
I'm at the top of your road. Call
me
I shook as I pressed the call button.
He took an age to pick up.
"Hello"
I was too nervous to speak.
"Who is this?"
I answered, cringing internally at the
sound of my unfeminine voice, "It's Amber"
"Good girl. What number are you?"
I told him.
"I'll be there in two minutes.
Don't even think about answering the door if you're not fully
dressed. Do you understand?"
I nodded and then felt foolish knowing
he couldn't see what I was doing, "Yes."
He hung up and my heart began to pound
at twice the rate it had been previously. I'd just told him where I
lived! He was actually coming. Suddenly it wasn't just a game.
I was terrified. My girly cock
shriveled up in my panties in fear and my throat was dry. There was
nothing horny or erotic about the situation anymore. I wished beyond
all else I'd never agreed to the meet in the first place.
I nearly fainted when the doorbell
rang. Instead I just froze, holding my breath, hoping he would just
go away.
The buzzer sounded again. This time
longer, more insistent. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.
My phone buzzed. The caller ID clearly
displaying his name. I resisted answering it but it just kept ringing
until eventually I caved in and hit the talk button.
"Open the door Amber"
I didn't know what to do or say so
remained silent.
"It's okay I know how nervous you
must be. Just let me in and at least give us the opportunity to be
face to face before you make any decisions."
I knew he could probably hear me almost
hyperventilating.
"You'll only regret letting the
chance to find out pass you by."
He was right. And he knew I would think
so too. We'd chatted online so often he knew what I wanted and
desired more than I did. All I knew for certain was that I wanted to
be Amber for real, even if only once.
I walked to the front door and opened
it, the phone still connected and gripped tightly in my hand.
A cold breeze blew into the hallway,
the wind whipping up my stockinged legs, sensual around my lace
panties. Momentarily distracted I hardly noticed as he quickly
brushed past me, shutting the door firmly behind as he stepped
through.
He stood close to me. He smelled clean,
newly showered, but underneath something manly, a faint odour of
musk. I felt his eyes on my dress, body, legs. He hadn't looked me in
the eye yet.
If he was disappointed he hid it well.
Not even a flicker of disdain or disgust. I waited nervously for him
to say something. Anything.
He took my hand, “I'm glad you let me
in. You look lovely Amber.”
My whole being relaxed. Almost
immediately he leant forward and kissed me lightly. Unable to control
myself I parted my lips and almost willed him to explore my mouth
with his tongue.
He didn't need any encouragement.
Within seconds I had melted into his arms, my body bending and
moulding to fit his. I could feel his cock pressing into my body. His
hands were urgent, seeking out my stocking tops, cold fingers
brushing my smooth legs. We stumbled together, joined at the lips,
backwards towards the open bedroom door.
I had never felt so alive. So feminine.
So desperate to be taken and used. To be and do whatever he wanted.
He spun us both as we neared the end of
the bed and sat down on its edge, tracing his strong hands over me as
he did so. Without needing to be asked I lowered myself to my knees
in front of him. He took my hand and ran it over his trousers up
towards the bulge I had felt pressing into me in the hallway. I
massaged it through the fabric, my eyes locked into his. I watched
his face carefully as I gently toyed with it, feeling more confident
and sure of what I needed to do with every passing second.
Still watching him I unzipped his
trouser and opened them to free him and see the effect I was having
on him first hand. It was beautiful. I gently pulled back his
foreskin, fixated by how it felt in my hand, how warm and soft it
felt even though it was rock hard. Like the rest of him it smelt
clean although far more masculine.
“Look at me Amber”.
I tore my gaze away from his cock. He
smiled down at me.
“Good girl. I want you keep your eyes
on mine. I want to see how much you enjoy having me inside your
mouth.”
I lost all track of time as I gazed up
into his eyes, his cock deep inside my warm willing mouth. My tongue
exploring every inch of it, his hips rocking up from the bed to meet
me as I sucked my first cock. I wished it would never end but
eventually I felt him tighten, his breath sharp and hurried.
His body bucked and he stared deep into
my eyes as I felt and tasted cum on my tongue, deep in my throat,
spilling out onto my lips. I couldn't help myself. I swallowed and
licked up every last drop, still meeting his gaze, showing him how
thankful I was he'd chosen me to receive his cum. How happy I was to
be serving him. I licked and cleaned him until his cock began to
soften between my lips.
He stroked my hair gently, his fingers
and thumb lightly caressing my face.
He patted the bed next to him.
“Sit up here with me Amber.” He
smiled, a firm look in his eye, “we've only just started girl.
There's lots more I'd like to show you.”
I didn't consider questioning him. I
belonged to him now. Whatever he desired was his for the taking.
