written for an admirer x

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.