In heels and fishnets for my wife to come home and fuck me.
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Friday, September 27, 2013
Meet number two!!!
I had my second meet late last Sunday night. Hopefully I will be sent some of the pictures that were taken but for now this is my account of the experience.
Unlike my first meet where I'd had a whole weeks worth of anticipation prior to the big event, this time things were only really finalised the day beforehand. I was to be staying away from home to attend a course in the North East and had posted an ad on tvchix earlier in the week. I had received a small number of responses of which a couple interested me and was in the process of considering making arrangements with one admirer in particular. Until another girl threw her hat into the ring. Although I do have a desire to become a fully fledged girl at the hands of a strong handsome and dominant man I felt my first venture past sucking cock might feel safer and less threatening with another girl. So I replied and we exchanged phone numbers.
The next day I smuggled a dress, some heels, lingerie, a few toys, a tub of lube and a tonne of make-up into my suitcase and began the six hour drive north. We swapped a few texts on the journey so I felt sure the meet was still on. Every time I stopped for a quick break I checked my phone and quickly sent another message back in reply.
I had packed fishnet tights (which I'd never worn before not really being a tights girl) and my plan had been to try and stop somewhere on the way to get some hold-ups instead but I drove past each junction not knowing if there would be anywhere still open to get some from.
Over six hours later I arrived in the city I was staying in and stopped at a garage to refill the car and, I hoped, pick up the one thing I didn't have with me. Some condoms. I wasn't sure what to buy and a little scared bought the thickest and therefore safest kind I could.
I checked in, started the bath running and texted her to let her know I was finally there. I douched for about fifteen minutes to really cleanse my pussy before lowering myself into the hot bath water to shave my legs and clit which were developing a covering of fine hairs again.
I showered off after the bath and rinsed the stubble evidence down the drain.
I checked my messages. She was running late. It was just after seven and she wrote that she would get there just after eight. I texted her my room number and told her I was a little worried because it would be impossible to get up to my room without walking straight past reception. She replied to say it didn't matter but I couldn't stop fretting about the guy on the desk spotting her and knowing she was on her way up to my room. I was starting to get nervous about the whole thing.
I dried and slowly moisturised my whole body before shaving my face twice until it was as smooth as glass. I poured a glass of wine to steady my nerves and checked out my almost completely smooth body in the full length mirror in my room. I loved how smooth my clit looked and how silky it felt when I gently ran my fingertips over it. I could lose a few pounds though I thought and hoped once I was dressed I would look a little slimmer.
I started with a small lubed up butt plug underneath blue and black satin panties. I tried to tuck my clit as far back and away from sight as possible before carefully rolling the fishnets on. They felt fantastic. Really thick netting that clung to my smooth legs. They looked just as good as they felt. I felt my clit twitch but tried to ignore it. I didn't need it spoiling the effect.
I put on the matching bra next, stepped into my tight black bodycon dress and then slipped into my heels. I already felt well on the way to being a girl on the outside as well as the inside.
The first time I had met I had hurriedly slapped on make-up in his upstairs bathroom whilst he waited for me below. This time I had the luxury of nearly an hour to combine concealer and foundation to try and lessen any dark areas and hopefully start with as even as possible colour. I penciled in my lips and filled them out with a light red, finishing them off with a little gloss. I still haven't mastered the art of applying eyeliner but had the time to minimise my normal panda effect. It was wonderful having the time to think about colours and touch up my mistakes as I went. It took almost all of the time I had before she was due to arrive.
I stood in front of the full length mirror and put my wig on. I was nowhere near the perfection of the professional makeover session I had done too long ago now but I was still a step above my usual amateurish fumblings. I almost regretting meeting in the room. If I was only able to muster up the courage to walk past the front desk I wished desperately I could be outside or in a dark bar somewhere flirting with men or being chatted up.
My phone buzzed. She was running really late. In fact I had another hour.
I paced around the room in my heels, sipping wine, becoming increasingly more nervous and starting to actually vainly hope that maybe she wouldn't turn up, that I wouldn't have to do anything. Of course I was also at the same time desperately disappointed at the thought I may be in the process of being stood up but that took a back seat to the possibility of relief when she finally texted to say 'it was too late now and she wasn't going to come over after all.' I swapped the butt plug for a larger model for a while.
Every time a car pulled into the car-park I stood by the window (hopefully disguised by the net curtains) to see if it could be her and I constantly gripped my phone so that I didn't miss the message if she was canceling.
I removed the second plug just after 9 thinking no-one was coming anymore but finally at nearly 9:30 another car drove up to the hotel. It parked just out of sight so I was unable to see the driver as they got out. But I did hear the distinctive clicking of heels on concrete as whoever it was walked towards the hotel entrance and reception. Surely it must be her?
We had agreed she would call from outside the room and let my phone ring once before she knocked. I stood by the door peering through the peephole. There she was. My phone rang and then was silent. My heart pounding I stepped back from the door and waited for her to knock.
I opened the door just enough to let someone through and for me to hide from any unwanted prying eyes and she entered the room. I felt her eyes looking me over from head to toe and I held my breath. What if she took one look at me and left? Or if I could see disappointment in her face? She looked good and confident within herself. A trait I was deeply envious of.
She made an approving noise as she finally fixed her eyes on mine and I breathed out slowly in relief. I was obviously suitable. "Am I okay?".
"Oh yes. Much nicer than I usually expect." I was glad to hear her say it and equally gratified to detect what could only be described as a degree of lust in her eyes. I wanted so badly to be desirable and it was a huge relief to find out that at least in her eyes I was.
I poured her a glass of wine and we stood opposite each other for a moment making small talk. It wasn't long , and not before time in my opinion, before I felt her hands stroking my body through the fabric of my dress. We sat next to each other on the bed and I held her hand on my thigh so that she knew she didn't have to ask permission to touch me or for that matter to do anything with me she might wish to.
Whilst she stroked my legs we kissed and I massaged the tip of her already erect cock trapped beneath her panties. I could tell I was already pleasing her from the soft moans and the occasional words of encouragement.
She asked me if I minded her taking some photographs. I said that I was hoping she would want to and was happy when she produced a camera from her bag. We took it in turns posing for each other and I made sure I exposed as much leg as I could when she took mine to show her what was on offer to her later.
It wasn't long before I was gently stroking her, now exposed and free, cock. Playing with its head and rolling my fingertips around it. I wasn't fussed at all if she was interested in mine. Weirdly it didn't matter. It felt quite natural to be the one providing pleasure. Although I didn't complain when she started to play with mine too. She felt amazing in my hand. Slightly thicker than mine and throbbing with warmth. I had been disappointed on my first meet that I hadn't really gotten the opportunity to take my time and get to know another cock so I was in heaven. And I knew I had to taste it.
I dropped to my knees in front of her gently kissed it and ran my tongue all over it. I pressed my lips against its head and let it into my mouth a small way, stroking the balls that hung beneath it. I felt her hands on the back of my head as I took it all inside of my mouth. I used my tongue to massage it as I let her gently rock inside of me just to the point of gagging and then back before the reflex had time to kick in. I scrabbled for the camera so she could take a picture of me gazing up at her with her cock deep in my throat. I had confirmed what secretly I already knew. I was a cock hungry submissive little slut.
We kissed standing up as I stroked her and myself at the same time. Pressing her cock tightly against mine as I ran my fingers over them both. She watched us in the full length mirror. I only had eyes for her cock slipping between my fingers.
She removed her dress to reveal the suspenders and matching lingerie she was wearing underneath and we lay on the bed together. All the while kissing, all the while her cock in my hands, all the while her fingers under my dress, pressing and massaging my tight hole through my fishnets and panties. I pressed my body in close to hers and lifted a leg up high so she could tell I was happy to be touched there and give her easier access.
I stood up so that she could unzip my dress at the back and I let it drop to the floor so I could step out of it easily. She pulled my tights and panties down to my knees and started to suck my cock. I was surprised how much I enjoyed it. I stood in front of her holding her head and pushing myself deeper into her throat. She watched herself in the mirror as I slowly fucked her face.
She stood up again and we kissed. I could taste my cock on her tongue and as she stroked me I nearly came and had to pull her hand away to stop myself from exploding. I wanted this to last.
I posed on the bed for another photo. On all fours, legs apart, ass raised towards her, pulling my balls and cock tight to my belly with a hand stretched out beneath me. Part photo, part invitation.
She climbed behind me on the bed and slipped a finger inside of me. I stretched out long, head dipped, holding the head of the bed for support as she gently stretched me with one and then two fingers.
She picked up a dildo I'd left on the side table and slathered it in lube before sliding it inside of me. I rocked back onto it and let her fuck me with it for a minute or two unable to suppress my moans. She removed it and I felt her fingers on me again. And then what I guessed was the tip of her cock, rubbing it gently around my hole, teasing me with it. I gasped out, "Put a condom on" but she assured me she was only teasing me at the moment. I felt it push against me and then stop short of entering. Part of me wanted to just beg her to fuck me anyway but my sensible side stopped me from blurting it out.
Then without knowing how we were stood again. She was behind me and to the side, her cock in my hand, spanking me. Each slap eliciting a moan of pain and pleasure from me as I leaned against her practically begging with my body to be spanked again. She shifted positions and started to fuck the top of my thighs. Her cock brushing past my hole and pressing against my balls. I needed to feel her inside of me so much.
She moved a chair in front of the mirror and told me to hold onto its top, facing the glass. She teased me again with her cock and this time when I asked her to put a condom on she grabbed one. I tore open the wrapper for her and rolled it onto her cock. She turned me back to the mirror and gently forced herself inside of me. It hurt but not as much or in the way I had been expecting. Any pain was buried by the realisation that finally I was being fucked like a sissy should be.
She watched herself fucking me in the mirror. I didn't know where to look, I was in ecstasy. I caught glimpses of myself, mouth wide in pain and pleasure as I ground my ass onto her cock. I had no idea of how far she was inside of me just occasional jolts of pain as she thrust forwards.
She stopped without coming and asked me to do the same for her.
We swapped positions and I put a condom on. I lubed my fingers and fucked her with them for a few moments. She was already loose enough. It felt wrong as in so many ways I'm not sure I want to fuck just be fucked but I managed to push myself inside of her despite my cock shrinking a little. I think that because it felt wrong to be dominant I couldn't maintain my erection enough to stay inside of her but thankfully she didn't seem to mind.
I pulled her to the sofa in the room and lay face down on it. She climbed on top and I felt her full weight pinning me down as she pressed her cock inside of me again. I whispered over and over "fuck me" as she reminded me just how much pain and pleasure was involved in being fucked. The pleasure far outweighing any of the pain.
Eventually I rolled over and lay beneath her stroking my own cock, still in its condom. She sat up, took her condom off and started to do the same above me.
I came quickly. Intense and loud I moaned as I filled my condom.
I could see she was near and and I begged her, repeating softly, "come on me" until finally she did, exploding all over my exposed belly. I rubbed it into my skin and tasted it on the tip of a finger before emptying the contents of my condom on top it and rubbed again to mingle our juices together on my body.
We kissed again.
She wasn't there much longer. Just enough time for a drink of water and to retouch her make-up. I didn't put my dress back on, just stayed in fishnets, panties and heels whilst she prepared herself to leave. I still felt highly sexed. I could have sucked a thousand cocks, felt a hundred hands on my skin and taken many more cocks inside of me. I was on cloud nine.
By the door we kissed again a couple of times before I opened the door for her. This time I stood there in my fishnets with the door open wide. A complete contrast to how fearful I had been when she had arrived. I left it open as she walked down the corridor so that she could see me a little longer. I would have been mortified if someone else had seen me but I was filled with a strange new confidence.
I sat on the bed and poured myself another glass of wine. Sipping it and savouring the feelings inside of me before I knew I would have to shower and wash Amber away again for who knows how long.
After showering I slipped beneath the bed sheets and tried to drift off to sleep but I couldn't. My mind full of the events that had just occurred. I played with myself in attempt to sleep but it only made me hornier. By the time I finally slept at about 3 in the morning I must have come four or five times.
I have no idea of when it will be as it is so difficult to find opportunities due to my real 'non Amber' existence but I can't wait to be confronted with another cock and I definitely can't wait to feel it inside of me.
Unlike my first meet where I'd had a whole weeks worth of anticipation prior to the big event, this time things were only really finalised the day beforehand. I was to be staying away from home to attend a course in the North East and had posted an ad on tvchix earlier in the week. I had received a small number of responses of which a couple interested me and was in the process of considering making arrangements with one admirer in particular. Until another girl threw her hat into the ring. Although I do have a desire to become a fully fledged girl at the hands of a strong handsome and dominant man I felt my first venture past sucking cock might feel safer and less threatening with another girl. So I replied and we exchanged phone numbers.
The next day I smuggled a dress, some heels, lingerie, a few toys, a tub of lube and a tonne of make-up into my suitcase and began the six hour drive north. We swapped a few texts on the journey so I felt sure the meet was still on. Every time I stopped for a quick break I checked my phone and quickly sent another message back in reply.
I had packed fishnet tights (which I'd never worn before not really being a tights girl) and my plan had been to try and stop somewhere on the way to get some hold-ups instead but I drove past each junction not knowing if there would be anywhere still open to get some from.
Over six hours later I arrived in the city I was staying in and stopped at a garage to refill the car and, I hoped, pick up the one thing I didn't have with me. Some condoms. I wasn't sure what to buy and a little scared bought the thickest and therefore safest kind I could.
I checked in, started the bath running and texted her to let her know I was finally there. I douched for about fifteen minutes to really cleanse my pussy before lowering myself into the hot bath water to shave my legs and clit which were developing a covering of fine hairs again.
I showered off after the bath and rinsed the stubble evidence down the drain.
I checked my messages. She was running late. It was just after seven and she wrote that she would get there just after eight. I texted her my room number and told her I was a little worried because it would be impossible to get up to my room without walking straight past reception. She replied to say it didn't matter but I couldn't stop fretting about the guy on the desk spotting her and knowing she was on her way up to my room. I was starting to get nervous about the whole thing.
I dried and slowly moisturised my whole body before shaving my face twice until it was as smooth as glass. I poured a glass of wine to steady my nerves and checked out my almost completely smooth body in the full length mirror in my room. I loved how smooth my clit looked and how silky it felt when I gently ran my fingertips over it. I could lose a few pounds though I thought and hoped once I was dressed I would look a little slimmer.
I started with a small lubed up butt plug underneath blue and black satin panties. I tried to tuck my clit as far back and away from sight as possible before carefully rolling the fishnets on. They felt fantastic. Really thick netting that clung to my smooth legs. They looked just as good as they felt. I felt my clit twitch but tried to ignore it. I didn't need it spoiling the effect.
I put on the matching bra next, stepped into my tight black bodycon dress and then slipped into my heels. I already felt well on the way to being a girl on the outside as well as the inside.
The first time I had met I had hurriedly slapped on make-up in his upstairs bathroom whilst he waited for me below. This time I had the luxury of nearly an hour to combine concealer and foundation to try and lessen any dark areas and hopefully start with as even as possible colour. I penciled in my lips and filled them out with a light red, finishing them off with a little gloss. I still haven't mastered the art of applying eyeliner but had the time to minimise my normal panda effect. It was wonderful having the time to think about colours and touch up my mistakes as I went. It took almost all of the time I had before she was due to arrive.
I stood in front of the full length mirror and put my wig on. I was nowhere near the perfection of the professional makeover session I had done too long ago now but I was still a step above my usual amateurish fumblings. I almost regretting meeting in the room. If I was only able to muster up the courage to walk past the front desk I wished desperately I could be outside or in a dark bar somewhere flirting with men or being chatted up.
My phone buzzed. She was running really late. In fact I had another hour.
I paced around the room in my heels, sipping wine, becoming increasingly more nervous and starting to actually vainly hope that maybe she wouldn't turn up, that I wouldn't have to do anything. Of course I was also at the same time desperately disappointed at the thought I may be in the process of being stood up but that took a back seat to the possibility of relief when she finally texted to say 'it was too late now and she wasn't going to come over after all.' I swapped the butt plug for a larger model for a while.
Every time a car pulled into the car-park I stood by the window (hopefully disguised by the net curtains) to see if it could be her and I constantly gripped my phone so that I didn't miss the message if she was canceling.
I removed the second plug just after 9 thinking no-one was coming anymore but finally at nearly 9:30 another car drove up to the hotel. It parked just out of sight so I was unable to see the driver as they got out. But I did hear the distinctive clicking of heels on concrete as whoever it was walked towards the hotel entrance and reception. Surely it must be her?
We had agreed she would call from outside the room and let my phone ring once before she knocked. I stood by the door peering through the peephole. There she was. My phone rang and then was silent. My heart pounding I stepped back from the door and waited for her to knock.
I opened the door just enough to let someone through and for me to hide from any unwanted prying eyes and she entered the room. I felt her eyes looking me over from head to toe and I held my breath. What if she took one look at me and left? Or if I could see disappointment in her face? She looked good and confident within herself. A trait I was deeply envious of.
She made an approving noise as she finally fixed her eyes on mine and I breathed out slowly in relief. I was obviously suitable. "Am I okay?".
"Oh yes. Much nicer than I usually expect." I was glad to hear her say it and equally gratified to detect what could only be described as a degree of lust in her eyes. I wanted so badly to be desirable and it was a huge relief to find out that at least in her eyes I was.
I poured her a glass of wine and we stood opposite each other for a moment making small talk. It wasn't long , and not before time in my opinion, before I felt her hands stroking my body through the fabric of my dress. We sat next to each other on the bed and I held her hand on my thigh so that she knew she didn't have to ask permission to touch me or for that matter to do anything with me she might wish to.
Whilst she stroked my legs we kissed and I massaged the tip of her already erect cock trapped beneath her panties. I could tell I was already pleasing her from the soft moans and the occasional words of encouragement.
She asked me if I minded her taking some photographs. I said that I was hoping she would want to and was happy when she produced a camera from her bag. We took it in turns posing for each other and I made sure I exposed as much leg as I could when she took mine to show her what was on offer to her later.
It wasn't long before I was gently stroking her, now exposed and free, cock. Playing with its head and rolling my fingertips around it. I wasn't fussed at all if she was interested in mine. Weirdly it didn't matter. It felt quite natural to be the one providing pleasure. Although I didn't complain when she started to play with mine too. She felt amazing in my hand. Slightly thicker than mine and throbbing with warmth. I had been disappointed on my first meet that I hadn't really gotten the opportunity to take my time and get to know another cock so I was in heaven. And I knew I had to taste it.
I dropped to my knees in front of her gently kissed it and ran my tongue all over it. I pressed my lips against its head and let it into my mouth a small way, stroking the balls that hung beneath it. I felt her hands on the back of my head as I took it all inside of my mouth. I used my tongue to massage it as I let her gently rock inside of me just to the point of gagging and then back before the reflex had time to kick in. I scrabbled for the camera so she could take a picture of me gazing up at her with her cock deep in my throat. I had confirmed what secretly I already knew. I was a cock hungry submissive little slut.
We kissed standing up as I stroked her and myself at the same time. Pressing her cock tightly against mine as I ran my fingers over them both. She watched us in the full length mirror. I only had eyes for her cock slipping between my fingers.
She removed her dress to reveal the suspenders and matching lingerie she was wearing underneath and we lay on the bed together. All the while kissing, all the while her cock in my hands, all the while her fingers under my dress, pressing and massaging my tight hole through my fishnets and panties. I pressed my body in close to hers and lifted a leg up high so she could tell I was happy to be touched there and give her easier access.
I stood up so that she could unzip my dress at the back and I let it drop to the floor so I could step out of it easily. She pulled my tights and panties down to my knees and started to suck my cock. I was surprised how much I enjoyed it. I stood in front of her holding her head and pushing myself deeper into her throat. She watched herself in the mirror as I slowly fucked her face.
She stood up again and we kissed. I could taste my cock on her tongue and as she stroked me I nearly came and had to pull her hand away to stop myself from exploding. I wanted this to last.
I posed on the bed for another photo. On all fours, legs apart, ass raised towards her, pulling my balls and cock tight to my belly with a hand stretched out beneath me. Part photo, part invitation.
She climbed behind me on the bed and slipped a finger inside of me. I stretched out long, head dipped, holding the head of the bed for support as she gently stretched me with one and then two fingers.
She picked up a dildo I'd left on the side table and slathered it in lube before sliding it inside of me. I rocked back onto it and let her fuck me with it for a minute or two unable to suppress my moans. She removed it and I felt her fingers on me again. And then what I guessed was the tip of her cock, rubbing it gently around my hole, teasing me with it. I gasped out, "Put a condom on" but she assured me she was only teasing me at the moment. I felt it push against me and then stop short of entering. Part of me wanted to just beg her to fuck me anyway but my sensible side stopped me from blurting it out.
Then without knowing how we were stood again. She was behind me and to the side, her cock in my hand, spanking me. Each slap eliciting a moan of pain and pleasure from me as I leaned against her practically begging with my body to be spanked again. She shifted positions and started to fuck the top of my thighs. Her cock brushing past my hole and pressing against my balls. I needed to feel her inside of me so much.
She moved a chair in front of the mirror and told me to hold onto its top, facing the glass. She teased me again with her cock and this time when I asked her to put a condom on she grabbed one. I tore open the wrapper for her and rolled it onto her cock. She turned me back to the mirror and gently forced herself inside of me. It hurt but not as much or in the way I had been expecting. Any pain was buried by the realisation that finally I was being fucked like a sissy should be.
She watched herself fucking me in the mirror. I didn't know where to look, I was in ecstasy. I caught glimpses of myself, mouth wide in pain and pleasure as I ground my ass onto her cock. I had no idea of how far she was inside of me just occasional jolts of pain as she thrust forwards.
She stopped without coming and asked me to do the same for her.
We swapped positions and I put a condom on. I lubed my fingers and fucked her with them for a few moments. She was already loose enough. It felt wrong as in so many ways I'm not sure I want to fuck just be fucked but I managed to push myself inside of her despite my cock shrinking a little. I think that because it felt wrong to be dominant I couldn't maintain my erection enough to stay inside of her but thankfully she didn't seem to mind.
I pulled her to the sofa in the room and lay face down on it. She climbed on top and I felt her full weight pinning me down as she pressed her cock inside of me again. I whispered over and over "fuck me" as she reminded me just how much pain and pleasure was involved in being fucked. The pleasure far outweighing any of the pain.
Eventually I rolled over and lay beneath her stroking my own cock, still in its condom. She sat up, took her condom off and started to do the same above me.
I came quickly. Intense and loud I moaned as I filled my condom.
I could see she was near and and I begged her, repeating softly, "come on me" until finally she did, exploding all over my exposed belly. I rubbed it into my skin and tasted it on the tip of a finger before emptying the contents of my condom on top it and rubbed again to mingle our juices together on my body.
We kissed again.
She wasn't there much longer. Just enough time for a drink of water and to retouch her make-up. I didn't put my dress back on, just stayed in fishnets, panties and heels whilst she prepared herself to leave. I still felt highly sexed. I could have sucked a thousand cocks, felt a hundred hands on my skin and taken many more cocks inside of me. I was on cloud nine.
By the door we kissed again a couple of times before I opened the door for her. This time I stood there in my fishnets with the door open wide. A complete contrast to how fearful I had been when she had arrived. I left it open as she walked down the corridor so that she could see me a little longer. I would have been mortified if someone else had seen me but I was filled with a strange new confidence.
I sat on the bed and poured myself another glass of wine. Sipping it and savouring the feelings inside of me before I knew I would have to shower and wash Amber away again for who knows how long.
After showering I slipped beneath the bed sheets and tried to drift off to sleep but I couldn't. My mind full of the events that had just occurred. I played with myself in attempt to sleep but it only made me hornier. By the time I finally slept at about 3 in the morning I must have come four or five times.
I have no idea of when it will be as it is so difficult to find opportunities due to my real 'non Amber' existence but I can't wait to be confronted with another cock and I definitely can't wait to feel it inside of me.
Monday, September 2, 2013
Smooth
So my Mistress would like me to be completely smooth around my girly clit. Pics to follow this week.
aaahhhh!!!
yep nothing happened last week.
Mainly because I couldn't guarantee I would have the opportunity. As it turned out I didn't have the chance to be Amber sadly so at least I wasn't left all dressed up with no-one to blow!
I need to feel a cock inside of me.
Mainly because I couldn't guarantee I would have the opportunity. As it turned out I didn't have the chance to be Amber sadly so at least I wasn't left all dressed up with no-one to blow!
I need to feel a cock inside of me.
Friday, August 23, 2013
Watch this space
I may be available for a meet on Thursday next week. Dependent on other factors. Not least of which, courage!!
If so my Mistress will have any final say over things but I hope to be placing an ad on tvchix over the next few days.
If so my Mistress will have any final say over things but I hope to be placing an ad on tvchix over the next few days.
Saturday, July 13, 2013
If it wasn't for those pesky kids ...
I thought I'd engineered the chance to go to Sweet Wednesday this week. I would of course have asked Mistresses permission.
But already my plans have been foiled by conflicting appointments.
Shame as I really think I would have been brave enough to go even of it had been in drab.
I am getting more and more frustrated and desperately need to experience cock number two. The harder it is to actually be able to find time to be Amber and find time alone (next to impossible at the moment) the more I fantasise about being feminised and being turned into the sissy I long to be.
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Friday, June 7, 2013
Mistress Foxx suggested I needed more and bigger butt plugs
She was right. This feels wonderful. Would break my rule and entertain. Would have to be pretty fucking special though to get an invite!!!
Toe nails painted
Shaved all over, douched and moisturised.
Feeling pretty sexy but too much wine to get in my car and too little courage really for me to do anything about it.
Might spend some time on cam a little later.
Feeling pretty sexy but too much wine to get in my car and too little courage really for me to do anything about it.
Might spend some time on cam a little later.
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Mistress?
What Mistress?
I don't think I'm ready to just be a piece of subservient meat yet.
I already feel pretty shit at the moment so why would I seek out confirmation of the fact?
In Mistress Foxx's defence it was nothing she did or said. She is incredibly good at being a domme however perhaps too good for this naive not so young virgin. I think I want a little affection with my second cock.
I don't think I'm ready to just be a piece of subservient meat yet.
I already feel pretty shit at the moment so why would I seek out confirmation of the fact?
In Mistress Foxx's defence it was nothing she did or said. She is incredibly good at being a domme however perhaps too good for this naive not so young virgin. I think I want a little affection with my second cock.
Pride comes
Before a fall.
I vainly thought I had written something suitable for my Mistress. Instead I wrote something that catered to my needs not hers.
Quite rightly she is angry with me.
Quite rightly I must patiently wait to see if she can be bothered to contact me again.
I'm ruined!
:-)
I am in the thrall of my Mistress.
I have spent the entire evening waiting for a reply that never came but that is I guess her prerogative. I sat and lurked in a few chatrooms but really I only wanted to chat with her so I ignored all (which makes it sounds like there more than there actually were :-) ) of the requests to chat and now I'm going to go to bed and hope desperately she replies tomorrow.
I am in the thrall of my Mistress.
I have spent the entire evening waiting for a reply that never came but that is I guess her prerogative. I sat and lurked in a few chatrooms but really I only wanted to chat with her so I ignored all (which makes it sounds like there more than there actually were :-) ) of the requests to chat and now I'm going to go to bed and hope desperately she replies tomorrow.
Saturday, June 1, 2013
My wild and crazy Saturday night
Well in my dreams maybe.
I started the evening off by performing a task for my Mistress.
I spent most of the rest of the evening checking to see if she had replied! Already I am hanging on her every word.
In between I bathed, shaved, moisturised and douched about a hundred times (after all a girl should always be prepared).
I did enjoy one little pleasure though (if it can be called that).
Mistress asked me a short while ago to think of suitable punishments and ...
I've always been intrigued by the the idea of figging.
After I had bathed etc etc. I spent a few minutes selecting and then carving a finger of ginger into a small butt plug being careful to create an indentation so that once it was inserted my tight hole could close around it and hold it in securely.
Wow!
I'm not sure it was that painful (but perhaps that depends on the gingers freshness etc) but it did create a tingly burning sensation down there that was quite intense. I felt incredibly horny and would have done anything for the right person.
Anything.
Oh and I'm sure if you can suggest suitable punishments for a misbehaving little slut my Mistress would appreciate the ideas.
I started the evening off by performing a task for my Mistress.
I spent most of the rest of the evening checking to see if she had replied! Already I am hanging on her every word.
In between I bathed, shaved, moisturised and douched about a hundred times (after all a girl should always be prepared).
I did enjoy one little pleasure though (if it can be called that).
Mistress asked me a short while ago to think of suitable punishments and ...
I've always been intrigued by the the idea of figging.
After I had bathed etc etc. I spent a few minutes selecting and then carving a finger of ginger into a small butt plug being careful to create an indentation so that once it was inserted my tight hole could close around it and hold it in securely.
Wow!
I'm not sure it was that painful (but perhaps that depends on the gingers freshness etc) but it did create a tingly burning sensation down there that was quite intense. I felt incredibly horny and would have done anything for the right person.
Anything.
Oh and I'm sure if you can suggest suitable punishments for a misbehaving little slut my Mistress would appreciate the ideas.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
I am now owned.
I am the online sub-slut of Mistress Gemma Foxx until she chooses otherwise. I will blog about the events of the last few days at a later date but until then I would like to share a story she asked me to write describing what could happen should she choose to use me in an alleyway.
Mistress tugged on the chain attached to my collar, "Come on Amber after me. And straighten your back."
I was reluctant to follow, afraid some one might see me and know me for the sissy slut I was but knew that to voice my opinion would only make things worse for me in the long run. To even be having an opinion was wrong. I hoped Mistress couldn't tell.
Distant voices could be heard in the night. Drunken pub-goers staggering home. I dreaded to what would happen if we were to encounter any of them. My heart beating a little faster in fear.
The cool evening air on my fishnet clad thighs felt good though and I silently thanked Mistress for allowing me to to know what it felt like to be out in the open for once. However I was still momentarily relieved to be led into an alleyway away from the main road. Pools of lamplight lit it erratically between them long dark stretches it would be easy to be almost invisible in.
The relief was only brief as I knew why we had come here. She'd told me what she intended in an email a long time ago and foolishly I'd responded like a slut rather than a lady. I felt like there were a thousand eyes on me in my high heels and dress that barely covered my ass.
Although it didn't surprise me it did upset me when Mistress stopped directly beneath one of the lamposts in the direct glare of its light. Exposed so anyone could see me degrading myself.
A short sharp tug on the lead and she met my eyes. It didn't happen often and I normally tried to look away as quickly as possible but this time I could tell she wanted me to look at her so I kept her gaze as deferentially as I could.
"On your knees please Amber"
The alley was all mud and gravel, mixed in with a million discarded cigarette butts and used condoms. It felt bad enough underfoot. I really didn't want to have to kneel down in it. I tried to plead with my eyes, fluttered my eyelashes a little in the hope she might change her mind and take me back inside.
"Don't make me ask you again Amber"
I didn't give her the chance. I knelt before her, my soft skin pressed hard against uncomfortable grave, wet mud seeping into my stockings.
All forgotten when I raised my eyes to see her beautiful clit bulging beneath her dress.
"Would you like me to use your mouth Amber? Like the little slut you are?"
"Yes Mistress."
"I want to hear you beg Amber."
"Please Mistress. I'm your slut to use when and how you wish. Please use my willing mouth Mistress."
"Good girl. Not too fast though I want you to take your time and show me how much you enjoy pleasing me."
I lightly ran my fingertips over her clit through her pretty panties. Almost tickling its soft skin. I leant forward so I could smell it and brush my lips against it, feeling it twitch. I gently freed it from her panties. It was huge in my hands. Warm, pulsing softly at my touch.
Slowly I massaged its tip whilst I kissed and licked at its base. The smell and taste so overwhelmingly delicious I could think of nothing else than doing a good job and so demonstrate my worship for Mistress.
I sucked at the smooth tight orbs that hung beneath it. Pulling them gently into my warm mouth, wrapping my tongue around them. All the while stroking slowly at the tip of her clit, applying a little pressure, rotating my fingers, massaging around the glans. Spreading my fingertips over its head like a spider, twisting it slowly and softly.
Mistress leaned back against the fence. I knew I must be doing something right at last.
I slowly kissed her gorgeous hard clit from base to tip, trailing my tongue along its throbbing engorged vein. I gently licked at the precious precum accumulating on the surface of its head, savouring it, knowing it to be the precursor to being fed properly.
A little at a time I took her inside of my mouth. Working towards what Mistress had made me practice earlier with the dildo. Having her full beautiful length deep in my throat. I hoped she would let me suck and lick and kiss at her clit forever but knew that wasn't my decision. It would last only as long as Mistress desired and so I endeavoured to make the most of every moment and take my time, delaying the point whereby I was deep throating her. Hearing her moan gently was music to my ears. It made me feel like for once I was being a good girl.
And then she grabbed my head. Not too hard but firmly. Holding me steady as she bucked her hips forward and forced herself all the way into my mouth.
I struggled to control my gag reflex, felt saliva building up at the back of my throat as the tip of her clit buried itself deep inside of me.
And then she began to fuck my mouth, slowly at first but each thrust harder and faster than the one preceeding.
I circled the base of her clit with my fingers and massaged there, stroking her tight smooth balls as she fucked my mouth like the dirty little slut I was.
It felt like forever before I felt her hips rock, the clit deep in my throat throb and then a thick wad of her gorgeous juices explode in my mouth but still she didn't stop rocking inside of me. I struggled to swallow what I could in order to create space for more as I massaged her balls and felt another spurt of tasty cum burst from inside of her clit.
"Don't swallow you little slut"
She pulled out of me, her clit glistening in the lamp light.
"Show me Amber"
I tilted my head up to her beautiful face and opened my mouth wide so she could see her creamy fluid on my tongue.
"Good girl. You can swallow now."
I bravely looked her in the eyes as I swallowed what was left of her cum.
"Now lick me clean and then we can go back inside. Tonight's not over yet for you Amber. Not by a long way."
"Thank you Mistress."
I took her in my mouth again, licking and cleaning her pretty clit, warm inside knowing I had pleased her, not worrying at all about what may follow. After all I belonged to Mistress and there was nothing I could do about it anyway.
Mistress tugged on the chain attached to my collar, "Come on Amber after me. And straighten your back."
I was reluctant to follow, afraid some one might see me and know me for the sissy slut I was but knew that to voice my opinion would only make things worse for me in the long run. To even be having an opinion was wrong. I hoped Mistress couldn't tell.
Distant voices could be heard in the night. Drunken pub-goers staggering home. I dreaded to what would happen if we were to encounter any of them. My heart beating a little faster in fear.
The cool evening air on my fishnet clad thighs felt good though and I silently thanked Mistress for allowing me to to know what it felt like to be out in the open for once. However I was still momentarily relieved to be led into an alleyway away from the main road. Pools of lamplight lit it erratically between them long dark stretches it would be easy to be almost invisible in.
The relief was only brief as I knew why we had come here. She'd told me what she intended in an email a long time ago and foolishly I'd responded like a slut rather than a lady. I felt like there were a thousand eyes on me in my high heels and dress that barely covered my ass.
Although it didn't surprise me it did upset me when Mistress stopped directly beneath one of the lamposts in the direct glare of its light. Exposed so anyone could see me degrading myself.
A short sharp tug on the lead and she met my eyes. It didn't happen often and I normally tried to look away as quickly as possible but this time I could tell she wanted me to look at her so I kept her gaze as deferentially as I could.
"On your knees please Amber"
The alley was all mud and gravel, mixed in with a million discarded cigarette butts and used condoms. It felt bad enough underfoot. I really didn't want to have to kneel down in it. I tried to plead with my eyes, fluttered my eyelashes a little in the hope she might change her mind and take me back inside.
"Don't make me ask you again Amber"
I didn't give her the chance. I knelt before her, my soft skin pressed hard against uncomfortable grave, wet mud seeping into my stockings.
All forgotten when I raised my eyes to see her beautiful clit bulging beneath her dress.
"Would you like me to use your mouth Amber? Like the little slut you are?"
"Yes Mistress."
"I want to hear you beg Amber."
"Please Mistress. I'm your slut to use when and how you wish. Please use my willing mouth Mistress."
"Good girl. Not too fast though I want you to take your time and show me how much you enjoy pleasing me."
I lightly ran my fingertips over her clit through her pretty panties. Almost tickling its soft skin. I leant forward so I could smell it and brush my lips against it, feeling it twitch. I gently freed it from her panties. It was huge in my hands. Warm, pulsing softly at my touch.
Slowly I massaged its tip whilst I kissed and licked at its base. The smell and taste so overwhelmingly delicious I could think of nothing else than doing a good job and so demonstrate my worship for Mistress.
I sucked at the smooth tight orbs that hung beneath it. Pulling them gently into my warm mouth, wrapping my tongue around them. All the while stroking slowly at the tip of her clit, applying a little pressure, rotating my fingers, massaging around the glans. Spreading my fingertips over its head like a spider, twisting it slowly and softly.
Mistress leaned back against the fence. I knew I must be doing something right at last.
I slowly kissed her gorgeous hard clit from base to tip, trailing my tongue along its throbbing engorged vein. I gently licked at the precious precum accumulating on the surface of its head, savouring it, knowing it to be the precursor to being fed properly.
A little at a time I took her inside of my mouth. Working towards what Mistress had made me practice earlier with the dildo. Having her full beautiful length deep in my throat. I hoped she would let me suck and lick and kiss at her clit forever but knew that wasn't my decision. It would last only as long as Mistress desired and so I endeavoured to make the most of every moment and take my time, delaying the point whereby I was deep throating her. Hearing her moan gently was music to my ears. It made me feel like for once I was being a good girl.
And then she grabbed my head. Not too hard but firmly. Holding me steady as she bucked her hips forward and forced herself all the way into my mouth.
I struggled to control my gag reflex, felt saliva building up at the back of my throat as the tip of her clit buried itself deep inside of me.
And then she began to fuck my mouth, slowly at first but each thrust harder and faster than the one preceeding.
I circled the base of her clit with my fingers and massaged there, stroking her tight smooth balls as she fucked my mouth like the dirty little slut I was.
It felt like forever before I felt her hips rock, the clit deep in my throat throb and then a thick wad of her gorgeous juices explode in my mouth but still she didn't stop rocking inside of me. I struggled to swallow what I could in order to create space for more as I massaged her balls and felt another spurt of tasty cum burst from inside of her clit.
"Don't swallow you little slut"
She pulled out of me, her clit glistening in the lamp light.
"Show me Amber"
I tilted my head up to her beautiful face and opened my mouth wide so she could see her creamy fluid on my tongue.
"Good girl. You can swallow now."
I bravely looked her in the eyes as I swallowed what was left of her cum.
"Now lick me clean and then we can go back inside. Tonight's not over yet for you Amber. Not by a long way."
"Thank you Mistress."
I took her in my mouth again, licking and cleaning her pretty clit, warm inside knowing I had pleased her, not worrying at all about what may follow. After all I belonged to Mistress and there was nothing I could do about it anyway.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Bimbo
Turns out I got the dates wrong!! It's next weekend not this coming one. Still it may be a moot point. It's been an interesting week for Amber.
Friday, May 24, 2013
So ... here's a thought
Next Friday (31st May) it's looking like my other half will be away for the night and I'll find myself in a similar position to the one I was in the evening I sucked my first (and only so far) cock.
Nothing definite about the situation yet but the chances are good.
What I would dearly love is to find either
a) a strong handsome 35-45 yr old dominant man (willing to go higher if he's interesting) who can accommodate and is willing to receive late night visitors (I won't be free till 11pm onwards)
or
b) a sexy attractive dominant TV also able to do the same
Either way they would need to be firm but gentle with this novice but willing sissy sub. Ideally they would be happy to spend more than a few hours guiding her towards experiencing what it is to be woman. For the right person I would happily stay overnight and be fed for breakfast too.
If they also wanted to take photo's or film me that would be a bonus.
At the moment I'm just putting this thought out there. If you've found my blog through one of my profiles elsewhere and you think you might be able to help, well just let me know.
I would love this to be me.
Nothing definite about the situation yet but the chances are good.
What I would dearly love is to find either
a) a strong handsome 35-45 yr old dominant man (willing to go higher if he's interesting) who can accommodate and is willing to receive late night visitors (I won't be free till 11pm onwards)
or
b) a sexy attractive dominant TV also able to do the same
Either way they would need to be firm but gentle with this novice but willing sissy sub. Ideally they would be happy to spend more than a few hours guiding her towards experiencing what it is to be woman. For the right person I would happily stay overnight and be fed for breakfast too.
If they also wanted to take photo's or film me that would be a bonus.
At the moment I'm just putting this thought out there. If you've found my blog through one of my profiles elsewhere and you think you might be able to help, well just let me know.
I would love this to be me.
a corset arrived yesterday!!
I managed to get it on. Now I need someone to tighten it properly for me.
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Thursday, May 23, 2013
I love how patient he is
helping her through her first time.
Whispering, encouraging, taking things slowly, gently, firmly. And by the end how she is rocking back, grinding into his cock, clearly loving her first time.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Friday, March 22, 2013
Okay
Monday will be a cam day.
Find me on Cam 4 and tell me what to do. Please.
http://cam4.co.uk/amber_c
xxx
Find me on Cam 4 and tell me what to do. Please.
http://cam4.co.uk/amber_c
xxx
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Monday, March 11, 2013
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
My first cock
How to start?
Where to start?
The beginning or somewhere hot then backtrack?
Maybe with just with the headline news?
Just over three weeks ago Amber sucked her first cock and swallowed a mouthful of warm cum.
Circumstances meant that for once (and the opportunities are very rare indeed) I knew I had Friday night to myself. That if I were lucky I could spend the whole day dressed and perhaps in the early hours of Saturday either invite a man into my home or (as actually happened) jump in my car and drive to his (whoever he turned out be).
For once rather than fantasise and do nothing about it, which invariably leads to me ending up fingering myself on a webcam in a chatroom somewhere whilst watching someone wank over me, I mentioned to an admirer I'd exchanged a number of emails with over the previous 12 months that I might have a small window of opportunity. To my great surprise, he replied saying that the timing could work for him too.
I spent the next few days trying to come up with reasons not to meet. Of which there were a million and one. Whilst at the same time becoming more and more excited by the idea.
Come Friday I was a bag of nerves. I was still stalling a little and I checked my messages with not a little trepidation. He had sent me his phone number and asked me to send him something naughty during the day. I put his number into my phone but told myself I probably wouldn't use it.
Having just finished working on a long contract I had the whole day to myself to prepare. I was too nervous to eat anything all day and subsisted on caffeine and copious cups of tea.
I painted my toe nails. Took a long bath, shaving my legs, chest, genitalia and armpits. I took a picture on my phone of my smooth legs in the bath tub and nervously sent it to him knowing that now he would have my number too. Looking back I was deliberately painting myself into a corner whereby unless it was him that cancelled I would feel obliged to come through.
I moisturised all over, slipped into some stockings and heels and took more pictures which I then sent directly to him. I imagined him at work hiding a hard on beneath his desk, trying to concentrate on the computer screen, only able to think of me. It made me uneasy and hot as hell at the same time.
The day stretched out in front of me. I played on cam on birchplace for all to see, I chatted to a few people on tvchix and shemalechatcity, I practised my make-up over and over so that later I could throw something basic together quickly. I tried to think of all the ways I could get out of what I was thinking of doing and nearly accepted the first excuse given to me.
For various reasons (his and mine) any meet had to happen after 11pm. By 9pm it was obvious there was a party going on upstairs. There was no way on earth I could receive visitors. As I wasn't going to be able to contact him until later and the plan (in my head anyway) had been to accommodate him at my house I figured that nothing was going to happen. In lots of ways I was relieved. I waited for him to contact me so that I could break the bad news.
It was then, knowing it probably wasn't going to happen, that I realised I was disappointed. That I needed to do this, that I wanted to be treated like a girl, to experience a cock even if it was only once. When he finally texted I replied saying if we did meet it would have to be at his as there was a party taking place. His reply didn't fill me with confidence but it ended by asking me to call him. We had never spoken and I was terrified. It took me almost half an hour to pluck up the courage to hit dial.
He answered, "Hello Amber". I was so nervous my voice was almost breathless and probably (thankfully) more girly than normal. He explained that it was a shame I couldn't accommodate and that maybe it was okay. We'd finally made a physical (phone) contact and perhaps we should build on that and take things slowly. Plus he wasn't at his normal location (15 minutes walk from me) and so it would be a 30 minute drive for him even at this late hour. I didn't know what to say. I had spent the entire day building up the courage to do this, something, anything.
I hadn't had anything to drink so I suggested I come to him but warned that I wouldn't be able to arrive dressed as I needed to put some petrol in the car and that would require being out in the open. He said if we were going to meet we should have a minimum set of expectations. I told him how much I wanted to be kissed, to feel hands on my body, to be a girl. He seemed to want more of a reason, that that wasn't enough really and said 'Anything else?'.
I told him I would suck his cock.
Finally he gave me his address and said it was okay, I could change there.
I was so nervous. I showered again, slipped on a pair of cute panties under my jeans and shirt, stuffed a wig, bra, panties, heels and a couple of dresses along with some basic make-up into a bag and went out to the car.
Even when I was stood filling up the car all I could think was 'I'm driving to someones house I don't know to suck a strangers cock'. I didn't know how I felt about that only that it was exactly what I planned to do.
I arrived well after 12:30. The cul-de-sac where his house was was thankfully quiet and devoid of any waking neighbours who might see me. As I pulled into his drive he opened his front door and stepped out to welcome me.
Although I wasn't dressed he greeted me as Amber and ushered me inside. I could see into the living room and he had a bottle of wine set out and two glasses. He asked if I wanted to sit down and chat briefly or if I wanted to change first. I mumbled that I would prefer the latter option and he waved me upstairs telling me where the bathroom was, "Take your time Amber, come down when you're ready".
I locked the door behind me and stripped off, shaking, my heart beating too quickly.
I slipped on some lace panties and matching bra before slowly pulling on hold-up stockings. I chose the first dress that came to hand and pulled it over my head. I slipped my stockinged feet into my high heels.
I noticed I had stupidly only brought half of my make-up which though annoying at least meant I wouldn't be able to keep him waiting for too long. I applied foundation, eye liner, eye make-up, lipstick and mascara and then put my new short wig (which as an aside I'm not 100% convinced by) on. Less than 10 minutes in total. Part of me knew I was rushing, part of me needed it to be a rush so that I couldn't have the time to overthink things and back out. I took a deep breath and went back downstairs.
He stood up as I entered the room, told me how pretty I looked, asked me to twirl around for him. I did. I could hardly look him in the eye and kept my sentences brief (and I hoped girly). I was so nervous and yet it felt right to be dressed as a girl and hearing compliments.
He poured me a small glass of wine (I said I was driving) and we sat down together on the sofa. Bless him he tried to engage me in conversation but I was just too damned nervous to really play along so I kept dropping my eyes from his eyes to his lips and then back so that he knew it was okay to just go ahead and kiss me. Mustering up every last bit of courage left in me I placed his hand on my stockinged thigh to hopefully encourage him to just go for it. I knew if he didn't I would never be able to actually say anything out loud and that the longer he took the more I would just want to run away.
He kissed me.
I opened my lips to let his tongue into my mouth and greedily kissed him back, closing my eyes hoping he would just let loose with his hands. I lifted my legs into his lap so he could have free access to them and let him kiss me as deeply as he wanted, licking at his lips whenever he paused for breath to signal he could continue if he wished.
I needed to know if I was turning him on and rubbed my fingers over his crotch. I could feel his cock hard in his trousers and and I massaged it through the fabric. His fingers found my panties and my hard freshly trimmed and shaved cock pressing against the lace. He gently pushed me back so he could see it framed in my panties.
I rubbed him again letting him know I needed to see his too. He loosened his trousers and opened them. It wasn't huge for which I was grateful (although I would love to be confronted with a cock which did scare me too) but it was hard and I didn't care what size it was as long as it was obvious I was turning him on. I touched it, felt its warmth in my hands, slowly stroked it whilst he kissed me.
I attempted to get on my knees in front of him so that I could take it in my mouth but I think he misunderstood my attentions and thought I wanted to lie on the floor. I let him control proceedings (as I wanted to be a good submissive girl) and lay on the blanket and he lay on top of me kissing and touching me.
He asked me to take my panties off and so I slipped them over my heels and dropped them on the carpet. He stroked me slowly for a while and I enjoyed feeling his cock brushing against mine. I held them both together and stroked them both at the same time listening to him tell me how pretty I was and how much he had fancied me for the last 12 months. I kept raising my hips up towards him in the hope he might start touching my bare thighs and ass. Finally I felt his fingertips on my tight hole slowly circling it.
He asked me if I had any lube.
I did. Upstairs in my bag. I asked if he wanted me to get it.
"Yes Amber, be a good girl and run up and get it."
Even though I was in my heels I was quick and I handed him the tub when I returned. I lay back down in front of him and he lubed up a finger and slid it inside of me, kissing me at the same time.
I couldn't help but stroke myself. He sat back and watched for a while before telling me he wanted me to cum for him. I needed something inside of me so slipped my own fingers into my ass and stroked myself for him. He encouraged me along verbally and before long I came, my whole body shaking as he descended on my cum covered cock and balls, licking it all up.
He kissed me forcing me to taste my own cum in his mouth and told me he wanted to cum inside of me. For the first time I said no. There were no condoms to be seen and although his cock would have probably been a perfect size for my first A level common sense screamed out at me that it might be the wrong thing to do.
"Okay. Where should I cum then Amber?"
Not his fault - he shouldn't have let me cum - I was already out of the room mentally - note to self until completely relaxed with these things NEVER cum first but I just wanted everything over now so I blurted out, "In my mouth". Firstly because I thought he might be upset about me saying no to him fucking me, secondly because that was what I'd promised on the phone.
Thirdly because I desperately wanted to suck a cock ;-)
He stood in front of me and I let him fuck my face. His hands in my hair, his cock at the back of my throat almost gagging me. I worked my tongue and lips all over it and when he finally came I almost choked as thick wad of his cum hit the back of my throat. It was all over too quickly, I hardly even tasted it or savoured the moment (again mine not his fault).
I sat there on the carpet, his cum cooling on my stockings, my own cock wet and limp on my thigh feeling empty. Not dirty or guilty or used just empty, unsure of how I should feel. Shy and vulnerable and desperate to just leave and work out what my emotions were in a less foreign place.
I made my excuses, got changed, removed my make-up and left soon afterwards hoping I hadn't offended him as the mixed emotions were personal to me rather than directed at him.
Will I meet him again?
No and I won't continue to contact him online either BUT I have to underline strongly that's not a reflection on him personally.
He was, if not exactly what I was looking for, a perfect gentleman and I can only thank him for helping me achieve my desire to suck my first cock and I hope I didn't disappoint him either. Unfortunately though he is probably as inexperienced as me and I need a slightly dominant tv or admirer I feel more of a physical attraction to (as well as mental - which is what I felt towards the man I met - a mental attraction which had built up over time) who will hold my hand a little and take things a little slower, teaching me how to please them and allow me to learn to enjoy pleasing them and how to be a good submissive.
When I will ever get the opportunity again though to do such things is anyones guess.
I'm glad I seized the chance I got.
I hope another comes my way. I did very much love having a cock between my lips. I would dearly love to be taught how to savour the moment for longer too.
Where to start?
The beginning or somewhere hot then backtrack?
Maybe with just with the headline news?
Just over three weeks ago Amber sucked her first cock and swallowed a mouthful of warm cum.
Circumstances meant that for once (and the opportunities are very rare indeed) I knew I had Friday night to myself. That if I were lucky I could spend the whole day dressed and perhaps in the early hours of Saturday either invite a man into my home or (as actually happened) jump in my car and drive to his (whoever he turned out be).
For once rather than fantasise and do nothing about it, which invariably leads to me ending up fingering myself on a webcam in a chatroom somewhere whilst watching someone wank over me, I mentioned to an admirer I'd exchanged a number of emails with over the previous 12 months that I might have a small window of opportunity. To my great surprise, he replied saying that the timing could work for him too.
I spent the next few days trying to come up with reasons not to meet. Of which there were a million and one. Whilst at the same time becoming more and more excited by the idea.
Come Friday I was a bag of nerves. I was still stalling a little and I checked my messages with not a little trepidation. He had sent me his phone number and asked me to send him something naughty during the day. I put his number into my phone but told myself I probably wouldn't use it.
Having just finished working on a long contract I had the whole day to myself to prepare. I was too nervous to eat anything all day and subsisted on caffeine and copious cups of tea.
I painted my toe nails. Took a long bath, shaving my legs, chest, genitalia and armpits. I took a picture on my phone of my smooth legs in the bath tub and nervously sent it to him knowing that now he would have my number too. Looking back I was deliberately painting myself into a corner whereby unless it was him that cancelled I would feel obliged to come through.
I moisturised all over, slipped into some stockings and heels and took more pictures which I then sent directly to him. I imagined him at work hiding a hard on beneath his desk, trying to concentrate on the computer screen, only able to think of me. It made me uneasy and hot as hell at the same time.
The day stretched out in front of me. I played on cam on birchplace for all to see, I chatted to a few people on tvchix and shemalechatcity, I practised my make-up over and over so that later I could throw something basic together quickly. I tried to think of all the ways I could get out of what I was thinking of doing and nearly accepted the first excuse given to me.
For various reasons (his and mine) any meet had to happen after 11pm. By 9pm it was obvious there was a party going on upstairs. There was no way on earth I could receive visitors. As I wasn't going to be able to contact him until later and the plan (in my head anyway) had been to accommodate him at my house I figured that nothing was going to happen. In lots of ways I was relieved. I waited for him to contact me so that I could break the bad news.
It was then, knowing it probably wasn't going to happen, that I realised I was disappointed. That I needed to do this, that I wanted to be treated like a girl, to experience a cock even if it was only once. When he finally texted I replied saying if we did meet it would have to be at his as there was a party taking place. His reply didn't fill me with confidence but it ended by asking me to call him. We had never spoken and I was terrified. It took me almost half an hour to pluck up the courage to hit dial.
He answered, "Hello Amber". I was so nervous my voice was almost breathless and probably (thankfully) more girly than normal. He explained that it was a shame I couldn't accommodate and that maybe it was okay. We'd finally made a physical (phone) contact and perhaps we should build on that and take things slowly. Plus he wasn't at his normal location (15 minutes walk from me) and so it would be a 30 minute drive for him even at this late hour. I didn't know what to say. I had spent the entire day building up the courage to do this, something, anything.
I hadn't had anything to drink so I suggested I come to him but warned that I wouldn't be able to arrive dressed as I needed to put some petrol in the car and that would require being out in the open. He said if we were going to meet we should have a minimum set of expectations. I told him how much I wanted to be kissed, to feel hands on my body, to be a girl. He seemed to want more of a reason, that that wasn't enough really and said 'Anything else?'.
I told him I would suck his cock.
Finally he gave me his address and said it was okay, I could change there.
I was so nervous. I showered again, slipped on a pair of cute panties under my jeans and shirt, stuffed a wig, bra, panties, heels and a couple of dresses along with some basic make-up into a bag and went out to the car.
Even when I was stood filling up the car all I could think was 'I'm driving to someones house I don't know to suck a strangers cock'. I didn't know how I felt about that only that it was exactly what I planned to do.
I arrived well after 12:30. The cul-de-sac where his house was was thankfully quiet and devoid of any waking neighbours who might see me. As I pulled into his drive he opened his front door and stepped out to welcome me.
Although I wasn't dressed he greeted me as Amber and ushered me inside. I could see into the living room and he had a bottle of wine set out and two glasses. He asked if I wanted to sit down and chat briefly or if I wanted to change first. I mumbled that I would prefer the latter option and he waved me upstairs telling me where the bathroom was, "Take your time Amber, come down when you're ready".
I locked the door behind me and stripped off, shaking, my heart beating too quickly.
I slipped on some lace panties and matching bra before slowly pulling on hold-up stockings. I chose the first dress that came to hand and pulled it over my head. I slipped my stockinged feet into my high heels.
I noticed I had stupidly only brought half of my make-up which though annoying at least meant I wouldn't be able to keep him waiting for too long. I applied foundation, eye liner, eye make-up, lipstick and mascara and then put my new short wig (which as an aside I'm not 100% convinced by) on. Less than 10 minutes in total. Part of me knew I was rushing, part of me needed it to be a rush so that I couldn't have the time to overthink things and back out. I took a deep breath and went back downstairs.
He stood up as I entered the room, told me how pretty I looked, asked me to twirl around for him. I did. I could hardly look him in the eye and kept my sentences brief (and I hoped girly). I was so nervous and yet it felt right to be dressed as a girl and hearing compliments.
He poured me a small glass of wine (I said I was driving) and we sat down together on the sofa. Bless him he tried to engage me in conversation but I was just too damned nervous to really play along so I kept dropping my eyes from his eyes to his lips and then back so that he knew it was okay to just go ahead and kiss me. Mustering up every last bit of courage left in me I placed his hand on my stockinged thigh to hopefully encourage him to just go for it. I knew if he didn't I would never be able to actually say anything out loud and that the longer he took the more I would just want to run away.
He kissed me.
I opened my lips to let his tongue into my mouth and greedily kissed him back, closing my eyes hoping he would just let loose with his hands. I lifted my legs into his lap so he could have free access to them and let him kiss me as deeply as he wanted, licking at his lips whenever he paused for breath to signal he could continue if he wished.
I needed to know if I was turning him on and rubbed my fingers over his crotch. I could feel his cock hard in his trousers and and I massaged it through the fabric. His fingers found my panties and my hard freshly trimmed and shaved cock pressing against the lace. He gently pushed me back so he could see it framed in my panties.
I rubbed him again letting him know I needed to see his too. He loosened his trousers and opened them. It wasn't huge for which I was grateful (although I would love to be confronted with a cock which did scare me too) but it was hard and I didn't care what size it was as long as it was obvious I was turning him on. I touched it, felt its warmth in my hands, slowly stroked it whilst he kissed me.
I attempted to get on my knees in front of him so that I could take it in my mouth but I think he misunderstood my attentions and thought I wanted to lie on the floor. I let him control proceedings (as I wanted to be a good submissive girl) and lay on the blanket and he lay on top of me kissing and touching me.
He asked me to take my panties off and so I slipped them over my heels and dropped them on the carpet. He stroked me slowly for a while and I enjoyed feeling his cock brushing against mine. I held them both together and stroked them both at the same time listening to him tell me how pretty I was and how much he had fancied me for the last 12 months. I kept raising my hips up towards him in the hope he might start touching my bare thighs and ass. Finally I felt his fingertips on my tight hole slowly circling it.
He asked me if I had any lube.
I did. Upstairs in my bag. I asked if he wanted me to get it.
"Yes Amber, be a good girl and run up and get it."
Even though I was in my heels I was quick and I handed him the tub when I returned. I lay back down in front of him and he lubed up a finger and slid it inside of me, kissing me at the same time.
I couldn't help but stroke myself. He sat back and watched for a while before telling me he wanted me to cum for him. I needed something inside of me so slipped my own fingers into my ass and stroked myself for him. He encouraged me along verbally and before long I came, my whole body shaking as he descended on my cum covered cock and balls, licking it all up.
He kissed me forcing me to taste my own cum in his mouth and told me he wanted to cum inside of me. For the first time I said no. There were no condoms to be seen and although his cock would have probably been a perfect size for my first A level common sense screamed out at me that it might be the wrong thing to do.
"Okay. Where should I cum then Amber?"
Not his fault - he shouldn't have let me cum - I was already out of the room mentally - note to self until completely relaxed with these things NEVER cum first but I just wanted everything over now so I blurted out, "In my mouth". Firstly because I thought he might be upset about me saying no to him fucking me, secondly because that was what I'd promised on the phone.
Thirdly because I desperately wanted to suck a cock ;-)
He stood in front of me and I let him fuck my face. His hands in my hair, his cock at the back of my throat almost gagging me. I worked my tongue and lips all over it and when he finally came I almost choked as thick wad of his cum hit the back of my throat. It was all over too quickly, I hardly even tasted it or savoured the moment (again mine not his fault).
I sat there on the carpet, his cum cooling on my stockings, my own cock wet and limp on my thigh feeling empty. Not dirty or guilty or used just empty, unsure of how I should feel. Shy and vulnerable and desperate to just leave and work out what my emotions were in a less foreign place.
I made my excuses, got changed, removed my make-up and left soon afterwards hoping I hadn't offended him as the mixed emotions were personal to me rather than directed at him.
Will I meet him again?
No and I won't continue to contact him online either BUT I have to underline strongly that's not a reflection on him personally.
He was, if not exactly what I was looking for, a perfect gentleman and I can only thank him for helping me achieve my desire to suck my first cock and I hope I didn't disappoint him either. Unfortunately though he is probably as inexperienced as me and I need a slightly dominant tv or admirer I feel more of a physical attraction to (as well as mental - which is what I felt towards the man I met - a mental attraction which had built up over time) who will hold my hand a little and take things a little slower, teaching me how to please them and allow me to learn to enjoy pleasing them and how to be a good submissive.
When I will ever get the opportunity again though to do such things is anyones guess.
I'm glad I seized the chance I got.
I hope another comes my way. I did very much love having a cock between my lips. I would dearly love to be taught how to savour the moment for longer too.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
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Tuesday, January 8, 2013
wish I was this brave!
I sat opposite this absolutely gorgeous 'gurl' today on the Tube.
If I wasn't interested in being a girl myself I would never have noticed she was so passable and pretty.
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If it was you, sorry if I stared. You were so beautiful I couldn't help myself.
If I wasn't interested in being a girl myself I would never have noticed she was so passable and pretty.
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If it was you, sorry if I stared. You were so beautiful I couldn't help myself.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
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