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.

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.