meet #8 Becoming Daddies Sissy!

My eyes have been opened. I fear there is no going back. I have experienced something which has changed me forever.

I'm a real sissy now! A little sissy faggot girl who fully embraces what that means and what their role is when with a real man.

A bit too much? :-)

I've met someone I'll probably meet whenever life allows.

A real Daddy type.

This all happened nearly a month ago (perhaps a little longer) so there's probably more artistic licence than normal. Sorry.

It all started on tvchix. A few messages, some chat in the rooms. Then quickly moved to kik. I much prefer chatting on there but (to anybody out there) can't always chat that often. When I can I tend to be quite full on though and so we had quickly connected.

Older, grey beard, kinky but respectful of my inexperience. He soon had me interested. I yearned to be his full on 'sissy' and acquiesced to his requests whenever opportunity arrived. Sneaking off to the toilets at work to send him pictures of my clit and videos of me cumming whilst professing my love for him. Sending him video of me playing with my toys and telling him I was a sissy; sharing my deepest darkest fantasies and begging him to help me attain them.

Early on I knew I wanted to meet. He seemed like the perfect man to take my education further. It was just a case of when and life doesn't really give me many opportunities.

It took a while to find the time but eventually a date was set and I made sure, although busy at work, I had the day booked off. I planned to just work a half day the day before too to give me time to wax and prepare but things got busy and I didn't get home to close to midnight. By the time I'd waxed and (sharing too much?) given myself an enema it was nearly 2am. I was due at the hotel he'd booked near Waterloo station in only another 8 hours time!

I packed a bag before I finally got some sleep and set my alarm early. I still felt like I had a lot to do to prepare in the morning.

I woke up before my alarm. Excited, nervous, terrified! Picked at some breakfast, drank about 4 cups of coffee.

I douched, showered and shaved my face as closely as possible.

Lubed my pussy with my fingers and then slipped in a plug.

I'd said I would arrive plugged and in panties and so stepped into a cute pink pair and then dressed as a boy before leaving the house. I was nearly an hour late leaving but had kept him updated so it wasn't a problem. He was already at the hotel waiting for me by the time I was stood on the train platform.

My emotions were heightened knowing I was sat there on the overground amidst all the people commuting into work or going shopping with a plug gently filling me and rocking in time with the train on the tracks. In my bag, clothes, dildo's lube, breasts, wigs, heels. All hidden from my fellow passengers only by the thin fabric of my backpack.

The last couple of months worth of messages and anticipation played over and over in my head. Thankfully there was no-one sat directly next to me so I could scroll through the potted history of our online relationship. At some point, at his behest, I'd started calling him Daddy and he'd begun referring to me as his little sissy girl. In the days leading up to being on my way to meet him our texts had become even more lurid, if that were possible, and I'd shared my deepest fantasies with him. He in turn had sent me pictures of the collar and leash I was to wear along with the cuffs, paddle, gag and plug he was bringing with him. I'd been terrified and turned on in equal measure and in my bravado agreed to be thrown into the deep end on our first meet. Last night, after waxing, I'd taken a step back though and thankfully he was happy to take things more slowly. I hoped he was a man of his word.

In between re-reading our chat history I kik'd with him all the way there, my clit straining already in my jeans. Just before I got to Canada Water I messaged him one last time to tell him I was going underground and that the next time I had a signal I'd be practically outside the hotel.

I was so excited on the underground I felt it must be written all over my face, what I was, where I was going, what I hoped dearly I would be doing.

The doors opened at Southwark and with purpose I headed out of the station, continually checking my phone for the second I got a signal. He'd messaged. He was sat in the lobby grabbing a coffee. I replied to let him know I was only thirty seconds away. Stood out on the street in the blazing sunshine I took a few deep breaths and then strolled as nonchalantly as I could into the hotel.

It was full and busy, for which I was grateful, mainly families grabbing breakfast before heading out to sight see or people just checking after long haul flights. I scanned around to see if I could recognise him. We had exchanged photos but that was so long ago all I had to go on was his tvchix profile pic which showed his chest, beard and little else to discern him by.

There was a possible candidate, in a casual suit, sat on his own at a table. I wandered towards him. He looked up briefly and I smiled nervously but he didn't really even acknowledge me before returning to what he was reading. I went back to searching.

There were no other possibilities. Everyone else was in couples or with large families. It had to be him. I checked my phone and was just messaging him again when I looked up and caught his eye. This time he realised who I was.

I felt awful. I must look so unlike Amber when in drab boy mode he couldn't recognise me or see anything desirable in me.

"Amber?" he enquired softly.

I nodded, cowed, nervous. A little humiliated and wanting to run for the door.

"Do you want a coffee first or shall we go up to the room?"

I might have spoken. I don't remember. I must have said something because the next moment we were heading for the lifts.

There was one already waiting and we stepped inside. As the door closed he took my hand. As the lift began to move he leaned in and kissed me, his hand on my ass. I relaxed instantly and let his tongue into my mouth. Kissed him back with a fierce passion, like a pressure valve had been released.

I immediately fell happily into my role. Stroking his arms,"You've got such strong arms Daddy."

"Mmmm and you're such a pretty little thing Amber."

I had no idea what floor we were on when the lift door opened again. Nor as he lead me by the hand down the corridor see the number on the door as he opened the room for us.

Small but clean, comfortable and certainly not budget, I put my bag down. He spoke to me and I answered but I probably couldn't have remembered five minutes later, let alone now what was said.

I stood by the bed. I think we kissed again, I think I was pleasantly conscious his hands were exploratory, they seemed to want to touch me. I felt under his shirt and was happy to find a hairy sexy chest underneath.

I'd kind of joked a few weeks previously that I would fully submit to him and strip when I entered the room. That was my only clear thought in those first few minutes and so I slowly unbuttoned my shirt with him watching and let it drop to the floor.

His hands stroked my smooth stomach and breasts as we kissed again.

"Are you wearing panties like you said you would?"

I nodded, "Yes Daddy."

"Good girl. Show Daddy please."

I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them down over my thighs. He was stood behind me. His hands on my breasts, my ass, my clit, hard and straining to get out of my panties. He kissed the back of my neck and pushed me forwards a little so my weight was against the wall. I felt his fingers press against the plug I was wearing and push it a little further into my pussy. My fingers finding his hard cock and massaging it through his trousers.

We kissed a little longer then I stepped out of my jeans and took my socks off to show him my pink toenails.

"Take my trousers off Amber."

I knelt in front of him and he stood from the bed so I could undo his trousers and pull them down. I could see his cock straining in his underwear. He sat back on the bed and I pulled his trousers from his legs and folded them before removing his socks too.

I freed his cock from his underwear. It was nice and hard, a cock ring keeping it firm. Not too big, not too small, just right. He didn't need to ask, I knew what to do; knew what I wanted to do, needed to do.

It had been a long time since I'd been this close to a real mans cock. I'd almost forgotten how they smelled and tasted, the power they had over me. How helpless and hungry and horny I felt with one in my hands and mouth. I'd missed sucking a cock so much. I just hadn't realised quite how much until then.

I played with his cock for a while, loving every inch of it and its size and flavour in my mouth and on my tongue.

At some point in proceedings we ended up lying together on the bed, kissing, touching. I kept telling him I was his little sissy, Daddy's little sissy slut. Growing into the role, getting more and more excited, giggly, girly. The last thing I'd expected was to be naked except for a pink pair of panties and a butt plug within the first 10 minutes but he'd treated me like a girl since the moment we'd entered the lift and so it didn't feel weird at all.

We must have played and kissed and whispered sweet nothings to each other for well over half an hour before we eventually broke for air.

"Do you want to get dressed for me Amber?"

"Yes please Daddy." I retired to the bathroom to change, making sure he got a good look at me stood there almost naked as I gathered my things together. It never ceases to amaze me how confident I feel with my body and sexuality once the ice is broken.

I wanted him to see what he was getting, wanted him to desire me.

I took the minimum amount of time I could without rushing things too much. I knew he would be patient but I didn't want to keep him waiting any more than I wanted to delay proceedings myself.

I removed the plug and checked my pussy was still clean. I toyed with changing into another pair of panties but decided to stick with pink. They are cute and sheer so my bum shows through. I pulled on some stockings. I thought about my breast forms but decided against them. I wanted him to have access to my nipples. I chose a sequinned minidress and after putting it on started to make myself up.

Finishing everything off with my blonde wig and a pair of pink heels I took a final look at myself in the mirror and went back into the bedroom.

He stood up from the bed to greet me. We kissed a little more and he turned me around to look at me fully.

"I'm okay with a collar Daddy if you'd like to collar me."

We'd discussed not bothering with any toys of that nature but he didn't wait for me to change my mind and moved quickly to get it. I stood with my back to him as he tightened it around my neck and then attached a lead, "You're mine now Amber."

"Yes Daddy, I'm your little sissy girl."

"Good girl."

He walked me to the mirror, "Get on your knees Amber."

"Yes Daddy."

I knelt before him and looked up at him as I played with his cock with my mouth and fingers. Kissing and licking his balls. Sucking them gently into my mouth, massaging them with my tongue. Giving his manhood the attention it deserved and relishing every second it was in my possession.

"Look in the mirror Amber"

I watched myself playing with his cock. My gaze shifting up to meet his eyes watching me.

"Stand up Amber."

I rose and stood still for him as he ran his hands over my body and found my hard clit under my dress.

"Get on the bed Amber."

I perched myself on all fours for him, presenting my ass which must have been visible as my dress was nice and short. He knelt beside me, kissed me and then pushed a finger into my mouth. I knew what he was going to do so I got it nice and wet.

"Oh Daddy," I moaned as he toyed with my pussy and slowly worked his finger inside of me. In between my moans he kissed me as he fingered me for a long lovely time. He kept telling me how much he loved my pussy, how pretty it had looked in the videos I'd put up on xhamster and sent him privately.

He moved behind me. I was so excited. So horny and desperate for him turn me into his little slutty princess.

I felt his hands on my ass and then almost squealed with delight as his tongue brushed over my pussy, his beard tickling the smooth skin of my cheeks. I made noises to let him know how wonderful it felt as he licked me deep and long, occasionally sucking at my hard clit that otherwise dangled uselessly between my thighs.

I could have stayed there for hours with his tongue inside of me but he wanted more. I'd bought some toys with me and I soon felt one gently circling my pussy before working its way inside. I pushed back onto it, letting it stretch me, knowing that it would only make me readier for him.

He took his time working my pussy, letting me ride the dildo as he moved it in and out. He didn't rush things and when he switched to the bigger dildo I was more than ready to take it. It's larger head pushing straight into me as I pushed back onto it. Again he fucked me hard and slow with it until I was almost constantly moaning.

He pulled it out a few times and then put it back in. The he pulled it out but there was a delay.

As he put on a condom.

I felt his cock. A real cock. His gorgeous cock which has not long ago been in my mouth pushing gently at the edge of my pussy and then slipping straight in.

"Is that your cock Daddy?"

"Yes Amber and it feels so good in your pussy."

I was in heaven.

He took things slowly at first and I let him know how good it felt with my moans and breathless thank you Daddy's. He soon started picking things up though, deeper, harder, faster. Holding my hips as he fucked me like the sissy slut I hadn't fully embraced until right now.

I was on another level. I had never imagined that sex could be this amazing. That being fucked would feel so utterly beautiful, intense and right. The perfect mix of pleasure and pain, riding on the edge of both of them.

I gripped him with my pussy muscles as he thrust into me. I squealed and screamed with delight.

I was near tears of pleasure.

It felt like I was born for this. To have a cock buried in my ass. My pussy wrapped around it hugging it tightly as it caressed my insides.

He paused. Pulled out and came up to kiss me deeply. I loved his thoughtfulness and kissed him back passionately but just wanted him back inside of me. He obviously wanted that too because he pushed me down, off all fours, face down on to the bed and pushed himself back inside of me.

This time he fucked me hard. Made ever nerve in my body tingle as his cock attacked my pussy. It only made me want his cock more. Harder, faster, even more passionate. I had found my calling at last.

I was a sissy little slut serving her Daddy and loving it.

I needed him deeper and harder so I pushed myself back up onto all fours and starting fucking him back hard and fast with my ass. His cock was touching me in all the right places inside. I felt like I was on the cusp of passing out it was so intense and then I squealed and my clit spat out a huge wad of cum.

My whole body shook with pleasure and he paused, perhaps a little worried, confused.

"Oh Daddy, Daddy I've cum," I whispered. Barely able to speak.

He looked all concerned. Turned me over and gently kissed my clit, cleaning the cum from it.

Lying on my back now, he leaned over and kissed me so I could taste myself on his tongue.

I spread my legs wide. I wanted him to fuck me and to be able to look into his eyes. At that moment I felt an intense desire and almost love for him. He held my legs up and entered me. I wrapped one leg over his shoulder, the other round his back and revelled in the feeling of his cock inside of me again.

We must have already been fucking for over half an hour. It could have gone on forever as far as I was concerned.

He pulled out and knelt over me. He removed his condom.

I was worried he might ask if he could cum inside of me. Worried that it would be a very bad thing to happen but mostly worried that if he asked I would say yes. At that moment my feelings for him were so intense I would have gone against all my instincts and let him breed me. My heart was in my mouth.

Luckily he didn't say a word. Just looked deeply into my eyes as he wanked himself off and then with a soft grunt came all over my clit and stomach.

I immediately rolled him over, pushing him back onto the bed this time and set to greedily licking every drop of cum from his still hard cock. Then I straddled him and kissed him deeply, thanking him for making me feel like a princess, like a good little sissy girl. His softening cock resting between my butt cheeks.

If he'd still been hard I'd have stuffed him back inside and ridden him like a sissy cowgirl, milking him for every drop. Again luckily that wasn't an option!

I rolled off him and lay there weirdly completely satisfied but still as horny as hell. He should have stopped me, I should have stopped me but ... I couldn't help myself.

"Daddy I need to come again."

I started to tug desperately at my clit. He held my hand tightly as my body rocked and I moaned and I came everywhere.

He took me in his arms and then bent and gently licked me clean.

We kissed and for the second time I tasted myself on his tongue. It was delicious mixed with the flavour of his mouth.

We lay together for a long time. His fingers gently stroking my skin. Not saying anything just lying there.

I was annoyed with myself for letting myself cum. I desperately wanted him to fuck me again but, with not having slept the night before, and having cum so intensely myself I was spent.

There is more and I will no doubt re-edit the above and add to it over the next few days but for now; Thank you Daddy. Amber loves you xxx

October plans?

Hi guys :-)

I have a degree of freedom between 8th & 15th Oct. Depending on work that may mean I'm free to be Amber week days/ nights and at the weekend.

There are lots of things I'd like to do!!!

If we've met before then I'd probably be willing to entertain at home. If we haven't then any meets would need to be at yours or a hotel.

A few things I'm interested in exploring:

Some mild bondage

Having a Daddy/ Master for a few hours

Being driven out into the country for a walk and taking some sexy pictures

Being made love to all night

Being filmed being a sissy little slut

I'm sure I'll be able to think of some more and I'm open to suggestion :-)

Amber

xxx

meet #7

Ok that was fun.

For about four or five years I've occasionally interacted with someone on Tvchix. We'd never met. Mostly if I'm honest because of my own misgivings than theirs. They always seemed a little too persistent and that worried me a little. It needn't have :-)

I had the day to myself today and had mentally already decided that if at all possible I was going to meet someone however with the proviso that I wouldn't just meet any old person. It needed to be someone I felt some attraction to. Mike from chix had always struck me as someone I could find attractive but I couldn't push past the aforementioned misgivings about his persistence. Today though I have to admit (and didn't say this to him earlier) I'd already decided to submit and went online in the hope a) he would be there and b) he would bite.

Thankfully he did.

Within only a few minutes of being in the chatrooms he messaged me. I almost changed my mind but when he asked if I was looking to meet today I answered that yes I was. I knew he lived relatively locally too so all being well it wouldn't be too long between arranging something and it actually happening.

I was in that awkward in between stage that always comes with waxing. Hair growing back but too short to wax yet. So I gave my legs a light shave in the bath, painted my toenails and douched before slipping in a little plug.

The flat has a shared entrance so I warned him he'd be greeted by me in drab and then need to sit with a cup of tea while I got ready (how English?).

He arrived on time. Taller than I'd imagined and better looking in the flesh than his picture (if you're reading Mike - there's nothing wrong with your picture - your features are just softer and friendlier in the flesh :-) ).

I made him a cup of tea and retired to change. Panties, fishnet tights, little black dress, boobs and pink heels. I had been thinking pink hair too but decided at the last minute to go for blonde.

Then make-up applied, I called him through.

I didn't really give him too long to look me over, always a worry of mine that I won't meet their approval, and stepped up to meet him as he followed me into the room.

He quite quickly took my hand. Ran his hands over my dress and body and before I knew it we were kissing. And he kissed well. His tongue deep in my mouth, his stubble pressing against my smooth face. I loved that he was taller than me too. I had to crane my neck to let him kiss me the way he did and I pressed my body into his.

As we kissed I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt to get my hands onto his manly hairy chest. I tweaked his nipples between my fingertips and ran my hands all over his back and upper body. All the while kissing passionately. He lifted my dress up over my ass so he could feel me through my fishnets.

I fumbled with his belt, finally getting it undone with his help. Without the need to be asked I dropped to my knees, kissing his nipples as I descended. I started slowly. Kissing him through his briefs first. Then pulling them down to release his cock. My intention had been to gently tease him and play with it for a while but I was so excited to be in front of a mans cock after such a long time I almost instantly took it into my mouth and commenced proceedings.

The last thing I wanted was for him to blow his load in the first couple of minutes so I only gave him a taster of things to come and stood back up for more kissing. This time his hands finding my girly cock peeking out from behind my panties.

I was tired of standing there in the middle of the room and led him a couple of steps to the bed. I lay down and almost instantly he was on top of me. Kissing me yet again. Pressing me down into the mattress.

I wrapped my still stockinged legs around him and raked my fingers over his back as we kissed and dry humped. His cock pressing into my butt cheeks and plugged hole. It was then I think I decided I was going to let him fuck me. That I wanted him to fuck me. It was just about how we got there now and hoping when it became clear to him that was what I wanted that he wanted it too.

I asked him to remove my fishnets and we kissed a short while longer before I slipped my panties off too and savoured the feeling of his cock pressing against my now bare skin and the plug I was increasingly aware of inside of me.

He paused from kissing me a couple of times to take my girly cock into his mouth. It was lovely but I was so turned on I had to keep stopping him as I wanted it all to take longer and I was terrified I'd come too soon.

He lay on his back and I straddled him. Dry riding him for a while whilst we kissed even more.

I pulled myself away from him and leant across to the dresser where the lube, condoms and my small dildo were. If it hadn't been obvious where I was hoping things would go, when I put them down on the bed it became plain to see. He didn't balk or run from the room which I saw as a positive :-)

I removed the plug from inside of me and lubed up the dildo. We kissed as I slid it deep inside of me. It was just a little smaller than him which meant I imagined he'd fit inside of me perfectly. I fucked myself with the dildo for a while to loosen myself up for him. Still kissing.

Then I opened the condom and rolled it over his cock with my mouth. Or at least tried :-) I imagined it would be sexy but not having done it before I had to tidy it up with my fingers in the end. I lubed him up and straddled him again.

We kissed and then I sat up and lowered myself onto him.

He slipped straight in. It was wonderful. I knew I was actually going to get fucked for the first time. He lay back as I rode him faster and faster. He slipped out a couple of times but entered me again easily enough. I would have liked to try a few different positions out but we were both pretty close to the edge already and I knew that was never going to happen.

It didn't take long before I felt myself climax with him inside of me. I came all over his chest. All from being fucked. It was gorgeous. I rode him a little faster afterwards for short while I was so happy to have been made to cum like a girl.

Before he came I got off, pulled the condom from his cock and sucked him till he exploded into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, almost gagging but knowing deep down that's what a girl should do.

We kissed again and then lay on the bed together for a short while.

I think he could have lain there longer which was actually quite nice but I was starting to worry about getting all cleaned up before having to go and pick my car up from the garage (how mundane) and hurried things along a little.

I asked him if he wanted a shower but he just cleaned up a little in the bathroom and left, my cum still in his chest hair I imagine.

I may have met my first 'repeat' meeter. Though opportunities seem rarer than they used to but if they arose and he was free again I'd definitely like a second go :-)

Maybe with some pictures next time?

too much hassle!!!!

What is? Me apparently. Had my time wasted a little. Not in the traditional sense, someone not turning up or cancelling just before a meet, he's given me plenty of notice. But in a wasted time chatting, planning, booking time off (and a freelancer accepting I won't get paid for that time booked off) kind of sense. And the reason I'm too much hassle? Because I made a request which I still don't think was that weird. So please someone tell me if actually I'm at fault here because if so I will take that on board for the future. We were planning what time I would be able to get there next week. He's about ninety minutes drive away (in daytime rush hour traffic) and so I asked if it would be okay to shower when I arrived after being cooped in the car for an hour and a half. I even offered to bring a towel. "Forget it" he messaged. Instantly I knew what he meant but he was no Shakespeare (at the best of times his responses were little more than monosyllabic) so I thought I would pretend not to understand. "Forget the towel or the shower?" Unfortunately I've deleted the chat and blocked him on the messenger service so I can't reproduce his reply verbatim. However it was misspelled in a way that suggested it was written a little angrily. "The whole thing. It's too much hassle" Because I asked if it were okay to shower?!? Obviously there must have been other reasons for such a quick turnaround but the fact he was so quick to anger about something so small makes me feel I dodged a bullet. However thats not the point. I guess I need to know. Was it an unreasonable request? If it was then 'it's a fair cop' and I'll bear that in mind next time I'm on the verge of meeting someone. But Jesus I was going to suck his cock and let him fuck me, surely wanting to not smell of stale sweat is the least a girl can ask? Answers on a postcard :-) Now. To try and arrange something else so my day off isn't wasted!!!

meet #6

This was a short while ago to be honest (October 2015) and I've been trying to decide whether or not to even write about it but ... why not? You'll understand why (perhaps) by the time you get to the end. If you do! Its a long read :-)

We'd met once before (meet#5) and I'd very much enjoyed sucking his cock. The previous meet was essentially a precursor to this one. We'd already swapped a few messages and established we were both in theory free on Sunday night. I was at a gig in London the night before so it was going to be a rush getting back, shaved and ready but as my chest was already waxed from earlier in the week it was only really a case of waxing my girly bits, reacquainting my legs with a razor and douching so as long as he was happy to wait a little it should be possible.

He booked a room in China Town in Birmingham just on the edge of Hurst Street and the Gay Village so I'd already said I'd love it if he felt comfortable enough and if he felt I wasn't too hideous to go for a drink in between playing. In fact what I'd said is that I'd love to go out for a drink and sit opposite him in a bar still able to taste his cum in my mouth from the blow job I'd given him before we came out and knowing I'd get plenty more when we got back to the room. That seemed to do it for him :-)

I got the train back from London first thing Sunday morning, a little hung over and full of trepidation but I spent the entire trip swapping messages with him letting me know what my progress was. He seemed excited which calmed my nerves a little and put me into a near constant state of arousal. I'd wandered into Soho when I'd arrived into London on Saturday and purchased some heavy duty lube so I sat on the train fantasising about maybe losing my cherry properly for the first time. I'd been close before, had a man inside of me and felt the joy (and exquisite pain) of being a real girl but it had been too much for me to bear for too long. I wanted so badly to be fucked properly and was hoping tonight would be my induction into womanhood.

The train journey took forever. Leaves, water, fairy dust, something annoying anyway on the line and causing to wait outside Nottingham for hours. I kept messaging him to let him know. He wasn't phased at all. He was running late too anyway and as he said it would give him time to chill in the room when he did arrive and... we had all night to take things slowly.

I finally arrived back into New Street Station and grabbed a cab. Not before popping into TK Maxx first though and purchasing some cute fishnet hold ups. I wanted at least one thing I wore tonight to be new.

Once home I put some wax on to warm, had a shower and generally tried to relax a little whilst waiting for the wax to melt. It was near 3pm and we were supposed to be meeting at 7pm. In my head I already knew that wasn't going to happen as I always underestimate how long getting ready takes but I kept telling myself 'we have all night, it doesn't matter what time I get there'. Cup of coffee in hand I started to pull together and pack a selection of dresses, lingerie and make-up to take along, trying to work out what he would find sexy and want to see me in. I didn't want to disappoint. The advantage was he'd already seen me once before so if he hadn't wanted to see more of me (I remained in my dress the entire time he'd come round for a quick blow job) he wouldn't be making the effort to do so now.

Bag packed, I began the always painful process of waxing my bikini line, going for the full Brazilian. In a hurry I started from the wrong direction which only added to the pain but once done and moisturised even I thought it looked sexy!

I climbed into the bath, shaved my legs and sent him a pic to show him how smooth I was for him.

I also apologised as there was no chance in hell I was getting there much before 8pm! Thankfully the picture did the trick and he replied, 'take as long as you want, it will be worth the wait'.

I finally stepped out of a cab near the hotel at about 8:30pm, douched and all ready to go.

He'd sent me his room number and the hotel had an entrance through its car park so I wheeled my bag down into its depths and got a lift to second floor bypassing reception.

I knocked on the door. He opened it and then retreated into the lounge area of the apartment so as not to see me before I'd changed. I hurried straight into the bathroom to take off the clothes I'd travelled in and slip into something a hell of a lot sexier (at least I hoped).

I wore my new stockings, matching black lingerie, my breast-forms and and a tight fitting dress with heels. I'd decided on blonde too. I took my time applying my make-up, sipping the glass of prosecco he'd left for me in the bathroom and making sure I looked as little like mutton dressed as lamb as possible (a difficult task at the best of times!).

I finally emerged and entered the lounge to find him sat watching television. He stood as I came into the room and gave me an appreciative once over. I felt so nervous and girly. He came over to me, took my hand and turned me around to look at my body wrapped up in the tight fabric of my dress.

He refilled my glass and we sat down on the sofa together. We chatted about something, I can't really remember, my mind wasn't really on talk. As he asked me questions and spoke I watched his lips waiting for them to finally shut up and press themselves against mine. I was holding his hand and I moved it to my thigh and left it there. My own fingertips brushing his leg. As we spoke I gently rubbed his slowly hardening cock through his trousers and shuffled my body so that some of my thigh was exposed at the top of my stockings.

Even though we'd met briefly earlier in the week I could tell he was nervous but also a little cocky too. I slipped my fingers inside his shirt to feel his manly chest I'd kissed only a few days beforehand. He kissed me and I let his tongue into my mouth. I could feel his hands exploring what was under my dress and I sat on top of him to give him easier access. As we kissed I massaged him through his trousers and I felt his fingers pressing against my tight ass through my panties. I moaned softly into his ear so he knew how much he was turning me on.

After a few minutes kissing with his fingers all over me I slid down onto my knees in front of him, loosened his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. He lifted himself up from the sofa and slid them down over his thighs. His cock hard and beautifully sized sprung free from its constraints and I played with it a little with my hands whilst gazing up at him.

He didn't need to even ask. I could see what we wanted and kissed it greedily. I took it between my lips and licked and sucked and worshipped it, loving the appreciative noises he made in response. 

Holding my head he stood and fucked my mouth for a while. I paused to fill my mouth with fizzy wine before letting him in again. His hot cock mixed with icy cold bubbles on my tongue. I could sense he was close to cumming and then he stopped me. He pulled his trousers back up, "We've got all night. Do you still want to go and get a drink somewhere?"

"If you don't mind being seen with me."

"Not at all."

The apartment had a balcony overlooking a courtyard. There were other rooms across from it, all with lights showing through pulled curtains. He went out onto the balcony for a cigarette. I put my coat on and joined him, standing in the cold air gently rubbing his cock through his trousers. The balcony extended to the next room, the bedroom, and after he'd finished smoking we went in through the second set of doors.

"I wasn't joking when I said I'd love to go out with the taste of your cum still fresh in my mouth."

Curtains still open, he sat in a chair at the foot of the bed and undid his trousers again. I got to my knees and took his slightly softened cock in my mouth. I loved feeling it stiffen as I ran my tongue over it and took it deep in my throat. I worked at it like a good little slut until eventually I felt him tighten and he exploded in my mouth. I swallowed every drop and kept working until I'd cleaned any of that delicious sticky cum off him.

"Good girl."

"Thank you."

I retired to the bathroom, retouched my make-up and brushed my hair. When I came back out he was stood by the door, jacket already on. I tottered in my heels to retrieve my coat from the floor in the bedroom and then we both stepped out into the hallway.

It was nearly 10pm so thankfully it was quiet outside of the room. We walked down the corridor to the lift.

"Do you want to go through the car park or by the front desk?" he asked as we got into the lift and the doors closed behind us.

"I don't mind", I said though secretly I hoped he would choose the former. 

As we exited on the ground floor he smirked and lead me straight towards the front desk making a point of saying 'hi' to the employee manning it. The man behind the counter gave me a quick look but returned his attention almost immediately to his newspaper. I guessed he must have seen it all before but it gave me a little confidence boost he hadn't sniggered or stared. I was under no allusion I 'passed' but at least I didn't look awful enough to elicit a double take or disgust.

We stepped out of the hotel foyer and for the first time ever I was out in the open. My heart was pumping but not with fear. I was filled with nervous excitement as my heels clacked on the concrete steps which lead to the street. Where I knew I wouldn't be able to hide away in the dark.

It was a Sunday night so Hurst Street was quiet though there were still a few people sat in the Korean and Chinese restaurants at the top of the street. No-one so much as glanced our way as we walked past the restaurant windows. It was a cold night so the only people outside any of the bars were bundled up and smoking their cigarettes as quickly as they could before hurrying back inside. I savoured the sensation of wind whipping over my stockinged legs and the freedom I felt wearing a dress and heels out in the open.

We walked all the way to the bottom of the street and to 'The Village' which was the only bar that seemed to have more than just two or three people in it. The bouncers on the door stepped to one side as we entered and it was bliss stepping into the warmth from the cold autumn air.

There were only twenty or so others in the whole place but again no-one even batted an eye as we stood at the bar and I took my coat off. Whilst my date ordered us drinks a guy standing near us struck up a conversation, asking how long we'd been together, saying how cute a couple we made. All the while running his hands over my ass and hoping my date didn't notice. I pretended nothing was happening. If I'm honest I was flattered and loved the attention.

Drinks in hand we settled into a booth at the bar and talked about likes and dislikes and what we were going to do when we got back to the room. He wasn't the most imaginative. When I asked him what he wanted to do, all he could manage was "Everything." Not that I cared though. I was on cloud nine. Out in a bar, on a date, in a dress, heels, false boobs and stockings and panties! Even tottering off to the toilet was a delight. There were a few other girls like myself in the bar too and we swapped shy smiles with each other. 

The karaoke was awful, the chart music played between performers was execrable, the decor was gaudy and camp and (if I'd been in male mode and not sipping wine) the beer was dreadful but... I could have stayed there happily for hours. I'd never felt so relaxed and free. Which was perhaps why the night started to deteriorate although it would be a while before I noticed. Already drunk on freedom I slowly got drunk on cheap wine too but was too giddy to notice it happening.

I sat with my legs across him so he could slip his hands inside my panties and I could massage his cock without it being too obvious to the rest of the bar. I whispered into his ear all of the things I wanted to do when we returned to the room. Suck his cock, feel his hands all over me, lie next to him and kiss whilst he fingered me and stretched my (still pretty much virgin) ass. Be a dirty little slut for him etc etc etc.

We stayed for about three drinks (three more than I needed) before heading back to the apartment. I tottered after in him in my heels feeling much sexier than I probably was. We kissed in the lift and he thrust his hands up inside my dress. I was already feeling like a slut. And loving it.

When we got back to the room. He poured us both another drink. Like a fool I took it and sipped away at the cold fizzy wine. He told me to go and put another outfit on while he rolled a joint.

I slipped into a fishnet bodystocking with a pink thong under it. Whilst doing so my false breasts decided to detach themselves. I was feeling giddy now and so decided not to bother reattaching them. Over the bodystocking I pulled a pink skater dress. I tucked my bits away as tidily as I could, brushed my hair, slid my heels back on and joined him in the lounge.

I span round for him and he gave me his approval. We kissed for a while on the couch and again I sank to my knees to take his cock into my mouth for a while. Somehow during proceedings the dress came off and it was just me in the thong, bodystocking and heels. his fingers a little more urgent and insistent as I sat astride him and they probed and entered my ass.

"I'll be back in a second." He stood, picked up the joint and went out onto the balcony. I've never really been great with marijuana but drunk and with lowered inhibitions I followed dressed only in the bodystocking and thong. It was freezing out there but I was too drunk to really care, wobbling unsteadily on my heels. He passed me the joint and I inhaled deeply. With a small sense of my limitations remaining I only had two or three drags. God it was strong. Immediately I knew that was more than enough for me and hoped it wasn't too much already. I cuddled up to him as he smoked the rest of the joint aware that if anyone were to peek through their curtains they would see me almost naked on the balcony. Weirdly that turned me on even more. I sank to my knees and retrieved his still hard cock from his trousers and proceeded to suck him off as he finished his joint. Secretly hoping someone was watching us.

Once he'd finished smoking he pulled me up to my feet and we entered the apartment through the second set of balcony doors. Into the bedroom. The curtains hung open behind us but I didn't give a damn who might see what we were up to. Moving from the cold into the warmth again made my head spin a little but I tried to push that aside.

I lay on the bed and he joined me. I unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off him. He wasted no time taking his trousers off too. Him naked and me clad from top to toe in fishnet we kissed passionately on top of the bed covers. I played with his firm cock while we kissed.

He turned me over and spread my legs. He pulled the body stocking off me slowly, kissing my smooth skin as he did so. The thong followed swiftly after it. His tongue on my thighs, ass cheeks, and then inside me. It felt amazing. I could happily never have my girly cock played with (although I do enjoy it when it is) but if I never get rimmed again I will die so unhappy. A mans tongue deep in my ass is a wonderful beautiful thing and I savoured every second wishing it could never end.

He clearly had other ideas though. He applied some lube to his fingers and started to probe my ass. Stretching me, loosening me up. As he intensified things my moans crept up in volume. One finger, two, three inside of me. "Someones watching us."

"Really," I asked.

"Yeah. Across the courtyard. Does that bother you?"

I laughed. Completely the opposite I thought. It just turned me on even more. I lifted up onto all fours so they could get a better view. It obviously didn't bother him either because he started to finger fuck me hard and really stretch my ass. It hurt a little but not in a bad way. I loved feeling the thickness of his three fingers ramming in and out of my ass.

"I want to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me. Fuck me please."

He started to rub his cock against my asshole. Slapping it against my butt cheeks.

"Put a condom on."

"No."

He pressed the head of his cock firmly over my asshole and pushed.

I resisted. "Put a condom on."

"No. I won't be able to stay hard." He tried again with a little more force and entered me for a few thrusts.

I span away "Please put a condom on. I want you to fuck me so badly. Please just put a fucking condom on."

He was pissed off but he grabbed one anyway. I was starting to feel sick. The room slowly beginning to spin and I felt things were spiralling out of my control with it. He slathered lube all over his cock, now in a condom but for both of us something had changed and already he wasn't as hard as he had been. He tried to get inside of me but I was too tense now and feeling sicker by the second.

"I think I just need to lie down for a while. I feel sick."

"That's okay. The moments gone I think for both of us right now." Relieved he was being quite sweet about things I sank into the bed and pulled the duvet over myself and dozed for a while, the room in a constant state of spin. He retired into the lounge.

About an hour later I walked pretty much naked (except for my wig) into the lounge to get a glass of water. He was watching porn on his laptop and didn't really acknowledge me. I apologised for being such a lightweight. He said that was okay.

I went back to bed and quickly fell asleep.

I woke later to find him on top of me. The laptop was next to him and porn was still playing. I was disoriented and didn't know what to do. He was trying to get his cock inside of me. Freaked out I manoeuvred as much as I could so all he could do was fuck my thighs.

Which he did. I wanted it over as quickly as possible so I used my thighs to fuck him back and get him off me as soon as I could. I even moaned a little to try and speed things up. Finally he came. His hot sticky cum exploding all over my thighs and balls. He rolled off straight away and lay facing away from me on the bed. I lay there slightly traumatised afraid to sleep until I could be certain he was. It wasn't too long till I heard him snoring but I still lay there for a while longer. I wanted to just leave but was far too drunk and stoned to think straight. Eventually I must have slept.

I woke early. He was still asleep or at least pretending to be. I pulled all my things together and left the bedroom. I showered and washed his mess off me. I hoped he wouldn't stir because I didn't know what I would say to him if he did. Before I'd been scared, now I was angry with him. He'd tried to fucking rape me the piece of shit. He might remember things differently, no doubt he was stoned and drunk too but all I can do is see things from my own perspective. Luckily for me there wasn't too much of him, he was skinny and probably couldn't have forced himself on me physically if he'd been more insistent.

I dressed and wheeled my suitcase out of the room. It was around 8:30 in the morning. I went and had a coffee somewhere and then called a taxi to take me home.

I had a bath and went back to bed. I felt empty and close to tears.

A little later I did cry.

I struggled as to whether  should either not write about it or to doctor the account and not go into the full details but I may as well carry on as I began with these things and be truthful. I have waited till I'd moved house though as he knows where I lived previously and I'd rather he didn't.

So lessons learned:

1. Don't drink on meets

2. Definitely don't get stoned

3. Don't necessarily believe them when they say prior to meets they only practise safe sex. And leave when they try and get away with not using a condom.

Anyway. Onward and upward :-)

meet #5

It was a spur of the moment decision to invite him round.

We'd exchanged quite a few messages on AFF and I think it was inevitable we would meet at some point but when I'd been getting dressed and all made up my intention had been to go online and play on cam for whoever wanted to watch. I'd let him know I was slipping into panties for probably the first time in a while but I'd also made it clear in past communications I didn't 'entertain'.

However when he replied " I'm only 7 miles away I could pop in and see those panties," I was already feeling horny and girly and... weak willed so I told him if he could be here in 30 minutes and be gone 30 minutes later then... he'd better get his body and cock over to me as soon as he could.

To say my heart was pounding would be the understatement of the year. I took the selfie above and sent it to him to motivate him to get there quicker (at least I hoped it would have that effect) and decided it might be nice to slide a small plug inside of me as I wasn't planning on him being here long enough for anything other than providing him with relief. So I may as well have something secret for myself going on in my panties.

I sent him my address, closed all of the curtains and waited for what seemed an age although he was good to his word and arrived well within the 30 minute timeframe I'd stipulated.

I heard him approach the door and then pause. Would he knock?

My heart jumped out of my chest when he did.

I took a deep breath and, standing to one side so as not to give my neighbours an unwanted glimpse of me in a dress, opened the door for him to enter.

He was dressed smartly for work and seemed as pleasant and gentlemanly as he had in our messages.

As always I felt like mutton dressed as lamb and incredibly self conscious and so although we did talk my mind was elsewhere and I don't remember a word. I lead him into the living room and we sat on the couch next to each other. He placed a hand on my thigh and I stroked his leg, my fingers dangerously close to his crotch.

We kissed and I moved my hand to his crotch. I could feel his cock hard through his trousers and I massaged it as his hands crept up beneath my dress. I moved my legs so they were over him to allow him easier access to my legs and panties and felt his fingers explore me through the thin fabric of my tights.

I wanted his cock so badly I started to fumble with his belt but with just one hand free found it difficult. He unbuckled it for me and opened his trousers and I wasted no time in freeing his hard cock from his underwear. We kissed again as I slowly stroked it for him, paying with its head with my fingertips.

He undid his shirt and I ran my fingers over his manly chest before leaning in to kiss his cock. It felt so natural to have my lipsticked lips so close to it. To reach out with my tongue and lick it, to kiss its length and then take it in my mouth.

He had certainly been interested beforehand but now I had his full attention. He talked dirtily to me and stood up in front of me so he could rock back and forth into my mouth. My only focus was his cock and being the best sissy slut girl I could be. I licked and kissed and sucked like the dirty bitch I dreamed of being.

After a short while he sat back down and I got onto my knees before him and continued the good work I had already begun. I remembered him saying in a message that he liked his cock to be spat on so I took him deep in my throat until I could feel myself start to gag and then spat onto his perfectly sized (not too big and certainly not small) cock before taking him fully in my mouth again, my own saliva lubricating things and making him all wet and hot.

I worked hard at his cock until I felt him begin to tighten on the sofa. He told me was about to cum and I deliberated puling back and letting him shoot his load all over my face but decided against it. I wanted his cum inside of my belly, slipping down my throat, so I worked his head just a little harder until he spasmed and I tasted his sweet and sour cum on my tongue and felt it swilling around in my mouth.

I continued giving him head as I swallowed everything he had to give. I paused for a moment to look at his cock, all glistening with cum and then spent the next couple of minutes sucking and licking it clean for him.

Eventually I stood, asked him if he wanted a glass of water, hoping he would say yes because I knew my dress was still puled up around my waist and I wanted to walk into the kitchen with him seeing my ass in panties through my tights. Once again I was amazed at how sexualised and confident I felt once I'd gotten hold of a cock again.

I got him a glass of water feeling his eyes on my ass as I tottered in my heels to the tap.

He stood in the doorway to the kitchen on a slightly raised step drinking his water whilst I kissed his nipples and stroked his now softening cock through his pants. If he'd gotten hard again I would have gladly dropped to my knees right there and then and sucked him off all over again. In a weird way I loved that I hadn't been in anyway sated sexually. Somehow the fact that I was untouched and still wired made me feel even more highly sexualised. And that I had been such a willing slut asking for nothing in return seemed appropriate. 

I thanked him for letting me suck his cock and after a brief conversation accompanied him to the door and let him out.

I deliberately refrained from touching myself although I was hard for such a long time after he left. I wanted to enjoy feeling like I had been there to serve his cock not selfishly seeking my own satisfaction.

Not long after leaving he sent the review I posted on here a few days ago (a couple of posts below) and I knew I was born to suck cock.

Meet number 4!!!!

We'd messaged a few times, he'd sent me a picture and he looked normal and attractive so it was just a case of when I would be able to find the time to meet. The first time he was able to host I was worried we wouldn't have enough time as he had other plans for the day. The second I had to cancel as work commitments came up.

I wondered if the stars would ever align.

And then they did.

He texted me first thing in the morning to check I was still coming. Always one of the scariest moments for me because that's when it all starts to feel real. Up until then its just a fantasy but that's when I actually have to commit or cancel (which I would never do).

I had had the chance to run a razor over things the night before so all I had to do was douche and pack. Which still took a lot longer than it probably should have.

I was out the door just after 10am and on a bus not long afterwards. He didn't live that far away and so public transport seemed the best option although it took forever. I texted him at every stage of the way and I could tell from his responses he was aware how scared I was.

I got off a stop early to give myself the chance to gather my thoughts as I approached his flat. Outside I texted to let him know I was there and he gave me the building and flat number. I rang the bell and he buzzed me in.

The flat was clean and modern and he looked just as he did in the photo. He also seemed sane and friendly which was a relief. He invited me in. There was a bedroom on my left, the door open, a towel laid out ready on the duvet. He asked if I wanted a drink of anything and showed me the bathroom where I could change if I wished.

I shut myself in and slipped out of my clothes. Naked in a strangers bathroom. I dressed in panties and matching bra, fishnets and tight black body-con dress before making a start on my make-up. Finally I stepped into my heels and adjusted my blonde wig on my head.

I took a deep breath and stepped back out into the hall.

He was sat reading in the lounge and stood up when I entered. "You look nice."

He came to meet me at the entrance to the room. He seemed so much bigger and masculine now I was in my dress and feeling shy, feminine, submissive towards him. He ran his hands over my body, turned me away from him and held me gently from behind touching me softly. I let my hands linger on his hips pulling him in closer towards me. He stepped away and taking my hand lead me to the sofa.

We sat for a short while chatting. He doing most of the talking, me nervous, replying to his questions but struggling to make much conversation myself. It was lovely for him to try and help me relax in his company.

I plucked up the courage to ask him if I looked okay, to check I wasn't a disappointment to him? Either he was being a gentleman or he definitely thought so as he replied, "Not at all. Much nicer than I expected."

He asked if I wanted to "play?". I breathlessly said I did and he kissed me. I let his tongue into my mouth meeting it with my own. I nibbled at his lips gently and adjusted my body so that he towered over me a little. My hands creeping up to explore his manly chest and back underneath his top. His wandering over my body and smooth fishnet clad legs as we kissed for what felt like forever. My fingertips stroking his neck occasionally, encouraging him to continue, ensuring he knew I was his girl and that I was in a state of pure and utter bliss in his arms.

I started to massage his already hard cock through his trousers. Gently working its length and squeezing softly at its tip. He continued to kiss me, letting me acquaint myself with his manhood for quite some time before he finally stood and taking my hand again lead me from the sofa.

We only made it halfway across the room before he stopped and told me to stand with my back to a counter top. He started to kiss me again, a little more passionately even than before. His hands all over me. I lifted myself up onto the counter and wrapped my legs around his strong waist and pulled him in as close as I could. One hand up under his shirt, massaging his pectoral muscles, gently tweaking his erect nipples, the other clutching his behind so he could grind against me whilst we kissed.

Occasionally I put my arms on the counter to lift myself up and entertain the illusion I was being held up by him, resting on his hips and being fucked in his strong arms. My heels pressed hard against his back.

I hoped I was being a good girl for him and I must have been doing something right because he once again took my hand and this time lead me the rest of the way to his bedroom.

The room was neat and tidy, the sheets looked clean and there was a large mirror on one wall. He told me to get on the bed and make myself comfortable and disappeared into the bathroom. I was unsure of how I should present myself for his return and kept adjusting myself on the bed into poses I hoped he would find demure but attractive and sexy when he came back into the room. I kept catching glimpses of myself in the mirror, this girl lying on a strangers bed in her dress and heels. I could see how anxious and nervy she was but also how eager to please she looked too.

I opted for lying on my side, face away from the door, my ass the first thing he would see when he entered and lay there waiting patiently.

He came back in and I attempted to turn towards him sexily and smile. He motioned for me to move over on the bed and joined me. We began to kiss again, all the while his hands on my body, mine playing with his cock through his trousers, trying to imagine what it would be like. His hands occasionally straying to my panties and running over my ass trapped beneath silk and fishnets. I could hear myself moaning with pleasure from time to time, unaware he was having that effect on me until the sound escaped from between my lips. He occasionally whispered things like 'good girl' making me feel more and more feminine and submissive towards him.

Not once did his hands stray to my own cock which was hard and trying to push its way through my fishnets. Not once did I care. I loved how he was ignoring it. How the frustration of it being ignored only drove me to want to please him more. Made me forget about it myself and concentrate on being a girl melting in the arms of her strong masculine man.

He got up from the bed and took his trousers and shirt off. Naked, just the right amount of hair on his chest and back. Not too much but enough to remind me he was all man. Someone I would be able to run my hands over knowing he was full of more testosterone than I had right at that very moment in my little finger. His cock and balls were dark and smooth which I was very excited to see. I loved the idea of kissing and licking the smooth hair free flesh around it all.

Back on the bed I started to tease him with my fingers as we kissed. Enjoying how hard and yet supple it felt. Getting to know it more intimately than when it had been hidden away beneath layers of clothes. I wet my fingers and slid them over its beautiful head and stroked and played with it. Whenever his lips weren't locked to mine trying to catch a glance of it slipping between my fingers. The last few remnants of masculinity draining away from me as I realised just how much I loved being this close to a real mans cock.

Eventually I knew I had to get closer to it. To be able to breathe its scent in. To have my lips merely millimeters away. To tease myself almost with its beauty and see how long I could hold back before I couldn't control myself any longer and worship it my my tongue and mouth. He lay back on the bed and I sat up so I could be within kissing distance of it.

For a long time I kissed and licked and sucked at his cock and balls. Showing them the respect and loving attention they deserved. Reaching up occasionally to softly twist his hard nipples and run my fingers over his strong hairy chest. His hands in my hair, supporting me, encouraging me. Moaning softly as I twisted a nipple or gently sucked his balls into my mouth and massaged them with my tongue. It was a truly beautiful experience for me to know I was giving him so much pleasure and in turn to be allowed to spend so much time down there learning to enjoy the taste and feel of a penis. Although I had enjoyed my small amount of experience with them so far this was the first time I truly savoured the moment and felt I had all the time in the world to become a real cock sucking girl for someone. I have no idea how long I lavished attention on it just that every second felt precious and educational. I have no idea if I was even any good at it. Just that it felt natural to be there doing it.

After a while he turned onto his front and instructed me to lie on top of him. I kissed at his neck and ran my hands over his muscled back and tight buttocks. I became aware of my own erection, until then completely forgotten, as I felt it rubbing against his naked flesh. It felt weird and a little wrong. Although he undeniably had a great body and I was noticeably aroused I hoped he didn't want me to in some way use my penis or to touch him in the same way I was dreaming he wished to touch me. If nothing else though I knew he must be very aware of just how sexually aroused I was as he must have felt me pushing into his skin and buttocks.

He instructed me to lie in a particular way on my side. I was grateful he was being active and telling me what to do. Both because I was so inexperienced but also because I wished to be the submissive partner in things and to be compliant.

He arranged himself so he was lying in the opposite direction to me and pulled my fishnets and panties halfway down my thighs. I secretly enjoyed that it restricted my movements a little but not as much as I enjoyed being face to face with his cock again.

We proceeded to pleasure each other. His hips rocking in to my face gently and his lips working what I can only describe as magic down below. It was delicious. He gave me just enough attention but never too much and although he was kissing and sucking at my cock it didn't feel that way. I still felt feminine, I still felt like his girl.

I heard myself moaning again. Sometimes breathlessly saying his name, feeling out how it sounded uttering from between my lips. He turned me over onto my front and pulled my penis back so that it was trapped somehow between my panties and fishnets, straining against them trying to stand up straight but not able to, pointing backwards towards him. I have absolutely no idea what he was doing back there. Only that it felt heavenly and I couldn't contain myself anymore, continually moaning his name out in adoration as he made me feel like the luckiest girl in the world. He teased me and pleasured me and made me want him so much. I desperately wanted to beg him to fuck me but held back because I didn't want him to stop whatever it was he was doing which was making me feel that way.

Finally he stopped and turned me back over, breathless. "How do you get out of that dress?" I turned slightly so he could see the zip running down the back. He removed my heels and pulled my panties and fishnets off my smooth legs and motioned for me to lie on my front again.

I felt him unzip me. "Wow, not a hair in sight. Good girl." A wave of pleasure running through me to hear him obviously pleased at what he saw. I squirmed a little to help him get my arms out of the sleeves and pull my dress down to my waist where he left it for the time being, that, my wig and a bra the only things I was now wearing.

He pressed himself down on me in the same way he had instructed me to do to him earlier and he kissed my neck this time, ran his hands over my back and buttocks.

"Would you like me to fuck you now?"

"I'd like you to try. I've never really managed properly yet. You might need to take your time and use plenty of lube."

"I'll be gentle I promise."

He sat up and I pulled my dress off completely, lying there practically naked in my bra and wig. Since Christmas I have been on an exercise and diet regime trying to get back to a slimmer version of Amber again but I still haven't got there so I hoped he would still find me sexually attractive as my belly was still larger than I would like it to be. If he didn't, he refrained from saying anything.

"Safely though", I said.

"Always." He was already putting a condom on so I needn't have worried. And he had a tube of lube with him too. He instructed me to get on all fours for him which I did, presenting my ass for his approval.

He slapped me a couple of times which stung and drew my breath but was far more enjoyable than I cared to admit at the time. I would have probably liked a couple more but was also very very nervously excited at what was about to happen and so forgot to beg him to do it again.

With heavily lubed finger he began to work at me. I felt myself open to his touch. One then two inside of me, loosening my muscle, stretching it pleasurably, my face almost touching the duvet, back arched up towards him. He worked his magic for a short while and then told me he was going to use a lot of lube and take things slowly.

I felt the tip of his penis pressing gently against me. Then a little more pressure. Back and forth like that for what felt like an age, slowly increasing the pressure each time. It hurt and my moans were obviously filled with less pleasure than before because he paused and withdrew for a moment. All the time he offered encouragement and kept me informed of what he was doing. Applying a little more lube, just teasing and trying to gently stretch things a little.

And then I almost screamed as the head of his penis nearly went inside. Again he withdrew and took his time working up to things again with yet more lube. I can't pretend it didn't hurt but I wanted it to happen more than I wanted him to stop trying and so he persisted through my whimpers and yelps until finally I felt him enter.

"I'm inside you now."

I was struggling to breathe properly. Head pressed into the duvet. In pain but nothing I couldn't bear. He held himself there for a moment to allow me to calm myself. Then pulled out and entered me again. It still hurt but not as much. This time I felt him gently press himself a little deeper. Again he paused and allowed me the time to get used to feeling him inside of me and to compose myself.

He very slowly started to rock inside of me. He wasn't deep but he didn't need to be. I was so focused on what was happening between my legs. It felt like I was being torn in two but at the same time beneath all of that was this intense pleasure that as he slowly fucked me was making me squeal and whimper. I wanted to beg him, plead with him to stop but kept stopping myself from screaming it out. Just in case he actually did which would have been far far worse than the pain which I hoped would only be fleeting.

Again I have no concept of what the timespan was but I jumped back and forth between heaven and hell for what seemed forever. At times it was almost beautiful and divine as I felt his cock moving inside of me. At others I wanted to scream the house down it hurt so much. I heard myself saying his name over and over again and 'oh baby'.

Then suddenly it was too much and against my will I felt my body recoil from him.

"It's okay, we can take our time. I was inside you for a while there. Why don't you turn towards the mirror and we can try again. With more lube."

I repositioned myself. Still on all fours but facing the mirror. I looked a fucking mess! Make-up practically non-existent, probably smeared all over the towel that covered the duvet. My wig seriously messed up like I'd just gotten out of bed. But I felt so sexual and turned on. I watched his reflection as he positioned himself behind me and prepared to enter me again. It was so horny to see myself in that position. About to be fucked by a strong bodied masculine man.

Yet again it didn't last long before the pain was too much but I definitely knew I was being fucked by the noises that I was making. Uncontrollable squeaks and whines and moans. This time when I finally bucked and recoiled he gently suggested trying another position to see if that in some way helped.

I lay on my back and he lifted my legs up over his shoulders and entered me once more. The act of entering easier each time. At first it was a little easier and I felt myself rising my hips up towards him to meet him with each thrust but then he just went a little too deep too quickly. Probably as a result of me obviously becoming more comfortable. My head smashed into the top of the bed and my whole body shook uncontrollably. I lay there shaking, almost seizure or fit like. Every time I felt like I'd calmed down another shiver would overtake me. It freaked the hell of out me so God knows what he thought.

"It's okay. We can slow things down a little."

He retired to the bathroon to dispose of the condom leaving me shaking and jerking on the bed. Almost on the verge of tears but I couldn't understand why all of these emotions were exploding inside of me.

He came back into the room to find me shivering in an almost feotal position. I was aware of how fucked up the whole situation was and so forced myself to convert the howl I was about to admit into a laugh. To laugh at how ridiculous this must all look.

He settled back down on the bed next to me. I wouldn't have blamed him for just throwing me my clothes and telling me to get dressed and get out but he didn't. He stroked my skin softly and I began to do the same to him. He was still erect and I wanted desperately for him to know that whatever had just happened was some weird fucked up physical reaction inside of me and not something he had done to freak me out. So I started to pay with his cock again and found that as I did I felt myself calm down.

He lay back on the bed again and took him in my mouth and started to suck him off again. Only pausing to kiss his thighs or lick and suck gently at his balls. His hands in my hair again, whispering words of encouragement I worked at his beautiful penis until he started to tug at it himself. Not being experienced I pulled back not realising it meant he was about to come. Not until he told me anyway.

As he stroked I licked and kissed at its tip and then when I somehow knew it was the right moment I enveloped it in my mouth and he came. Shocked most of it spilt straight back out and covered his cock and balls. I set to milking the rest of it from his still hard twitching cock and then made sure I licked and kissed every drop I'd spilt from his smooth skin. Still taking him in mouth gently from time to time.

Eventually, my fingers playing gently with his now softening cock I lay next to him and draped my legs across his manly torso. Felt his fingers affectionately tickling my smooth legs. I hugged him and felt safe in his strong arms, kissing his neck lightly, enjoying this unexpected moment of affection between us. I hadn't come myself nor did I feel like I needed to. In a lot of ways it was perfect that I hadn't. I was still erect and aroused but I felt satisfied too. I could have happily fallen asleep in his arms.

We lay there for a while before I became aware of the time and realised I would need to leave. I said so a couple of times but I couldn't bring myself to extricate myself from his warm strong hairy body and I just found myself circling my fingers on his chest again within moments of stating my intention to go. Which finally I had to.

I retired to the bathroom to clean up and change back from Amber. I felt strangely confident stood naked in front of him in just a bra. Totally unaware of my penis, still hard, and somehow feeling feminine despite how ragged I probably looked.

I changed and left soon afterwards, keeping my eyes down on the bus journey home in case I hadn't managed to remove all of my eye make-up and someone might guess what I was and what I had been doing.

Once home I unpacked and threw my clothes into the washing machine before having a shower.

Only then did I finally touch myself and come. Weirdly it felt wrong to be even doing that removed from the situation.

Photo shoot (aka meet number 3!)

Finally! The story behind the pictures.

Work was looking like it was going to pick up again and although as a freelancer I can never turn down getting paid the thought of not being able to dress as much during the day was preying on my mind and making me dream of being touched again and getting another opportunity to experience a mans cock.

I tried to get it out of my system by logging onto AFF and performing on cam for whomever I found on there. I rode my dildo like a girl possessed, obeyed all instructions and generally did whatever was asked for me but still didn't feel satisfied. Just sweaty, exhausted and covered in my own cum. Wanting something a little more.

Later the same day one of my viewers messaged me. A semi-pro photographer with his own makeshift home-studio offering to take some 'boudoir' photos. His profile suggested he was interested in women only and so I questioned whether or not he would really want to. It would be good practice for him was his reply and it didn't bother him that I was not really his thing sexually in fact it would be interesting for him (I'm paraphrasing a lot :-) ).

I wasn't wholly convinced as why would he contact me on a swingers site if he wasn't vaguely interested in me sexually? I warned him he might have to help me with my corset asking if would he be okay with that. Just gently feeling him out, letting him know I would be happy to be near naked and physically close to him if that was what he wanted. He said it would be weird but it wouldn't push him too far out of his comfort zone and sent me some 'boudoir' pictures he'd found online to illustrate what kinds of things he wanted to photograph. They were all really stylish and sexy and I tried to imagine myself ever looking that good! Fat chance. I responded with some less stylish pictures of my own, just to reinforce in him that I was willing to pose however he wished and either freak him out completely and therefore avoid wasting either mine or his time OR encourage him to test his level of comfort.

We exchanged messages over the next few days and tried to arrange a convenient time to meet. Annoyingly that was when work started to come in and so I worried whether or not I would be able to commit to anything at all. I even had to cancel our initial arrangements at the last minute which was both aggravating and embarrassing. However thankfully he still persisted in trying to arrange something. Finally I decided to make myself unavailable for a days work and cancelled a freelance booking. It seemed like the only way this was ever going to happen.

We'd swapped phone numbers and I texted in the morning to confirm I was coming. He gave me a postcode and told me to phone when I was there. I bathed, went over my legs again with a razor, moisturised and douched (just in case he wasn't just interested in photography).

I called from where he'd told me to park up and he gave me instructions on how to get to his house. I parked outside and nervously rang the doorbell.

He seemed friendly enough as he ushered me inside. I couldn't tell if he was as nervous as me or whether or not I was just projecting my own fears onto him. He'd set up a makeshift studio with lights and a backdrop in the front room. He asked me if I wanted a drink and to chat first. I said it was probably just as weird for me as it was for him and maybe I should just go and change. He showed me upstairs to the bathroom and said 'take your time, I'll carry on setting up downstairs'.

I waited until he'd gone back down and then stripped off completely, the door still open to the landing. I almost wished he were watching me turn into a girl but he stayed downstairs as I slipped into panties, bra and seamed stockings. I pulled a tight black dress over my underwear and slipped into my heels before attending to my make-up. Still an amateur really I wasn't happy with the results but I also knew if I kept going I would only make things worse. If only someone could help me some time and teach me a few tricks.

I put my blonde wig on, decided against it and changed to my short black wig. I was as ready as I was ever going to be.

I had brought a selection of dresses and underwear with me and holding it I carefully went downstairs.

He was down in the front room making final adjustments to the lighting. He smiled as I stepped into the room and told me I looked pretty. He asked me to turn around for him and I did, my heart in my mouth yet feeling a million dollars. A girl again at last.

We started with a few simple photos. He stood a respectful distance away offering hints and tips as to how I could wist my body, drop my shoulders etc and look a little more feminine.

I was feeling frisky and sexy and so in between shots swayed my body in time to the music he had playing in the background, dancing for him a little, showing him I was comfortable and relaxed. As he took more photos I started to lift the hem of my dress a little to expose the tops of my stockings, and my bottom encased in black lace.

His suggestions got a little more provocative. Bending over for him, pulling my dress up high, staring back over my shoulder towards him. He actually seemed a little flustered and suggested a short break, maybe a quick change of clothing.

In a separate room but in plain sight of him (I had the option to close the door but chose not to) I slipped off my dress and bra and stood only in panties, stockings and heels for a moment trying to look nonchalant, as if deliberating over what to put on next.

I opted for just a corset. Putting it on as well as I could on my own, knowing I would need his help to complete the task. ' Do you mind helping me do it up?'.

He hesitated and then nodded. I turned to allow him access to the ties at the back and felt his fingers on my flesh as he tightened my corset. I could tell he was a little excited as he went quiet and gave it his full attention.

We took a few more photos and then he suggested, 'perhaps I'd like to have some taken in the bedroom, he'd set up a mini studio in there.' I agreed and let him follow my ass upstairs to his bedroom which I'd seen next door to the bathroom I'd changed in earlier. New white satin sheets adorned the bed and I dropped myself onto it without any hesitation, raising my ass up and following his instructions as he took more pictures.

Finally I rolled over and coyly played with myself a little beneath my panties. He softly, breathlessly asked if I would take it out for him. I smiled and pulled my panties down a little to do so. He asked if he could touch it and I nodded shyly. His fingers softly brushing against my hardening flesh, I asked if I could touch his. He kissed me, his beard scratching a little at my face and stood up. He dropped his trousers and took off his shirt and lay back down beside me and kissed me again, deeply.

I felt his manhood in my hand. Stroked it a little, fascinated by how fat and chunky it was. Much meatier and masculine than my own. He was hairy all over and to begin with that only turned me even more. It accentuated how girly and smooth and feminine I felt and made me feel even more submissive towards him. I let his body weigh on me a little as I played with his cock, tasted his tongue in my mouth and felt his hands stroking my soft skin.

I sat up and kissed his cock. He lay back down on the bed as I started to lick and taste him, taking it in my mouth and beginning to suck him off. I straddled him, hoping I would feel his fingers creep into my panties and perhaps gently massage my tight clean hole a little. He didn't disappoint. There was no way this guy was straight. He didn't hesitate for a moment to touch me there.

Suddenly I was all wet there. I was a little shocked and then amazed as I realised he was eating me out. His beard rubbing into my ass cheeks, his tongue licking out my ass. It was gorgeous and I ground myself into his face as I sucked on his fat cock. Note to my next meet - eat my ass and I will be whatever you want me to be for you because any inhibitions will just melt away. It was the most amazing sensation. I could have just selfishly lain on that bed and let him eat me out for days.

Once he'd gotten me all wet he started working his fingers inside of me as I stroked at his cock, moaning softly and enjoying feeling stretched. He asked if I wanted his cock in me and I could only beg, yes please.

I rolled a condom onto his cock and slathered it in lube. I got on all fours for him and felt him behind me pressing the tip of his fat cock against my hole. It hurt as he tried to force it in but I wanted it so badly I let him persevere for a while. It just wasn't working though so I gently pushed him onto his back so I could ride him from above. It still wouldn't go in though and just hurt when I tried too hard. I need someone with a lot of patience I think. Although I probably need to speak up and let someone know they need to be more patient too so I think I'm as much to fault.

I took the condom off and wanked us both off whilst he kissed and fondled me. I wanted him to come for me so badly but it just wasn't happening. I exploded all over us both and licked at my fingers as I continued to try and get him off with my other hand. I let him fuck my thighs for a while.

Sadly he never did come and I worried that perhaps I just wasn't sexy enough for him. In the end all that hair lost its charm but he was a lovely man and I thank him for the day, the photos and for the chance to get up close and personal with another manly cock. They are all so different and I feel like I would love to see so many more!!!

I need to take another day soon. Perhaps towards the start of December. Any offers will be considered!

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.