Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2011 22:25:10 +0000
From: tina foster <tinafosteruk@gmail.com>
Subject: Sissy Slut Tina Waits with Impatience TV/Authority

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Sissy Tina Waits, with Impatience -- Part 3


I'd finished making a coffee when the phone rang and, I'd rushed to answer
it, hoping it would be Graham.

But, it hadn't been Graham though. It had been the dentist; reminding me I
had an appointment coming soon. And boy, I'd been disappointed.

It'd been several weeks since Mike had taken my willing ass. It'd been two
whole weeks since I'd dressed as Tina, the Sissy Slut.

I'd contacted him through Craigslist, when he'd responded to my advert, in
which I'd nigh on begged for cock. And, unknown to me, till he'd finished
using my ass as a cum-dump, he'd brought company. It'd been a much younger
man, just a little older than me, who'd asked for my landline number in the
midst of passion, telling me something like, he wanted to enjoy more of me.

And, albeit it I'd shocked myself at what I'd done, I had given him my home
number, as requested.

Yet, all I'd known of this comparative stranger was his name and, that he
fucked me well, which is really not that much. But, it had been enough for
me, at the moment he'd asked.

The fellow had liked me dressed and, seemed to relish the pleasure he'd
found in using my body, as he wanted. I guess that's why he wanted the
number; I was a ready, compliant fuckhole, for him to use and abuse, if he
chose.

So, I'd tried to please, please him, the other day, by purchasing something
pretty to wear, for him.

I'd gone to a charity shop in Bebington, where I could find something and,
there was little chance of me running into anyone I knew.

And, when the little old woman behind the counter with a purple rinse had
looked at me with a really suspicious sort of stare, I'd smiled sweetly at
her, then said to the woman, "My Master wants me to wear something pretty,
for him"

And, before the woman had died before me, through a fit of apoplexy, I'd
left the shop, giggling somewhat. Oh, I'd felt oh-so naughty,

Yet, in a fashion it'd been true. When I'd be dressed as Tina for a man, I
was truly his. I'd realised this when I had served the fellow in the hotel,
who'd brought a young woman with him. There was no two ways about it; I'd
grown to really appreciate the act of Sissy Submission.

Once home, I had washed and shaved well, then lubed myself well. I had
slipped on a pair of purple panties, worn reversed, my bits being held in
place, the gusset running through my buttocks. Over these I pulled on a
pair of sheer tights, that I'd already cut a strategic hole. This way, I
could be his and, he would have no obvious nothing `in the front', to
distract him.

Then I had slipped on the very slim-fitting blue satin-feel Chinese-style
dress I'd gotten from the charity shop. I'd slipped on a pair of
light-brown ankle-length cowboy boots, for the heel, of a couple of inches,
then looked in the mirror. And, although the image looking back at me
wasn't `convincing', I did like the feel of the clothes on my body and,
with a little lippy and my hair slicked back, I did like the image I
created.

And, the folks were out visiting for the weekend thankfully, so there had
been no-one other than me was around to answer the phone, when it had.

I'd answered it breathless, thankful I'd closed the living-room
curtains. Unfortunately, the kitchen blinds hadn't been drawn down, so that
was done whilst I picked up the receiver and lisped, "Hello, can I help
you?"

I don't know why I'd spoken like that; perhaps it'd been the clothes?
Either way, I'd been pleased I had, as I'd heard that rich strong voice I'd
longed to hear, Graham.

He asked for me by name and, I'd responded; "That's me."

"Ah good," the fellow retorted, "I didn't know if you'd be in, or not..."

And, before Graham could say any more I asked, "Do you want to call round
for your hole?" It was coarsely put; but the point had been made with
humour. I knew what he wanted and, I wanted it as well.

"I rang to see if the off was still on, or not!?! But yes, I am in the
area; if you're free now, that is..."

"Oh, I'm willing and, it is free, to you..." I assured him.

He'd laughed at that.

Then I eased my dress up at the front and ran my left hand over my
nylon-clad inner-thigh's as I added, "I do mean it, I've done this for a
couple of people in the past and charged them. Oh, not a lot... But, I'd
liked the idea of being a man's whore and being paid for..."

"Something I'd do for free anyway..." And, this time we both laughed.

Finally we stopped and, he said to me, "You really are a slut, aren't you?"

We'd both laughed at that, long and hard.

Finally we both fell quiet and then Graham asked me, "So you're free now
then?"

"I thought I'd said that," I retorted, "in my own kinda way..."

"And you want me, to call round...?" He teased.

"Oh yes," I replied, "I want you to cum... round..."

And, as he spoke I could almost imagine Graham smiling, "Funny you should
say that..." I drew breath, hard in my panties, already anxious with
desire: "I'll be there soon if you want me there..."

"Oh yessir..." I answered, switching quickly into my submissive mode.

"'Yessir', I like that..." he murmured.

And, in a quiet voice I lisped, "Will you play with my nipples, as you fuck
me Sir?"

I could imagine him gulping hard at the non-too subtle nature of my
question.

Suddenly his voice got harder, as he announced, "I'll be about ten
minutes."

"Yessir," I responded, "I look forward, to seeing you... and, I'll leave
the backdoor unlocked and..."

"I'll lock it, after I enter. I know... See you, soon..."

I was still feeling quite incredulous, to say the very least. After all,
what were the chances of him phoning, when I'd decided to try on my new
outfit?

And, I didn't have long until Graham would be arrived, so had to be fast.

I'd entered the kitchen, without drawing the living-room curtains, so did
so as I'd pegged it through to my room.

Placing a towel down, I placed a tube of lube on the bedside cabinet, next
to my cup of cold coffee, then put my poppers next to it, `just in case.'

I should have thought of condoms, I know: `but I wanted flesh-on flesh', I
thought with a quiet smile, as I lay down and used the poppers myself.

And as the euphoric buzz swept through my head, I began to caress my legs,
with my right hands, as I sucked my thumb, wondering what it might have
been like to satisfy Graham with my mouth, as his friend had fucked me.  I
eased the hem up as I continued to suck, pulled the gusset aside, them slid
two fingers straight inside my needy ass-pussy and, contracting my inner
muscles against my fingers, I moaned.

"Oh yes," I heard from behind me.

`Oh boy, that was fast..." I thought, as I felt Graham's hand on my left
inner-thigh.

`Perhaps he's as eager as me?' I mused, hoping that he was, as his hand
moved up, to the hole, in my tights.

"The slut prepared for my visit..." Graham muttered, as his hand drew away
a moment and, he picked up the tube of lube.

And, his fingers returned to my body as I reached up for the little brown
bottle again.  Inhaling hard, I got harder still inside my panties, as his
fingers entered me; two of them, long and enquiring, as they reached places
inside that caused me to moan, with pleasure. Then a third and fourth
joined, from his left hand.

He was widening me, preparing me with well-lubed fingers.

Smiling, his lower left hard leaning on my shoulder, Graham restrained my
movement, as I squirmed onto his driving fingers.

And, I groaned with desire, realizing that I would soon flood my panties
with my cream. He must have realised this though. Graham stopped and,
easing his fingers out of my ass-pussy, he whispered to my right ear, "Now
for my turn."

And, he drew his fingers completely out of me, leaving me gaping open,
feeling empty inside. I wanted more.

"Oh that was so-nice..." I told him, reaching for the little brown bottle
once more.  And as I inhaled deeply and felt that sensual rush, I almost
wished I could free my own length; but that wasn't to be. I was there to
satisfy him. My hole his, to use.

It'd been what I'd wanted; to lie there and, be taken and used like
this. What need did I have for what lay between my thighs? My ass-pussy was
his. That was all.

And, turning my head to watch Graham undress, I hoped that soon, he would
fill me, as he had after his friend and, easing two fingers into my still
gaping hole, I hoped to illustrate my need.

His smile told me he understood the invitation, as he approached the bed,
his hardon leaking pre-cum already.

And, I lay there, still slowly fingering myself, as he climbed on the bed.

Graham grasped my wrist and stilled my fuck; then increasing his hold, he
pulled my fingers out and, brought my arm up my back.

"I want to fuck..." He hissed. The fellow hardly needed to insist. I was
his.

He eased my dress well high and, over my buttocks. And, with little
finesse, he parted my buttocks, and eased his length into my hole, filling
me, as I so needed.

"Oh thank you Sir," I sighed with contentment, as Graham began to thrust,
slowly in and out, supporting himself on his arms. And, with my chin
resting on the back of my right hand, I lay there, as his hardon pistoned
in and out of my willing hole.

And, after just ten minutes, or so, his sweat dripped down onto my neck.

He hunched forward, his hands on my hips, as he rabbit-fucked me, his hips
pounding back and forth, the front of his thighs slapping against the back
of mine.

Abruptly he stopped, drew himself out of me, and then turned me onto my
left side, so I was looking down to the wall.

And, as I dwelt on how empty I felt, he pushed my knees to my chin by my
thigh. Then leaning forward he pressed himself deep into my smooth
well-lubed ass-pussy. He was slow and left groaned with pleasure, as he
filled me, again.

"Please Sir... please play with my nipples, please...?" I entreated.

And, as he held my left hip with a tight grip, he found my right nipple
that he twisted hard through my dress, as I squirmed my buttocks against
him.

He thrust into my welcoming hole, kissing my neck and hurting my
nipple-flesh so nicely and, I felt ever-so girly as this real man fucked me
and, fucked me so well.

There'd been little preamble before this and, I'd been so glad I'd answered
the phone; and boy-did it feel so-so good.

I began moaning into the duvet, with delight at each thrust deep into me,
delirious with pleasure, light-headed and, almost euphoric with pleasure,
at being Graham's Sissy-Slut. It was... all I wanted, as he used me.