Date: Mon, 9 Oct 2023 20:05:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ben Johnson <salvete1300@yahoo.com>
Subject: Being a Dutiful Sissy Husband - Part 6 (Bisexual/Authoritarian)

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Being a Dutiful Sissy Husband – Part 6

"I still can't believe you like sucking cock.  Amazing."  My wife, wearing
only her robe, walked over to the bar and made herself a gin & tonic.  "I
am still angry... and disappointed... and I still feel betrayed.  But, to
be honest, I am also jealous.  How many guys have you been with?"

"Do you want the total?  Or do you want to continue to hear about my
encounters?"  I replied.

"Oh, no.  I want to be surprised.  Do you even know your bodycount?"  Ann
asked, kind of sarcastically but mostly, to my surprise, excitedly.

"Honestly, no.  I am happy to recount my activities as it will help me put
this in perspective, as well."

Ann took her drink into the living room area and sat on the couch.  She
took a long drink of her cocktail, took a breath, and said, "Okay, the last
story was you dressing up in drag getting face fucked by this Paul fellow.
What's next?"

I went over to the bar and poured a glass of bourbon, drank it down, and
joined Ann on the couch.  I then disclosed what I remembered next.  It had
been a very busy nine months.  I went from never having any extramarital
activity in my 20 years of marriage to becoming a wanton sissy slut. After
my last encounter with Paul, we were not able to get together for a period
due to our schedules. Part of the problem was my work. I was travelling a
lot and was not available. However, since I was out of town, I thought it
might give me a chance for some additional playtime.

With the existing clothes I had acquired along with the make-up, I had a
nice bundle of goodies to play with. Before my next trip out of town, I
purchased some additional items and jewelry on Amazon and had them shipped
to an Amazon Locker near my hotel. How convenient! Anyway, I got myself a
dress, pantyhose, earrings, and a choker. I also remembered to buy make-up
remover and I was ready to go. After a long day of travel and work, I
looked forward to getting femme on my first night. My make-up application
went much better than my first time, but I still had a long way to go. Eyes
are tough. Kudos to the ladies that have mastered liner and eye shadow. In
my room, all made-up, I was soooo horny. I really wanted to suck a cock.

I tried my usual Reddit personals but Miami just doesn't have the same type
of activity as Chicago. I did not want to try Grindr again, so I decided to
give Doublelist a shot. Doublelist is a website that allows you to post
personals.  I had perused it previously but had never made a post.  It was
a very frustrating evening as it took forever for my posting to be
published. I am not sure what the moderation process is, but I ended up
going to bed irritated and horny. The next day, I was happy to see that my
post was finally up:

`Married dude with a submissive bi side. In town for the night and able to
host. I am clean, DDF and expect same. 6'2" 185 in good shape and want to
have some fun.'

Over the course of the day, I received about a half dozen responses and I
was quickly able to narrow them down to two. One was a white dude that was
not very experienced and the other was from a black dude that was looking
for a submissive. Either one would have been okay but my kinky side favored
the black dude and we traded messages throughout the day. I wanted to make
sure he was clean and needed to confirm the time we could meet. We then
traded pics and after we were both okay with each other we talked about
timing. I had a dinner party after work and asked if we could meet at
9:30. The rest of the day I had a hard time concentrating as I was only
able to think about my pending hook-up. Dinner was a long-winded affair
that I thought would never end. Finally, at about 8:45, I was able to make
my exit and I headed back to the hotel.

I anxiously awaited my... I don't even know what to call him. We never
exchanged names and we were just texting each other on Kik. Just thinking
about the anonymity got me turned on. The thought of servicing a complete
stranger continues to be extremely arousing for me. At about 9:15, he
texted me to confirm my availability and to get my room number. I gave it
to him. The next message I got really stopped me in my tracks. He told me
to be completely naked on the bed – with the door to the room open. My
dick was rock hard at the thought of leaving my door open. I proceeded to
get undressed and then I opened the door and slowly let it close without
latching. I then laid down and hoped that no one else would decide to walk
in. A little after 9:30, the door to my room opened up and in walked this
older black dude. When he saw me on the bed, he just smiled and started to
undress. He was about 6' tall with very broad shoulders. While he was a
little overweight, he still looked very athletic. His head was completely
shaved but he had a mustache and goatee, both of which were very gray. He
was wearing a t-shirt, shorts and flip flops. Once naked, he climbed into
bed next to me, grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me to him and
started kissing me. He immediately forced his tongue inside my mouth and
started swirling it around with mine. I just melted in his arms. After a
couple of minutes, he directed me to his chest, and I started to nibble and
suck on his nipples. He groaned in appreciation, and I continued to make my
way down to his cock. His cock was normal sized, about six inches with okay
girth but it was very hard and also very curved. The curvature of his dick
made it challenging to get down my throat from between his legs. I
continued to suck on him as I thought about changing my orientation so that
I could get at his meat from a better angle. He had other ideas.

Before I could move from my spot between his legs, he grabbed my head and
shoved it down below his balls, clearly beckoning me to lick his ass. I
eagerly complied and he let out a very satisfying moan. He let go of my
head and started stroking his own cock as he lifted his legs higher to give
me better access to his hole. He urged me to spread his cheeks with my
hands and really get my mouth into his hole. I felt so slutty, it was
amazing. I continued to tongue his asshole getting it soaking wet with my
saliva. In the meantime, he continued to stroke himself all while
continuing to encourage my rimming. After only a few moments he started to
cum and shot his load all over his stomach and chest. I can't lie, I was
disappointed. As much as I enjoyed the submissiveness of licking his
asshole, I really wanted that cum in my mouth. He didn't waste any time as
he got up and asked if he could use the bathroom. He went to the bathroom
to clean himself up and I crawled back up to the top of the bed. He made
small talk as he finished cleaning himself up and dressed. Before I knew
it, he was gone. I looked at my watch, it was 9:42. Fuck! That was it??
Well, that barely scratched the itch of my submissiveness.

I got back on my laptop and started surfing Doublelist to see if I could
find anyone else. Unfortunately, I was not able to make a connection. Miami
is a challenging place. Because the traffic is so bad, people really want
to stay near their neighborhoods. Being near the airport, there weren't
many people looking to make the trip to my room. I ended up just jerking
off thinking about the night's activity. While it was abbreviated, thinking
about rimming that dude was a real turn-on. This was now the third time I
rimmed a guy and I had to admit to myself, I really liked it. You whore, I
thought to myself as I came into the palm of my hand and proceeded to lap
up my own jizz. I settled down for the night and fell asleep with a smile
on my face.

The next morning, I drove to the airport from my flight back home. While I
was at the airport, I was pleasantly surprised to get an e-mail from my
tryst partner. It was a brief message that said, "Last night was awesome,
please keep in touch and contact me on your next trip down." That really
perked up my day. I spent most of the flight daydreaming about rimming that
guy's ass and then I started thinking about rimming other guys' asses. Boy,
my depravity seems to know no end. I got back home and went directly to the
office. Because I had to make that trip, I had assigned a bunch of work to
various folks on my team. They were doing a tremendous job and it looked
like the next day (Friday) was going to be pretty open. On Friday morning,
I started surfing Doublelist to see if there were any local opportunities
available. There were several and I started chatting with some
folks. Before long I had three possibilities lined up. As usual, the
interactions started eliminating the choices and soon I was down to one
option. An older dude in the southwest suburbs was looking to "play" that
afternoon. He seemed like an okay dude and before long we agreed to meet at
his house at 3:00. I was able to complete my work and sneak out a little
early and I headed to his house.

Just after 3, I pulled up to his house and walked up to the door and rang
the doorbell. Almost immediately, the door opened, and I was greeted by
another dude with a goatee and mustache. What's with goatees? This guy,
however, was an older white dude, short – about 5' 8", and very
skinny. I would guess that he was in his mid-fifties. He was wearing only a
t-shirt and a jockstrap. Wow, this will be interesting. He introduced
himself as Danny and he showed me inside and asked me if I was ready to
play. I smiled and said I was, and he showed me upstairs to his
bedroom. Once in his bedroom, he stripped off his t-shirt and jockstrap and
stepped up to me and started kissing me. He smirked and said, "Why do we do
this?" I simply responded, "because it is fun?" He smiled, kissed me again,
this time with an open mouth and our tongues danced together. He started
undressing me and I helped him. Once I was undressed, he started caressing
my cock and I started caressing his. What a cock! His was about seven
inches, cut, with a mammoth mushroom head. It was gorgeous. My mouth
watered at the thought of taking that into my mouth. We continued to kiss
and stroke each other's cocks. I then dropped down on my knees and took
that beautiful dick into my mouth. It tasted wonderful as I bobbed my head
up and down on his meat. Soon I was taking him all the way to the base, and
he was moaning like mad. He stopped me shortly thereafter and told me he
did not want to come so quickly. He then had me get on the bed on my hands
and knees. He then proceeded to start eating out my ass. Ummm, it felt
wonderful. After a couple of minutes, I felt him stick a finger inside
me. And then another. And then another. It felt great. He asked me if I
wanted to get fucked. "Yes, please" was all I could say.

Danny flipped me over onto my back and then said, "Hold on a minute." I
presumed he was going to get a condom. Instead, he brought out a towel,
raised my ass and stuck it under me. "We don't want any messes." He then
proceeded to stick his bulbous head against the crack of my ass and started
pushing. Am I about to get fucked raw? I shouldn't be doing this, I told
myself. What are you thinking? Clearly, I wasn't as I just laid there,
yearning for his hard cock to be inside me. He then spit into his hand and
rubbed it over the head of his cock, lifted my legs and pushed that fuck
meat inside of me. I can't tell you how good it felt. It was fantastic. He
pushed the whole thing inside me and then stopped to let me get used to
it. He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue forcing its way into the back
of my mouth. I just moaned, wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs
around his midsection. While I came to his house dressed as a normal dude,
I never felt more like a sissy than at that moment. He then proceeded to
start fucking me. Boy did he fuck me! Up to that point, I thought Danny was
just a high energy guy. However, as he really started to pound me, I
started thinking that he was on speed. He was going a mile a minute –
and I loved it. His cock in my ass felt great. After about five minutes he
pulled out and turned me over. I had my legs on the ground and was bent
over the bed as he rammed his hard cock back into me. I laid on my stomach,
my arms outstretched and just thought about all of the sissy videos I had
watched of women getting fucked exactly like this. I was in heaven! I was
able to maintain at least some sanity and knew that I couldn't have him cum
inside me. I wasn't willing to take that chance. After some time, I stopped
him and had him pull out. I then dropped to my knees and experienced
another first, ass to mouth. I started sucking and deepthroating his cock
tasting my ass and loving the experience. After a couple of minutes, Danny
stopped me, again telling me that he did not want to come yet. I then had
him get on the bed and crawled between his legs, lifted his legs up and
dropped down and started licking his ass. He let out a moan. He started
stroking his cock and told me how good my mouth felt on his hole. He then
asked me to start squeezing his nipples. "Harder!" he yelled, and I started
squeezing and twisting his nips as hard as I could while my mouth was glued
to his ass and my tongue danced around his hole. He really started
groaning. Remembering what happened in my last encounter, I moved from his
ass and got my mouth back around his cock and sucked him for all I was
worth. Shortly thereafter, he grunted and filled my mouth with his
spunk. It was delicious. God, I love the taste of cum! I continued to suck
him to make sure I got any remaining drops from his gorgeous cock. After a
couple of minutes, he pushed me away, telling me that his cock was
ultra-sensitive. We both started to get dressed. At this point, I was
convinced he was on some sort of amphetamine as he could not stop
talking. I learned about his ex-wife, his current girlfriend, his
girlfriend's son, and even his "other" girlfriend – a former high school
classmate that he sees on the side. I couldn't get a word in edgewise, so I
just kept my mouth shut and continued to get dressed. Once dressed I
started walking toward the door. Danny followed me all the while continuing
to prattle about the various women in his life. I thanked him for the good
time and left.

After getting fucked raw, I decided that I needed to make sure that
everything was good, health wise. I waited 30 days and then anonymously got
a blood/urine screen to confirm I was totally clean. After going to the
lab, I waited on pins and needles for the e-mailed results. While I have
not had that many different partners, there is always a concern when you
meet someone new. Anyway, after a couple of days, I received my
e-mail. Phew, all good – clean as a whistle. I breathed a sigh of
relief. After waiting a month and then getting tested, my libido had gone
dormant, and I wasn't really looking for any action. Instead, I started
pouring my energy into my profile page on Xhamster. After seeing
SissySocial.net get shut down, I wanted to make sure that I was able to
appropriately recount all my encounters for posterity and not worry about
them going away at a moment's notice. In addition, I started sharing some
pics of myself and really started exploring my femme side a little more.

It is interesting, dressing femme had given me a different outlook on
women's mindsets when they get dressed up. I spent a couple of weeks really
enjoying wearing a chastity device, a butt plug, and various woman's
clothes. While I enjoyed the feeling and found the clothing to be quite
erotic, I wasn't looking to get off by wearing them. Does that make sense?
It felt odd to me as well but there was several days that I couldn't wait
to sneak into the basement, put my cock in chastity, put a plug up my ass,
and then relax. When I had the house to myself, I would also put on various
femme clothes that I have. It just felt good to feel sexy but it didn't
mean I wanted sex. I began contemplating this paradox for the next several
weeks. I continued to correspond with my semi-regular BBC, Paul. He went
out of town to visit family in Nashville, but I was sending him some
pictures of some of the new clothes I had purchased. I bought a few things
from Amazon – Calvin Klein thong and bra, breast forms, bodystocking,
and some heels. I had fun taking some pictures and sending them to Paul and
we started talking about when we could get together. Just thinking about
his gorgeous cock woke up my libido and I couldn't wait for a chance to
dress-up for him. Unfortunately, we were not able to get our schedules
lined up for some time and it took a couple of months before we could
hook-up.

At one point, I went back to Doublelist, to see if I could hook-up with
someone. I connected with a couple of people but was never able to make it
work. Instead, I just got hornier and hornier. One day, I was browsing
Reddit. I follow both of my BBC dudes and I like to check their
post/comment history to see if they are looking at anything that might
interest me. Well, my other BBC – the guy whose name I have never
learned, had posted the previous day that he was looking for a guy to suck
him off. Just on a whim, I sent him a message, asking if he was still
looking. After about 30 minutes, I got the one-word response, "Yes." I
messaged back that I would love to help him out and I remembered that I had
met him at a house on the south side of the city and that was only about 30
minutes from my house.

After another period, I got the following message: "What are you into?" I
responded that I would love to suck him off and I reminded him that he and
I had hooked-up previously. Given that his response time usually was about
30 minutes after each of my messages, I decided to get my bike ride in. At
that time, I was riding between an hour to two hours each day, to keep my
girlish figure... I would stop periodically on my ride to see if he had
responded. About half-way through, I received the following response,
"Sounds good, can you host?" My heart sank. Can I host? No way can I
host. I was bummed. I then started thinking about how hot it would be to
suck him off in a car. That is a fantasy I had always had (and now
fulfilled – a couple of times). I sent him a response that I was not
able to host but could we try car play? I continued my ride and by the time
I got home, he sent back the following response, "How about at the hotel
near my work?"

At a hotel? In a public bathroom??? What the hell is that? At first, I was
disappointed but then as I started thinking about it, wow that could be
really hot. Sucking off a BBC in a public bathroom? That would be totally
hot. What was the likelihood of getting caught? I texted him back about how
private the bathrooms were. He responded that there was a bathroom on the
third floor of the hotel and that almost no one uses it. He assured me that
it would be very quiet. I remembered the first time we hooked up. His cock
was fantastic, but he came in just a couple of minutes. His Reddit post
mentioned how "backed up" he was. Well, he probably wouldn't last very
long, would he? Fuck it, I thought, this is another thing to check off the
bucket list – sucking off a guy in a public toilet. Count me in. Let's
do this. I told him I was in, and we worked out the time. I confirmed that
he was still clean, and he asked me where I wanted his cum. I told him that
I always swallow and that sealed the deal. He was on board.

We agreed to meet at 1:45. He would be in the stall and text me that the
coast was clear. I drove in the city and parked my car at about 1:30 in a
parking garage two blocks from the hotel. As I walked toward the hotel, I
stopped at a Walgreen's and picked up some gum to make sure my breath was
okay. I then walked into the hotel. It is a very nice upscale hotel in the
middle of downtown and I asked the first employee I saw where the bathroom
was. He pointed to an area just off of the lounge next to the front desk
and I walked over and entered the bathroom. Whenever I have a new
encounter, I get so excited/nervous that my stomach and digestion get
worked up. Since I had a few minutes, I thought I would check out the lobby
bathroom, relieve myself and make sure everything seemed okay. The
bathrooms are very nice in this hotel. On the first floor, the stall doors
were solid core wood doors that went all the way down to the floor. Inside
the stall, the partitions also were good length, with only about an inch
clearance above the floor. I thought if the 3rd floor bathrooms were like
this, there would be no issues. I relieved myself, washed my hands and went
back into the lobby. Looking at my watch, it was 1:42. I headed to the
escalator.

As I was going up the escalator, I texted my BBC and told him I was
here. Where should I go? He told me that when I reached the second floor,
just keep walking and there would be another escalator to the third
floor. Go up to the third floor, walk straight down the hallway. I would
see a women's bathroom and another hallway that leads to the right. Take
this hallway and when it ends, the entrance to the men's bathroom would be
on my left. He told me that he was about four minutes away. I responded
that I would text him from a stall.

As I reached the top of the escalator, there was a hotel restaurant to my
left, but I could see another escalator down at the end of a long
hallway. I followed his instructions and headed down the hallway, got on
the escalator and went up to the third floor. My heart was racing in
anticipation and the risk of doing this. Wow, this was exciting! I got to
the third floor, followed his instructions to the Lady's bathroom and went
down the hallway until I found the men's bathroom. He was right, this whole
area appeared to be made up of meeting rooms and the place was deserted. I
entered the men's room, and it was built-out almost identically to the
bathroom I used on the first floor. The bathroom had a granite countertop
with three sinks to my right and three urinals to my left. As I continued
walking between them there was another area in the back with three stalls
on one side and two on the other. The stall doors were identical to the
first-floor bathroom, taupe colored, solid core wood doors. I chose the
handicapped stall since it would be a little larger, went inside and sat
down. While I couldn't be certain, there appeared to be nobody else in the
bathroom. The inside of the stall was identical to the bathrooms on the
first floor. He was right, this is really good place to do this.

Sitting on the toilet, I texted my BBC that I found the bathroom and was in
the handicapped stall. He texted back that he was on his way up. I sat on
the toilet and waited. And waited. My heart was racing. I was nervous. I
was excited. I started thinking about the last time I hooked up with this
dude and how beautiful his cock was. This guy is a really good-looking
dude. He is about 5' 8", very handsome, with a magnetic smile. He is a
little overweight but also in good shape. My mouth was watering as I
remembered our first encounter. His cock is about 8" when hard but not too
thick. I was able to easily deepthroat him the last time we met, and I
looked forward to doing it again.

I waited. I am normally a very conservative person and always think about
everything that could go wrong in any situation. As I sat there, I thought
about hotel security or even the police busting in on us. Instead of
wanting to get out of there, I continued to sit there in
anticipation. Damn, this was going to be good. C'mon, let's get this
going. I continued to wait. Where was he? How long have I been waiting? I
looked at my watch, 1:49. Wow, time really slows down when you are pumped
up. After another moment, the door to the bathroom opened. I held my
breath. My cock was semi-hard as I waited in eager anticipation for him to
come to my stall. I heard some noises but couldn't make out what they
were. Was he adjusting his bag/backpack? Why would he need to? What was he
doing? Dammit, let's get this on!

A moment later, the door to my stall opened. I can't describe the feeling
of seeing that door open, it was incredible. You really need to experience
it. Sitting on the toilet, I looked up and saw my BBC, he smiled at me and
quietly entered the stall, turned away, closed the door and locked it. He
then turned back to me and started undoing his pants. He was dressed in a
very tight T-shirt that showed off his well-muscled arms. He was also
wearing jeans and sneakers. He undid his belt, unzipped his pants and
dropped them and his underwear to his knees. I was eye level to his
beautiful cock and I reached out and caressed it. It was at this point that
I realized that I was so nervous that my hands were ice cold as I rubbed
his hardening dick. I removed my hand and placed both of my hands on the
back of his legs and started licking and kissing his cock. His beautiful
dick immediately started getting hard in my mouth. It tasted fantastic!
God, I love sucking dick! Boy, I am a sissy cock sucking fag! I loved the
feeling of that beautiful cock in my mouth. I started sucking and moving my
head up and down on his gorgeous shaft. After about a minute, it was rock
hard and he pulled it out of my mouth and whispered, "I don't want to cum
yet." He started slapping his cock against my cheeks and I just looked up
at him and smiled.

I returned my attention to his cock and started licking and kissing his
shaft. I dropped down to his balls and licked them. I spent about a minute
kissing and nibbling before I put the head of his cock back into my
mouth. When I did, he whispered, "How deep can you take it?" I took that as
my cue and immediately deepthroated him. He moaned as I had my lips pressed
up against his abdomen and I extended my tongue to lick his balls while I
had his whole shaft down my throat. He then put his hands on the back of my
head and started to face fuck me. After only a couple of thrusts he
grunted, "I'm cumming!" I slid my lips back up his shaft so that just the
head was inside my mouth. He started convulsing and I felt his cock twitch
as I started tasting his cum as it filled my mouth his tasty seed.

As he continued to convulse, what happens next? You guessed it, the
bathroom door opens. My normal self would have freaked out, but I was cock
drunk. I just continued to suckle on his cock and began to swallow his
delicious load. A moment later, we both see that someone is trying to open
the door to our stall. Dammit! Why did I choose the handicapped stall?
Everyone likes the bigger stall. You idiot! While that was going through my
mind, I still had his beautiful, twitching cock in my mouth. Then, we both
heard another stall door open, close, and lock. My BBC, smiled at me and
breathed a sigh of relief, all while I still had his magnificent dick in my
mouth. At that point, he wasted no time in zipping up and making his
exit. I waited another minute, composed myself, flushed the toilet, exited
the stall, washed my hands and left the bathroom.

I was so turned on at this point, I made my way back to the first floor and
went back into the lobby bathroom. Inside the stall, I undid my pants and
started jerking off. My cock was so hard as I thought about what I just
did. As I stroked myself, I sent a text to my BBC, thanking him and telling
him to hit me up if he ever wants to have another go. He responded with a
"You bet!" I continued to beat my meat and after a couple of minutes, shot
my load all over my hand. I licked up my cum and once again composed
myself, zipped up, flushed the toilet, exited the stall, washed my hands,
and walked out of the bathroom. I walked through the lobby with no one
being the wiser, exited the hotel and went back to my car. The whole ride
home was a blur as I couldn't stop thinking about this experience. For the
next several days, I felt like such a good little slut for having sucked
off a dude in a public bathroom.

The next week, I got a Kik message from my regular BBC, Paul. He wanted to
know when I was available to come over, dress all gurly, and give him some
personal attention. Given the problems with the wig I purchased (keeping
the hair out of my mouth), my frustrations were chilling my desire to dress
femme. However, I was so amped up after my bathroom encounter, I agreed to
meet Paul the following Wednesday.

On Tuesday night, I was able to sneak a bunch of stuff from my hiding place
in the basement into the trunk of my car without anyone noticing. I went to
work the next morning with a sense of anticipation along with a sense of
dread. How was I going to look all dolled up? I bought a scrunchie for my
wig, how was that going to work? Was I going to be able to keep the hair
out of my mouth? As much as I am turned on by the idea of dressing all
gurly, I have been really self-conscious about it and am constantly
concerned about embarrassing myself. However, as I said previously, Paul
has been great. He has been totally laid back and cool about the whole
thing and seems to want me to genuinely enjoy the dress-up aspect of
this. Knowing all of this, I headed to work with butterflies in my
stomach. I am fortunate that my job allows me flexibility with my time in
the office. I am able to come and go pretty readily and as long as my work
is getting done, nobody gives me any grief.

We agreed to meet at 11:00 at Paul's apartment. I left work a little after
10, knowing that it takes about 45 minutes to get to his place from my
office. On the way, I did stop at a hotel to do a little prep. I went into
a lobby bathroom and inserted my butt plug, put on my chastity cage, and my
Calvin Klein thong panties. I continued to wear my normal boxers (and
pants) over my crotch attire and continued on my way to Paul's house. The
feeling of the butt plug was really getting me juiced up as I approached
his place. Once there, I grabbed my gym bag with all of my stuff, I texted
him, and he came down to let me in.

Once inside, Paul told me to make myself comfortable with anything that I
needed. I excused myself to the bathroom and began to get dressed. I got
out of my suit pants, socks, shoes, French-cuffed dress shirt, and
underwear. All that was left were my thong panties, my butt plug and my
cock cage. I opened up my gym bag and got to work. First up, I put on my
matching Calvin Klein sport bra. I looked at myself in the mirror and shook
with excitement. Next, I pulled out my make-up bag and started applying
make-up. I started with some primer and then added a light amount of
foundation. To that, I added a little blush. I then put on some eye shadow
– just a bit to give my eyes color. I was still not secure in applying
eye shadow, so I tried to just apply a little bit. I was also still not
very good with eye liner, so I skipped that and just applied some
mascara. It is amazing how much pop mascara provides. I looked at myself
again in the mirror and thought I looked pretty good. I then put on my
headband that helps keep my wig secure and then I put the wig on right
afterwards. Since I have to keep the wig in a bag, it gets a little
unwieldy and I spent the next few minutes brushing it out to make it look
presentable. Once I was satisfied with the results, I then put on my
bodystocking, neck choker, and my heels. Last but not least, I applied some
nice pink lip gloss. I checked myself out one last time and I thought I
looked okay. I would never consider myself as passable, but I thought I
looked okay given the circumstances. Well, I thought to myself, let's see
what happens.

I tried my best to sashay in my heels into Paul's living room and tried to
walk as sexily as possible. Paul was in his usual position, naked on his
couch, browsing porn. He looked at me and immediately smiled. "Very nice,
you are coming along nicely in your sissy journey." Paul said. I just
blushed a little bit and sat down on the couch next to him. We talked for a
couple of minutes as I shared with him some of my trials and tribulations
with make-up application. He was very positive and told me to keep working
at it and before long I would no longer have any reason to doubt myself. As
we talked, I would occasionally look down at his hardening cock. Paul's
cock is massive. It is over eight inches long and impossibly thick. My
mouth watered as I kept stealing glances at his beautiful tool.

Eventually, I put my wig hair into my scrunchie, got down on my knees and
crawled between his legs. I reached out and began to caress his dick in my
hands, feeling his warmth. God, I love the feeling of cock! I feel like
such a little slut when I get a chance to caress another man's fuck
stick. His cock hardened under my touch, my mouth watered as I longed to
take it into my mouth. But I thought I would tease Paul a little. Instead
of going right to his dick, I started by kissing his thighs. Light pecks,
at first on the top of his thighs and then moving to the inside of his
thighs, closer and closer to his ever-hardening cock. After only a couple
of moments, I couldn't resist any longer and I kissed the tip of his hard
cock. The combination of the feel, taste, and smell of his manhood was
enough to make me swoon. That contact immediately reaffirmed my
submissiveness and my desire to serve. I slowly started to stroke his shaft
as I continued to nibble around the head. The scrunchie passed the critical
test as my wig hair was not getting in my way. I was free to focus on
Paul's beautiful tool and looked forward to really going to town on his
cock.

Paul groaned in appreciation as he continued to watch porn on his
television. I then took the head into my mouth and started sucking. I also
like to swirl my tongue around the head as I tried to get it as wet as
possible. Little by little, I took more and more of that monster into my
mouth until my nose was pushing into his abdomen. He just groaned as I deep
throated his monster cock. With Paul, I have to be really careful not to
scratch my teeth on his shaft as the girth of his cock is soooo massive. I
slid my mouth back up to the head, swirled my tongue around and slowly
engulfed him again. Paul complimented me, "Jesus, you suck cock better than
any woman I have been with!" I beamed with pride hearing him tell me that
as it just urged me to keep going.

Once his cock was nice and wet, I moved my mouth down to his balls and
suckled on those while I continued to stroke his shaft with my hand. A
couple of times, I started licking and kissing below his balls, hoping that
he would lift his legs up and give me access to his asshole but no dice. He
just doesn't appear to be into rimming. While disappointed, I was unbowed
and I went back up and wrapped my lips around his mammoth tool and
continued to suck. I would alternate between taking his whole cock into my
throat and keeping just the head in my mouth while I stroked him with my
hand. Paul was in no hurry and just let me worship him for about 20
minutes.

Eventually, Paul continued to get worked up and then he stood up, grabbed
the back of my head and forced my mouth all the way down on his cock. I
grabbed his ass cheeks with my hands as I let him fuck my face. What a
feeling! Giving up control and letting him fuck my throat would cause me to
gag as copious amounts of saliva started running down his shaft. After a
couple of minutes, he stopped and sat back down. While we didn't talk about
it, I think he believed he was hurting me given the gagging noises I was
making. In reality, I was loving it! Anyway, I went back to my technique,
and I could tell he was getting close, I started to speed up my
sucking/stroking and he continued to moan and grunt. Eventually, he grabbed
my head and held it still as he started shooting his cum into my mouth. His
cum, as usual, was delicious. I didn't move as I let him fill my mouth with
his tasty jizz. Once he let go of my head, I slid my mouth up to the tip of
his cock, swallowed his cum and continued to suckle the tip for any
remnants of spunk. Paul twitched under my touch and I took my mouth off of
his softening tool to stop torturing his now overly sensitive member. I
stayed between his legs for a few minutes and just gazed lovingly at his
cock. Once it was fully soft, I got up and sat back down on his couch.

We then talked for a while as I asked him if there was anything else he
would like me to do or was there anything else he would like me to wear. We
talked about lingerie for a while, and he gave me a few ideas for my next
purchase. After about 10 minutes, I excused myself and went to the bathroom
to clean-up. I brought make-up remover and was able to clean myself up in
relatively short order. I changed back into my regular clothes, packed my
stuff up and left. Paul escorted me down, we said our goodbyes and I was on
my way back to work, realizing I still had the butt plug in my ass and the
chastity cage on my cock. That made the rest of the afternoon at the office
more interesting.

At that point, I snapped out of my reverie and looked over at Ann.  She had
her robe open and was fingering herself as she listened to me.  "Jesus
Christ!  You are such a whore!  Dammit, I am so turned on by this.  You
suck cock, been fucked, like rimming, and love swallowing cum.  Am I
missing anything?"

I responded, "Well, I do also like interracial hook-ups..."

"Fuckin' slut!"  My wife hissed at me.  "Do you have a lot more to tell
me?"

I blushed.  "Yes." Was all I could muster.