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So I never wear tights – always seamed stockings, generally with a Cuban heel. I’m also crazy about garter belts with multiple straps, the more, the better. Heels – no less than six inches. A corset – as tight as I can make it. Big tits – the best and most convincing I can afford. A wig of real hair. Hermes for perfume. Then I’m no mean actor. I move in a feminine way, I change and colour my voice. I like to present myself as classy and sophisticated and then perform like a whore. Twenty years ago I was a bloke in drag. I had the advantages of youth but no experience. These days I’m a sexy MILF with a little extra when the package is opened.
So, gagging for sex on a free Saturday, I logged on to the usual sites. And right away, PING. My experience is that it’s rare to set up a date for the future that ends in a meeting- even if the future meeting is only a few hours away. All guys are ruled by their cocks and a tgirl’s best chance of getting laid is to play on a guy’s immediate needs. Strike while the iron is hot. His libido is eating away at him, the wife’s temporarily absent…it’s generally now or never.
But you take what you can get – he couldn’t be free until the afternoon. Meanwhile I am touting for instant business but it’s quiet and I am having no success. Saturdays generally are quiet. Straight guys tend to have family duties; they are shopping with the wife and kids. So I accepted that beggars can’t be choosers. There was little on his profile, no photo, not even of his cock. Guys tend to be very proud of their cock and somehow think a picture of it strutting its stuff and forcefully erect is all that’s needed to turn on women and tgirls. We live in an age of romance…
Now although I DO indeed love cock, what it looks like or what size it is doesn’t bother me. It’s what he does with it that matters. And that you can’t know unless you meet. The upshot is that, with very little discussion, a meeting was set for that afternoon at 4pm, with me hoping for the best.
At 3.30 pm he canceled. Damn. But five minutes later, in comes a message – ‘Do you want to suck my thick cock off?’
‘Sure. When?’
‘Right now. That’s all it’ll be though.’
‘Fine. Here’s the directions…’
‘I’ll be there in ten. Just be slutty, ok?’
I was already in my usual black lingerie, corset, stockings, and the rest in preparation for Mr Noshow. So I slipped into a classy little lacy black dress and the guy shows up and I let him in. He’s ok. Late thirties. A little overweight but masculine. I make a bit of small talk as we move to the bedroom. He interrupts me to say –
‘Don’t you remember? I was here six weeks ago.’
No, I don’t remember. I cannot for the life of me remember that or him. I say of course I remember him but no time is wasted and in a matter of seconds his trousers are at his ankles and his cock in my mouth. I give him my best though I can tell he’s over-excited. I try to delay him by moving to his balls but, if anything, this drives him more wild so I quickly take his cock deep down my throat and he shoots. Two minutes later he’s gone.
I love sessions like that. No pretensions, just the basics. Plus, it has the effect of making me feel like a whore. Which turns me on.
And so…
The trouble with taking a load is that one is never enough and I’m back on the site and there’s a message waiting from five minutes earlier from a big lad of twenty-four whom I do remember having seen before.
‘Some cunts and time wasters here. I’ve only got twenty minutes. You free by any chance?’
He likes to be dominated. Unfortunately, so do I. And generally I won’t go down that road, turning dominatrix. I know myself and what I like and so I tend to hold out for meeting a truly dominant guy who likes to take control. But I have seen this lad a few times before and I have the gear and, seduced by his youth and his innocence and energy and excitement I’m prepared to give him something of what I enjoy and two minutes after he arrives I buckle a leather collar round his neck and fasten a leather hood over his head and order him around a bit. However, despite being ostensibly the Top, I’m not going to let that stand in my way and after a bit of role play, I’m on my knees with his cock in my mouth and an eye on the time, pacing him so that he’ll get maximum pleasure before he heads to work and by giving him a great blow job, driving out of my mind any idea of him blowing me as my slave. No doubt he is on a similar fantasy. We are slaves together. Though I am his Mistress and he is my Master. And when he shoots – which he soon does – the load is huge and thick and creamy. That’s youth! We have a quick chat about how the site is full of phonies and he leaves.
I’m eager for more and I am immediately back on the site where I get into a chat with a newbie to the world of tvs which leads to a little cam session where I tease and tantalise and make a date for 8pm, not expecting ever to see him. A message comes in on Viber from a very handsome guy in Glasgow – I talk to him from time to time. And we do a quick cam session and he shoots his load and all I can do is lick my lips. But he books me for a longer session later tonight when the wife’s in bed.
I refresh my makeup, put on a CB 3000 chastity device and have a glass of wine.
The newbie, amazingly, turns up, having driven fifty miles for the meeting. And I have to go slow with him. He wants a chat before any action and, in any case, he’s shy and not sure how to proceed. I am sure how I want to proceed and I’m getting him turned on and he is beginning to stroke my stockinged legs when the doorbell rings.
It’s a regular of mine who often calls in if he is passing. I stick him in front of the tv with some porn and hurry back to Mr. Shy who is now really disconcerted by someone showing up. I try to persuade him into a threesome but to no avail. I decide the best thing is to get him to cum quickly and throw him out so I lead him to the bedroom and get to work. I’m so busy with sucking him and rimming him and licking his balls that when I finally come up for air, there’s Mr. Regular stroking his cock and Mr. Shy not minding at all. So I get my threesome after all, moving from one cock to another. Mr. Regular knows exactly the buttons to push with me and he is soon verbally abusing me and reminding me what a cheap slut I am. I hope Mr. Shy is taking notes. Soon, I am finally eagerly swallowing down two loads, one after the other.
Mr. Regular leaves and Mr.Shy relaxes a bit as I take the opportunity to set out some propoganda on behalf of trannies everywhere as to how we really do give the best blowjobs. This has the effect of re-energising him and soon he’s getting not only his stamina back, but a strong degree of confidence and that selfish attitude of the dominant male that I love so much – ‘yeah, take it all the way down your throat, you bitch, you slut, fucking whore. Fucking gag on it, you cunt’. And he really has staying power as, by the time he shoots his load, I am pretty tired. He leaves soon after, over three hours since he had arrived.
I had kept Mr. Glasgow waiting so quickly went on cam and teased and seduced and posed and did my best to drive him wild. He tells me over and over that I am the sexiest woman he ever knew, which is what every tgirl longs to hear. He talks to me as if I am totally a genetic female. I never want to be one. I’ll fantasise endlessly about the op, implants, the lot and I’ll tell a guy it’s what I really, really want, but I know I will never do it. I do all that now and he swears he will leave his wife and marry me, that I can pass as a woman and I’ll be his wife in the eyes of the world. Yeah, I get into that too even while knowing I will never cook and clean for anyone. But I get off on the idea of being a Stepford wife and passing as a woman for ever. And as we toss these ideas back and forth, the buildup is terrific and we shoot at the same time, making me think that maybe I’d be a great wife for him after all.
He’s sweet enough to stay online and continue the fantasy, saying he has to fuck me for real, won’t I come to visit, he will pay for the hotel… He wants to talk all night, and maybe have another orgasm. But I am really tired now and say my good nights. Only then do I realise that I haven’t been fucked which has the effect of leaving me thinking that a fuck after these lovely blow jobs would have rounded off an interesting journey from 4pm until 2am very nicely.
And so to bed.
