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Chuck

Penned by: Miss Deborah Leigh Johnson



This was my first meeting with Chuck, and I wanted for everything to
be just perfect. He had given me an idea of when he would be able to
meet me at the Super 8, in Watertown, NY. I made a point of getting
there three hours earlier, so that I would have a lot of time. I know
how much time it takes me to make myself pretty, and I wanted to have
a cushion, just in case he showed up early.

I'd checked in around 9:30 a.m. I'd left home at 5:00 to make sure
that I got here in plenty of time. I was pleased with the room. It was
rather large, two double beds, a good sized television, a love seat,
which I hoped would get a lot of use, with a coffee table in front of
it, and a recliner chair. The room was clean. There was also a large
mirror, beside the bath room door. There was also a small round table
with two stuffed chairs. This would useful to me later on.

I'd lugged my three suitcases in. I had needed three suitcases,
because I just could not decide what I should wear, so I brought
nearly my entire wardrobe, postponing any decisions till later. I was
looking forward to a great day, and a romantic evening.

Judging from Chuck's letters, I gathered that he was quite capable of
being romantic, gentle, caring and very considerate. I hoped I had not
judged him wrongly.

Once I had all my stuff moved into the room, I took a large piece of
paper and wrote the room number on it. The plan was to put the note on
my dashboard so that Chuck could avoid going through the routine of
going to the front desk to get my room number. He would drive around
the lot, find my car, which would be parked close to my room, and be
able to avoid the front desk. I had forgotten that the side doors may
be locked, but I was sure he would be able to figure out what to do.
Chuck was not a dummy after all, not if the way he wrote his letters
was any indication of is intelligence.

I went out to the lot, and placed the sign in the window of my car. I
hoped that he would not have any trouble finding it. Then I went back
into the room, and ran a hot bath. I poured too much scented bubble
bath into it. My only regret was that I was not free to completely
denude myself of hair. 

I soaked in the tub for half an hour, luxuriating in how wonderful the
hot oiled water felt. I loved the way my legs felt when I rubbed them
against each other. It is no wonder that women loved to spend time in
hot baths. This was sheer luxury. Once I was done, I dried off and
then puffed a bit of delicately scented talc all over my body.

I applied my Soft & Dry deodorant, then went into the bed room to
start getting dressed. This would give the time needed for the steam
to disappear from the bath room mirror. I unpacked the suit cases and
hung up everything that I finally decided that I was going to use, and
stowed the rest of it away. I selected out three pairs of panties, and
then I also added the pink sating bloomers with the tons of white lace
on it. I also took out the padded panties that I had ordered from the
Frederick's catalogue that Chuck had sent to me. With these panties, I
pulled out the corset that I had also ordered from the same catalogue.

I chose the light grey two piece business suit that I planned on
wearing most of the time, a blue dress that was covered in tiny pink
and white flowers that I liked, two skirts and two blouses, four pairs
of heels, and the pair of grey winter boots, three pairs of thigh high
support hose, the sheer style, my wig and of course all of my makeup.
I also set up the makeup mirror on the table. 

I also chose to hang up the black satin French Maid's uniform to. I
wondered if Chuck would want to see me in it, as I offered him the
services of a "French" Maid. Just thinking back to the pictures that
he had sent me of himself, masturbating made me start to get hard. I
hoped that he would not be late.


I stored all of the lingerie in my drawers and neatly hung up every
thing else. I had brought a steam iron with me, and I checked to see
what needed pressing. Fortunately, not too much needed pressing. I was
able to quickly dispose of that chore, using a towel on the bath room
counter as an ironing board.

Then I went to work.

Half an hour later, I was satisfied with the way that my face and my
glued on nails looked. My facial skin, with the right kind of makeup
always looked so soft and smooth, I loved the effect. It was one of
the things that Johnny, my regular boy friend, though I did not see
him very often, liked the most about me. He loved touching my face
with his finger tips, because it was so soft and smooth, or so he told
me.

Then it was time to start the ritual of dressing. I laid the corset
out on the bet, face down, and readjusted the laces. I used two laces,
even though one was more than long enough for the corset. One was for
the top half and one was for the bottom half. Once I felt that it was
as tight as I would be able to get it, and still be able to do up the
front busking, I slid my arms through the bra's shoulder straps and
struggled to get the busking done up. It was a struggle to, but when I
was finished, I was satisfied.

I sat down and worked all three pairs of hose up my legs. The three
pairs did a very effective job of covering my leg hair. I was pleased
with the results. I attached them to the garters of my corset, and
hoped that the garter tabs would not let go. I was not sure how secure
they would be, because of wearing three pairs.

I had a pair of soft rubber breasts. I put them into the bra cups, and
readjusted the shoulder straps. I tugged the corset down as low as I
could get it, Though, like all girls I supposed, I wished that my
waist was tinier, at least I now had a feminine shape. 

I stepped into the padded panties, and pulled them up my legs. They
were a beige colour, and made of a very soft stretchy material. I
liked them. I had cut a hole in the crotch so that my penis could
stick out. I had done this so that Chuck, should he choose to, could
get easy access to me without having to take the padded panties off
me. I had also removed the front pads because I thought that they were
just a wee bit too much padding. The stretchy panties covered the
garters and the tops of my stocking nicely.

I reached down to free my private parts through the hole that I had
cut in the crotch, and then pulled on a pair of white silk panties. I
loved the feel of silk panties on my erection. I did not get real hard
though, as I wanted to save it for Chuck.

I lowered the maroon coloured silk slip down over my head. I loved
this slip. It was a long one, going to about an inch below my knees,
and it was very silk feeling. The bodice and hem were festooned with
delicate lace trimming. I had fallen in love with it when I had seen
in on the hangar in the good will store. What I think that I loved the
most about it was that a real woman had worn it before I had gotten
it. It made me feel somehow more feminine, more connected with
intimate femininity, in a way. I loved that feeling.

I decided to wear my white blouse, I like it. It had a V neck line,
and the collar and the sleeves were trimmed in a three inch wide
ruffle of white material. It was kind of conservative, but it folded
itself nicely around my breasts. I liked the way that it looked. I put
on the skirt of my suit. The skirt was long and loose fitting. It fell
to about my mid calf with a large pleating in the front that went to
about half way up my thighs. I liked it because even if I got a hard
on, the skirt hid it nicely. Then I pulled on the jacket.

I sat at the table again to recheck my makeup. I retouched the lip
stick. My lip stick was a pinkish red colour, as was my nail polish. I
added some gloss to my lower lip. I had read somewhere that adding
gloss to the lower lip made a girl's lips look more pouty, and very
kissable. I hoped so. Personally, I thought that it made my lips look
more like the kind of lips that enjoy sucking a cock. I hoped that
Chuck would think so. I planned on spending a lot of time on my knees
in front of him, and I wanted him to be ready for me at all times.


I then put on my neck lace, which was a nice silver chain of about 22
inches in length, my silver earrings which looked like silver flowers
about an inch and a half wide, with a decorative black stone in the
middle of the design, three thin sliver bracelets on my right wrist,
which tinkled delightfully with my hand movements, and a delicate thin
silver wrist watch on my left wrist. The only thing lest was to spray
on my perfume, and add my wig.

Once my wig was on and brushed the way that I like it, with dainty
bangs falling to my eye brows, I selected the grey three inch heeled
pumps to wear with my suit. Dressed to meet my boy friend at long
last, I went over to the big mirror to check myself. I knew that I
thought that I looked good. I hoped that Chuck would think that I
looked as good as I did. I wanted my looks to really turn him on.

I then set about to set up the camera tripod, and to open all the four
ten packs of film that I had brought. I hoped that forty pictures
would be enough. I wanted to get some pictures of me making love to
Chuck. I hoped that he had worn his uniform, or at least brought it
with him.

I checked my watch. Chuck should be arriving any minute now, if he had
not had any problems. I took the male clothes that I had worn to the
hotel, and I packed them away. I did not want to be reminded for the
next twenty or so hours that I had been born as a male. 

I sat on the love seat to watch some television, as I waited for my
man lover to come, and to take care of me. Over the next half hour, I
retouched my lip stick and gloss three times. I was beginning to
wonder if he was all right. It was a long drive for him, and there
were lots of crazies out on the highways. I was beginning to worry a
bit about his safety.

The light rap on the door really startled me, as I was not expecting
it. I knew, and hoped that it was going to come, but it still startled
me when I heard it. I rose from the love seat, went over the big
mirror again, smoothed out my skirt, touched my bangs lightly, and
then turned to the door. I looked through the peep hole, but all I
could see was a broad back in a dark blue jacket. I knew that this was
the colour of Chuck's uniform. 

The moment of truth had arrived. My heart fluttered in excitement. My
fingers shook a little, as I reached for the door knob, and I turned
it. I hoped all over again the he would really like me in person.

I pulled the door open. Chuck slowly turned around. He was far better
looking in person that he had been in his pictures. He was broad
chested, taller than I, with curly black hair. I felt small and dainty
beside him, and I loved the way it felt. 

His eyes looked me up and down slowly, taking in every detail. When
his eyes got back to mine, I felt like I'd been examined by a
connoisseur of women. He smiled at me. His smile spit his face, and
made him look ever so handsome, at least I thought so. His smile also
let me know in no uncertain terms, that he liked what he had beheld.

I stepped back to bid him to enter. He picked up his over night bag,
and came into the room. I smelled his cologne. It was very nice. As he
walked by me, I had to look up, even in my heels, to see into his
eyes. I closed the door softly.

This was it. if things went well, for the first time in my life, I was
going to wake up in a bed, with a naked man, who had made love to me
all night long. As I watched him move about the room, I knew that I
wanted very mush to see what this man looked like, naked. He certainly
looked attractive to me, dressed in his uniform, as he was.

I watched as he placed the over night bag on the coffee table. He
shrugged out of his jacket, and opened the bag. From it, he pulled out
a bottle of Chardonay. I love Chardonay. I went into the bath room,
and brought out the two plastic cups.

He just smiled at me, and opened the wine. He had also brought a cork
screw to. I was impressed with how well prepared that he was. I walked
over to him, wondering what he thought of his new girl friend. He took
the cups, poured the wine, and toasted me.

"Debi, this is to a beautiful night of romance with a beautiful and
sexy lady."

He certainly knew how to talk his way into my panties, I thought, as I
held my cup for the refill. He noted the camera, and asked if I wanted
to take some pictures of the two of us. I did. Chuck walked over to
the area of the room that had the best light, and I checked in the
viewer to see if I got all of him in the frame. I did, so I set the
timer, and I walked over to stand next to him. Before the camera
flashed, he put his arm around my waist and gently pulled my head down
to rest on his shoulder. 

We checked to see how the shot looked as we drank the second cup of
wine, and liked it so much that we decided to take two more just like
it. I loved how I looked, standing beside this handsome man in
uniform. My cockette twitched excitedly in my panties. He was really
turning me on.

We then decided to take a couple of pictures of us seated on the love
seat. I liked that to. Then, he said we should take on more. I set the
camera and hurried back to sit beside him. Just before the camera
flashed again, He placed an arm around my shoulders and pulled me over
so that the camera recorded me being kissed for the first time by this
man.

I did not get up right away to check to see how the picture turned
out. Chuck had decided that it was time to kiss the lady that he had
been writing to for so long, and gawd alone knew how much I wanted him
to kiss me. I lay back, head in the crook of his right arm, as he
turned to me and smothered my face and neck in little love kisses.

This was the way that I wanted to be treated. I lay back and enjoyed
being the lovee, rather than the lover. I was very pleased that he
thought that I was the kind of woman that he wanted to spend a lot of
time kissing. After about fifteen minutes, I decided to explore a bit.
I reached up and put my arm around his neck, and I clung to him as his
tongue entered my mouth, and I sucked on it really hard. I wanted him
to be really turned on.

He continued to kiss me like that, and his hands began to explore me.
I felt his hands all over my breasts for a long time. Then his hand
went down to the front of my skirt. His hand stopped, right on top of
my erection. It did not move for a long moment, then his fingers began
to lightly explore the shape of it.

"It's a bit bigger than I thought it would be Debi."

I reached down and grasped the front of his pants. He was rock hard. I
fondled it for a long moment, enjoying it. "So is yours Chuck. My, you
are so hard... Do I really turn you on that much?"

"You got it honey. All the way up here, all I could think about was
your letters, where you described how much you wanted to suck my cock
for me. Do you still want to suck me honey?"

"You want me to take care of you right now, so it won't be in the way
for a while?"

"Yeah..."

"Uhhh... Can I take some pictures of it?"

"I got a better idea. You take the camera off the tripod, and I'll
take the pictures, okay?"

I rose and went over to the camera. I was so excited, that I was
amazed that the front of my skirt was not sticking out half a foot. I
unscrewed the camera. By the time that I got it off, I turned around
and found that Chuck had taken his pants and under wear down, and was
sitting there with his knees spread wide apart, and his right hand was
gently caressing his cock.

I smiled to let him know that I really liked what I was seeing. I
looked at his cock. It was as big as I had guessed it to be, which was
a lot bigger than my little cockette. I wanted him to know that I
liked what I saw. I licked my lips, that age old signal to a man from
a woman, that she was ready for him.

Chuck liked it, and pointed to the floor in front of him. I went over,
pulled the coffee table away, and I knelt down between his legs. I
handed him the camera with my left hand, and my right hand grasped his
cock. It was rock hard, and satiny smooth. I felt it pulsing in my
fingers, and I knew that he was very close to ejaculating.

I smiled up at him to let him know that I approved, and I was blinded
by the flash of the camera. He laughed and he apologised for his bad
timing, but he thought that the picture would be great. I hoped so.

I bent down and began to kiss his cock head all over, leaving little
faint traces of my lip stick all over it. Then I began to lick it,
getting it ready to fit into my mouth.

"Oh Debi... You are such a fine foxy lady... And you know just exactly
what to do to a guy to..."

I flicked at the glans under the head of his cock to show him that I
really did know what to do, and I was rewarded with a loud sigh of
pleasure. We decided that it would be better if he lay on the love
seat, and had me kneel beside it. It only took seconds for him to
move, and for me to get my first real taste of his cock.

I licked it all over, and lowered my head so that just the head of his
cock was inside of me. I masturbated him like that for a few moments,
as I licked and sucked at the head of his cock for him. Then I slowly
moved my head down a bit till he was half way into my mouth. I
couldn't take him any further in, because I was just starting to gag.

I loved the way that he felt in my mouth, and I lovingly licked the
part of his cock that was inside of my mouth. It did not take him very
long to start cumming, and he ejaculated into my mouth. I locked my
mouth around him, trying not to lose any of his cum, but he had too
much. It spurted out of the corners of my mouth, all over my hand. I
hoped I did not get it on my blouse.

As I raised my head, when he had stopped cumming, he took another
picture. This one showed his cum all over the lower half of my face. I
knew that it was a picture that I would look at often, and maybe even
scan to send to some friends of mine to look at to.

Awkwardly, he made his way over to the bath room to clean himself up.
I went to the makeup mirror on the table and repaired my lip stick,
which the cock sucking had completely destroyed. By the time I was
finishing replacing the lip gloss, he came back out to the bed room.

"Well honey, you sure weren't kidding. You really know how to suck a
cock dry."

"Did you really like it Chuck?"

"I loved it." He came over to where I was sitting, bent down and
placed a little kiss on my lips. "Yeah, you can suck my cock anytime
you want to honey. You are really good."

I smiled up at him. "Good, because I want to suck it every time you
even think about getting a hard on for me, okay?"

"Now, let's go out and get a bite to eat..."

A smile split my face when I heard those words. This meant that he
thought I was pretty enough that he wanted to be seen in public with
me. I kissed him, and walked over to coat rack, and removed my three
quarter length down filled pink coat. He came over behind me, and he
held it for me, as I slipped my arms into it. I buttoned it up, lifted
my purse to sling over my left shoulder, and I check it to make sure
that I had the room key in it.

Chuck took my hand and led me out the door. He held my hand as we
walked down the hall way, and out the side door. He said his car was
parked beside mine. When we got there, I went in to my car to remove
the sign from the dash board. Then Chuck opened the passenger door of
his car for me, and I slid in. The cold air had started to work its
way up under my skirt, and I felt the cool silk on my erection, and I
nearly came right there and then.

We drove to the Salmon Run Mall that was about half a mile from the
hotel. I waited in my seat for him to come around and open my door for
me. I reached out to give him my hand to help me from the car. He
pulled me up and into his strong arms, and gave me a long warm kiss.
When he let me go, I looked around. Some women had seen him kissing
me, and they were smiling at me, letting me know that they envied me
in a good natured way. My feminine ego was almost as big now as the
cockette in my panties.

He took my hand and led me into the main door of the mall. I did not
care where we went. I just enjoyed being out in public with a man who
treated me like a lady, a lady that he cared for. I slipped both of my
hands up to his left forearm and he shrugged me off, so that he could
put his left arm around my waist.

We walked through the mall, stopping every once in a while to look
into a ladies clothing store. We came to a Victoria's Secret, and he
insisted on taking me inside. I was so nervous. He promised me that he
would do all of the talking for me. We went in, me trembling in my
high heeled shoes, and he told the sales lady that he wanted to by me
a matching set of lingerie. He told her that I was a size fourteen.

She flitted about, and came back with a set for me. It was all peach
coloured, in soft satin and white lace. It had a bra, French cut
panties, waist nipper with attached garters, camisole and a half slip.
She left it with me, and she walked over to see another customer who
had entered right after us. It was lovely, and I nearly swooned when I
felt the soft material. 

"Do you like this outfit, Debi?"

"I love it."

"Good, you can show me what it looks like later." He took the
collection over to the cash register. I stood passively behind him, as
I watched him sign the credit card purchase order. The saleslady
smiled at me as she put the lingerie into a bag that was clearly
advertising the store name, so that everyone who saw me would know
that I had bought some lingerie.

I hugged Chuck. He had made me very happy. We walked around for
another half hour or so, till me ended up in front of a store called
Working Co-ordinates. It was a discount store that sold nice clothes
for the working woman. He insisted that we go into it, just to see
what kinds of things they sold here.

I went with him, still scared of being detected for being a man in
women's clothes, but he kept telling me not to worry about it, because
no one in their right mind would think that I was not a woman. I just
had to be careful not to talk.

We came across a burgundy coloured four piece suit. It had a single
breasted jacket that had brass buttons down the front with a darker
coloured satin piping on the collar, a matching skirt with a brass
chain that hung across the front of the high waisted skirt. The skirt
would go down to the knee. There was a vest with three small brass
buttons, and a pair of slacks. With the outfit, there was a pink long
sleeved silk blouse with a burgundy man styled tie. The collar of the
blouse had a lace trim on it. It was a very pretty suit.

Chuck asked me if I liked it. I had fallen in love with it. I looked
at the price tag. It was nearly a hundred dollars, but I liked it so
much that I decided to buy it. Chuck insisted that I let him buy it
for me. I felt good in one way, but I also did not want him to spend a
lot of money on me. But, he insisted that he buy it for me. I promised
that I was going to give him a fine reward when we got back to the
hotel room. He grinned foolishly, and said that was okay with him.

Then we made out way to a restaurant. Chuck ordered a club sandwich
and a glass of white wine for me. That was good. He ordered ribs and
chicken legs for himself, with two beers. We sat beside each other as
we talked quietly. I kept telling him over and over again how nice he
was making me feel, and how much I loved the clothes that he had
bought for me.

He smiled, rubbed his hand over the front of my skirt, further
exciting the very hard cockette, and told me that he would take it all
out in trade. I smiled and assured him that it was very agreeable with
me if he did that. When no one was around, I slipped my hand down to
the front of his pants, and I was pleased to find that he had another
raging hard on for me. I gently rubbed it through his pants, making
him moan softly. In fact, I did not see the waitress coming back to
our table, so I was startled when she spoke. I knew from the way she
smiled, that she knew what I was doing to my man. I blushed. I loved
being so associated with the feminine gender. I almost soiled my
panties as Chuck told her that we were fine, that we did not need
anything else, and he handed her enough money to take care of the
bill.

I wanted to go back to the hotel room, and I let him know that. Chuck
smiled, and decided not to argue with me.

We went back to the hotel room. He asked me if I wanted to change into
my new clothes to see how they fit me, and he told me that he would go
and look for a store to buy some more wine for us. I reached up to
kiss him. I asked him to hurry back, because I was a lady who needed
some attending to. His smack on the bum as he went out the door was a
nice promise to me.

I changed into the new lingerie, absolutely delighted with it. It was
luxurious, and I liked especially knowing the why and how of how I had
gotten it. I hoped that he would like me in it. I then removed the
tags and put on the suit, choosing to wear the skirt, so that he could
get at me easier. I did try on the pants, and I found that they fit me
very well. The suit was kind of a mannish cut, and I thought that I
might even get away with wearing it as a man's suit, if it were not
for the brass buttons. I loved it.

I dressed and redid my makeup. then I hurried up and waited for my
lover to return, to make me his woman. The only shoes that I had that
might look good with the suit was a pair of dark brown heels. I
slipped my feet into them, and I was pleased with how good that they
did look.

I did not wait a long time. When I opened the door, Chuck's eyes
widened in a pleased expression as I pirouetted in front of him, to
show off my new suit. I had even put baggies full of water inside of
my rubber breasts, so that they would bounce and jiggle a bit more
like real breasts would. I felt wonderfully womanly, and sexy. The
skirt of the suit did not hide my erection as well as the grey skirt
did, and Chuck's eyes lighted on the bulge. He licked his lips, and he
smiled at me. He liked knowing that he turned me on.

We had a glass of wine on the love seat. Then, suddenly, before I even
could guess at what he was thinking, he'd pulled me across his lap,
pushed my skirt up, and started to spank my pantied bum. He did not
want to hurt me, but he did spank me just hard enough to make it sting
a bit. He smacked me about five times.

I asked him why he had spanked me, and he told me that it was because
sometimes I was such a cock tease, like in all of the letters that I
had sent him. He then told me that he wanted me to pose for some
pictures, across his knees. I told him that it was okay. I got up, set
the timer on the camera, and went back to lay across his knees. He
wanted two pictures, so that he could take one home. While we were
posing, he did spank me some more. I felt his cock pushing up into my
belly, and I knew that he liked spanking me.

He let me up so that I could repair my lip stick again. When I was
done, he turned on the stereo, found some easy listening music, and
asked me to dance with him. I put my arms up around his neck, lay my
head on his chest, and I felt his cock moving against my tummy as we
danced. His hand went down to caress my bum, and up under my jacket to
caress my back, covered in the pink silk of the blouse.

I knit my fingers behind his neck, and I enjoyed the feel of his
strong masculine body moving close to me. I felt his erection as he
gently rocked his hips up and down, over my belly. After a few long
minutes of dancing like this, I looked up at him, and asked him if he
wanted another blow job then.

He told me that what he wanted was to feel my nyloned feet on his
cock. I smiled and told him that I could do that for him. We sat again
on the love seat, one at each end. I watched as he undid his pants and
pushed down his underwear, before he sat down. He sat, half turned to
face me. I kicked my heels off and put my feet up on his lap. From the
look on his face, he was in ecstasy. He gently caressed my feet in a
loving fashion, as I ran my stocking feet over his erection. I did
this for about twenty minutes, but it got to be too much temptation
for me.

I sat up, and asked him to come and stand in front of me. He did, his
legs spread apart so that my knees were together between his legs. His
cock was lightly brushing my face, and I held it steady, to rub it
over my cheeks. Then I planted some little loving kisses all over the
head of it, and opened my mouth to receive him.

I was glad that he had kept his promise to not touch my head whenever
I sucked his cock. I loved knowing that I was sucking it, for the
pleasure of it, and that I was not being forced to suck it. I slowly
drew my head back, then enjoyed the feel of his shaft as it moved over
my lips again, as I drew him back into me. 

I knew that this time it was going to take him longer to cum. That was
okay with me. I wanted him to last, so that I could suck him for a
long time. I loved the sense of womanliness that washed over me, as I
sat there in my women's clothes, and made love to my man lover.

I sucked his cock like that for a good fifteen minutes, very slowly,
enjoying every second of it. Chuck moaned and continually complimented
me on how good a cock sucker I was, as I made love to his erection for
him. I relished the sense of complete effemination that washed over me
again and again. This was doing what real women do, and I was getting
to do it to a man who treated me like I was his real woman.

I loved the way his cock moved into and out of my mouth, very slowly.
I loved the feel of his hairy balls in my hand. I loved knowing that I
was the woman. I was not wearing the pants in this couple. I was
wearing the panties. At last, I could feel him begin to tense up. He
grew bigger in my mouth. He moaned out about how much he loved me, and
how he wanted to give me anything that I wanted. Then I sucked his
orgasm out of him. 

He did not cum nearly as much as he had before, and I was able to keep
it all in my mouth, till he was done. I felt the thick hot salty stuff
on my tongue. I liked it. I liked the taste. I liked knowing where it
had come from. I liked knowing that I had used my lips and tongue to
draw it out of him.

Chuck nearly collapsed when I finally let his cock pop out of my lips.
He slowly, as though he were very tired, went over to the bed and
undressed. When he had lain down, I went over and lay beside him,
taken up in his strong arm in a gentle loving embrace. 

We lay like two spent lovers for a long time, while he regained his
energy level. Then he rolled over and lay on top of me. He lay there
and kissed me for a long time. I loved the feel of the man's weight on
top of me. Ever so slowly, he kissed his way down to my feet. He spent
a very long time kissing my feet, sucking my toes through my nylons,
and ever so slowly he worked his kisses up my legs, then up under my
skirt. Soon I felt the cooler air as he pushed my skirt up.

I loved to lie there passively, while a man was exploring under my
skirt. I felt his big strong fingers gently caress my thighs, and the
front of my panties, driving me nearly crazy. Then me lowered my
panties for me. I felt his fingers begin to explore between my legs,
where my vagina would have been if I had one, and I bucked up into the
air, loving the way his fingers were making me feel.

Chuck noted how much I loved having him touch me there. Then, while I
felt his fingers pressing up into me between my legs, I also felt his
hot moist mouth come down over my cockette. I went nearly ballistic,
it felt so wonderful to have this man making love to me in this
fashion.

He made me feel so small and feminine. I moaned, and he knew that I
was not able to stop myself from cumming. He pushed harder with his
fingers, and he sucked harder on me. I nearly screamed as I orgasmed.
It was a wonderful orgasm, and seemed to go on for a long time. 

When at last he was finished sucking me, he pulled my panties back up,
lowered my skirt and lay down beside me. He started talking to me, as
he kissed me and embraced me. I felt completely spent, totally
emotionally drained, as though I were floating on a pink cloud, as I
enjoyed the feel of his strong arms around me. He'd made me give him
everything that I had.

I lovingly kissed him back. I was amazed to find that he was even
getting hard again. I did not know where he got it all from, but I
sort of felt a lot of flattery that it was with me that he was
performing so well. I reached down and gently massaged his cock again.
I knew he was not ready to cum again, but it felt so nice to just lay
there, playing with his semi erect penis. I felt like a loving girl.

Chuck told me in soft words how much he loved me, and how much I had
made him feel complete. He told me that it was the first time that he
had ever sucked a cock, and even though he was sucking a cock, he had
felt like he was making love to a woman. I kissed him and told him
that he made me feel very much like a woman.

He then told me that all the women that he knew, got fucked by guys.

He knew that I was small, and that I was a sissy who was terrified of
pain. He looked me into my eyes, and asked me if I wanted to become
his woman, completely.

I kissed him, and I told him that if he wanted to fuck me, that I
would like to get fucked by him, if he was very gentle with me.

He told me that he was going to treat me like a fragile flower,
because in his mind, I was all woman to him. He went over to his over
night bag, and pulled out a tube of  KY lubricant. I had read about it
of course, but I had never had it used on me.

He told me to roll over onto my tummy. I did as he told me to. I felt
his puling my skirt up and piling it on the small of my back. Then I
felt him lower my panties to about mid thigh. I liked the padded
panties, but he insisted on lowering them as well.

Once I was nakedly exposed to him, his fingers gently explored my bum
cheeks. I loved it. His fingers began to move between the bum cheeks,
and he told me that I had a pretty bum. Then I felt something cold
being applied to my anus. Very slowly, thought it hurt a bit at first,
Chuck worked his finger inside of me, then moved it in and out slowly.
I knew that I was getting finger fucked, and I liked it. I tried to
relax. It was uncomfortable at first, but as he was so gentle, it
become rather pleasurable.

After what seemed like a long time, I felt him inserting two fingers.
He was so gentle that I hardly noticed the pain of being expanded so
much more by the second finger. He fucked me like that for a while,
till he felt I would be ready for the third finger. By this time, it
seemed that all the senses of my effeminated body were focused in my
bum.

After a few minutes, I found that I was relaxed enough that I started
to push back at his fingers, whenever I felt them start to enter me.
He laughed at me when he saw that, and told me that it was just so
like a woman. Then, he lay on top of me. I felt him kissing my cheeks
and the sides of my neck. I knew that he had opened me wide enough to
receive him.

Then I felt the head of his cock as it pressed at my pussy lips. It
hurt for a moment, then the head of it was inside of me. I had never
felt so full before. I was tense. I had never been fucked before, and
I felt like this man had somehow been able to invade my psyche, as he
entered my body. I was vulnerable.

He was so very slow and gentle with me, as he repeated how nice and
tight my pussy was, and how much he loved fucking me, making a real
woman out of me. I lay there, every nerve ending aware that I was
getting fucked like a woman, and that I was the woman the was getting
herself fucked.

Slowly, I began to be able to relax. As I did so, Chuck began to move
back and forth, very slowly, all the while telling me how nice my
pussy felt on his cock. As he rocked, he would enter me just a wee bit
more as he went forward. Then, surprising me, he would pull back a
bit, which left me feeling empty. This really surprised me.

After a long gentle time, Chuck had his cock all the way into me, and
I knew what it felt like to be impaled.

It was a wonderfully vulnerable unprotected feeling. I had a man's
cock inside of me, and I was his lady. I felt it moving all the way
in, then almost all the way back out. I hoped that he was not any
where near ready to cum again. I liked being fucked, and I wanted to
have him in me for a long time. I had never felt so completely
womanly, and I wanted to feel it for a very long time. Chuck was my
man lover, making a woman out of me for himself.

He did fuck me for a very long time. He said that I felt so good that
he did not want to get out of me. I moaned and soon found that  I was
pushing up to take more of him into me. I moaned out that I loved the
way he was fucking me, and asked him to fuck me harder.

Chuck obliged, and he was soon ready to cum. I felt him swell up
inside of me, and then I felt his throbbing. As I felt his letting go
of his cum, fucking me as he was, I came in my panties again. I felt
such a wonderful feeling of release as I knew that my orgasm was
because the man was cumming inside of me, the same way he had cum
inside of other girls before me.

Yes, I knew that Chuck was going to be able to fuck me whenever he
wanted to fuck me that night. I just hoped that he would stop long
enough to take some more pictures of it happening to me.

Bye for now, Master Chuck.

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