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Mr. Trey

Penned by: Miss Deborah (Debi) Leigh Johnson




One





Well, the day had arrived at long last. I was going to see if he was
who he held himself out to be. I hoped he was all that and more. His
e-mail letters were just ever so romantic, and they really turned me
on. I hoped that he would turn out to be all that he had seemed to be
in his letters.

I had rented a room at a motel. Trey, or Mr. Trey as I had come to
think of him in my mind, was going to be passing through my city on a
business trip. He had arranged things so that he would be able to come
one day early, so that he could meet me. 

He's been to my web page, so he knew what I looked like. He had read
many of my stories, so he knew what I thought like. Now, he wanted me,
and he wanted me as his special lady. I almost melted when I had read
his first letter about how I had made him feel when he'd looked at my
pictures, then read my stories. He told me that I was the lady of his
dreams.

Smitten, as I am sure that he had intended for me to be, I had agreed
to meet with him, on the understanding that there was to be no
pressure to do anything that I did not really want to do with him. He
said that was fine with him. He told me that he wanted his ladies to
make love to him because they liked him and wanted to please him. That
was what turned him on about romance.

As I had planned to, I arrived at the motel room two hours before he
had guesstimated that he would be arriving in town. I knew that he was
a romantic sort, so I had rented a rather expensive room that had a
queen (quite suitable to me) sized waterbed and a large fire place.
There was a nice fire going in the hearth already too.

I took my time, and I luxuriated in the tub, in a wash of scented
bubbles. I was just sorry that I could not completely shave off my
body hair, but I knew how to disguise it at least. I shaved for the
second time that day as I soaked, as the last thing in the world that
I wanted, was for Mr. Trey to feel like he was kissing another man,
when he finally started to kiss me. I wanted to be the lady of his
romantic dreams for him.

I decided to wear the same suit that I had worn the first time that I
had gone to a support group. The people there had really liked it, and
I really liked it too. I'd been seen in public in it, and I felt a
sort of comfort from that. I had never seen another woman wearing one
like it, and it really was quite attractive.

The suit was made of wool, with very pale pink, gray and white
vertical wide stripes, with a long jacket. And I had made the skirt
shorter than it was designed to be, with the hem riding about three
inches above my knees. I had chosen such a short style of skirt
because everyone who has seen me, told me that I had beautiful legs.

Under the jacket, I was going to wear a long sleeved rich silk blouse
that buttoned up the back. It had a high collar of lace trim, and a
froth of delicate lace that fell from under the chin right down to my
skirt waist band. I loved this blouse. It was so soft to wear. It is
very elegant, not to mention, very feminine.

Under the ensemble, I chose to wear a new blue silk slip that was a
light colour, but strong enough of a colour that it could be seen
through my blouse. I hoped that Trey would like it. He had mentioned
that he liked ladies whose lingerie could be seen through their
blouses.

I wore loose fitting panties, for two reasons. One is because I do not
like to bind myself up. When I am excited, I love the way my cockette
feels when it can move inside the soft satin or silk. The other reason
is that I want a man to be able to move me around very easily too, and
I like for him to grind the intimate girl material into the only
boyhood that I have left to me. I love the way that feels.

Then, once those decision were made, I sat down to do my makeup. 

I like white wine, and Trey liked white wine, so I had bought a
bottle. I sipped my first glass as I carefully put my makeup on. I
wanted him to think that I looked good enough that he would want to
take me out into public. I love it when everyone treats me like I am
really a woman, and I love being free to act like a woman acts in
public. Nothing turns me on more than to be a woman, and especially if
I am in public and everyone thinks that I really am a woman, and if I
have a man on my arm, so much the better.

I am only 5' 4" tall, and in my three inch heels, I am 5' 7". Trey
tells me that he is 5' 11", so I know that he is more than adequate to
look like a handsome suitor for me. I hoped that he would really like
how I look in person. I was looking forward to looking up into his
eyes, as he takes me into his arms.

I carefully completed doing my makeup, and then I enjoyed the sensuous
experience of getting dressed in ladies clothes. I wish that men's
clothes could feel so pretty and sensuous to put on. I take that back.
I do not wish that. If they did, I would have to wear them instead,
and I prefer to wear ladies clothes. When I had triple checked myself
for results, and was happy that I had done well, I put on my jewelry
and then settled on gluing on my long pink nails, a perfect match for
the colour of my lip stick. I always left the long nails till last,
otherwise I could not get anything done in them.

When I was all done with my nails, and delighted with the look and
feel of them, I went to the full length mirror. I looked good in my
white silk blouse, pink business suit, black nyloned legs and my shiny
black high heeled shoes. I slung my black purse across my left
shoulder to see if I looked good enough to eat, and I thought that I
did. I hoped that my suitor Mr. Trey would think that I looked good
enough to eat too. I felt like being ravished and devoured.

I turned on the stereo to an easy listening music station. Then I took
a sheet of paper, and in large numbers, I wrote my room number on it
in really dark numbers. I went out side and placed it carefully on the
dash board of my car. That way, when Trey arrived, he would not have
to go to the front desk to find out where I was. He knew what too look
for.

I giggled as I let myself back into the room. I felt kind of giddy. I
knew full well that when Trey saw that note that he would assume that
he had the right to take control of me. I sort of hoped that he would
feel that way, but I did want him to be a gentleman too. I wanted him
to act like he said he would act with me.


Two

I set up the instamatic camera, and made sure that there was a fresh
film cartridge in it. To test the light, I went over and stood facing
the fire place, and took one shot. It was a nice picture that
developed. I knew that if things went the way that I hoped they would,
that I would end up with a couple of really nice pics of me, making it
with a man. I might eve see one of myself in the same spot, only
kneeling, with his cock in my mouth, if things turned out the way that
I hoped that they would.

Nervously, anxious for the time to pass, I sat on the couch and had
another glass of wine. I checked the delicate silver watch on my right
wrist, and knew that Trey could be arriving any minute. I reached for
my purse, and I rechecked my lip stick, deciding to put a little more
gloss on my bottom lip. I had read some place that when a woman put
gloss on her bottom lip, that it made her look like she liked sucking
cocks. Well, I certainly did like to feel a hard cock in my mouth,
that was for sure. I hoped that I looked like the kind of woman who
gave Trey a hard on too.

I also applied freshening of my perfume, a kind of delicate musk scent
that is designed for males or females. I liked it and thought that it
was definitely too delicate a scent for a man, and I applied it
liberally, because it was not a strong scent, though it had been
expensive.

Three minutes later, I heard a light rapping at the door. I was about
to get up, when the door slowly opened.

There he stood. Gawd, he was every bit as beautiful as he said he was.

He was lean and muscular. He had a shock of unruly short brown hair.
And I nearly melted under the gaze of his penetrating brown eyes. He
was also very masculine but not in a macho kind of way. This was a man
who seemed comfortable with his masculinity. I loved that about him.

"Miss Deborah, I presume?"

He entered the room, and his presence seemed to just take control of
the room. I liked him immediately, and I was afraid that I was going
to be putty in his hands. I felt weak kneed, and it was lovely.

I smiled as I stood up. In a soft voice, as I executed a pretty
curtsy, I spoke, hoping that I did not sound like a man. "Mr. Trey? I
am Miss Johnson, at your service."

He came over and stood in front of me. For a long moment he looked me
over carefully, from my head to my feet and back again. He was so slow
and deliberate in his examination that I was terrified that he would
hate me. I felt like a piece of meat on a butcher shelf, and I kind of
liked the way he was making me feel. I felt my erection twitching in
my panties. Oh, he turned me on.

He made his eyes return to my eyes. "You my dear lady, are every bit
as lovely as I thought and hoped that you would be. It is my distinct
pleasure to make your acquaintance."

I nearly melted. I lowered my eyes in a shy blush, and I did notice
that he had a bulge in the front of his pants. Well, you can not argue
with that kind of proof, can you? He meant what he had said.

He reached for my right hand, and lifted it to his lips, as he bent at
the waist. I felt his lips lightly flutter on the back of my hand.
Yes, he was not only good looking, but I had already made up my mind.
I was going to suck his cock as many times as he would ask me too. He
was gorgeous. He was a gentleman. And for today, he was all mine. I
was going to make him fall in love with me.

He sat on the couch and I poured him a glass of wine. He patted the
couch beside him and asked me to sit beside him. I did so, letting my
right thigh rest on his left thigh. He was so big, when I sat this
close to him. I liked it. He wore a nice cologne too.

He made some small talk, assuming that it was his responsibility to
relax me and make me like him. He was smooth, and I really did like
his personality after a few minutes of listening to him talk. I asked
him if he would like to see some of my favorite pictures that I had
downloaded from the internet.

He thought that this was a good idea. I felt his hand lightly caress
my bum as I stood up to go and get the computer ready. I sat it on the
coffee table in front of him.

"Trey, this first set of pics are the pics that I like the most. They
are the kind of poses that I would like to be photographed in. I hope
that you will like them as much as I do."

He smiled as I sat beside him again. These were all pictures of pretty
TGs like me, who were photographed while they were with masculine men.
This set of pics though, in almost every pose, the TG was in a
submissive pose, either sitting or kneeling in front of a man, and
most of the men had their clothes on, while she pleasured him. I had a
total of about forty pics in this group. I checked to make sure the
sound card was turned on too.

I heard the music play as the pictures started to scroll. They all
came together in various ways, and then folded in on each other at the
end of three seconds, then the next picture would start. I put my
hands on his left arm, just below his elbow, and I watched him watch
the pictures as they unfolded before his eyes. I loved these pics the
best because they all showed the TG girl in a submissive pose, with
her boy friend in the dominant pose. In most of them, she was either
fondling or sucking his cock.

I looked down at his crotch. His cock was twitching. I knew that I was
supposed to be a lady, but I let my left hand move over and gently
rest on top of his bulge. He was big, at least seven inches of rock
hardness. I could feel him twitching, and I could feel the heat from
his cock as he responded to me and to the pictures. He liked me. The
proof was under my hand.

When that set of pictures were done, I shut off the machine and told
him that if he wanted to see other pictures later that he could. I
asked him what he wanted to do next. He grinned at me and told me that
the only thing that he could think of doing at that moment, was
feeling my lips on him.

I smiled sweetly to let him know that I was not opposed to that idea.

He stood up and reached for my hand. When he had me standing in front
of him, he put his hands inside of my jacket and pulled me really
tightly against him. I could feel the hardness of his erection on my
tummy, and I felt very flattered to be the reason for it. He obviously
liked me as a woman, and I liked knowing that I had this kind of
effect on this good looking man. I was his lady, and I was going to be
allowed to please him.

Then he kissed me, very lightly at first, so light that I wondered if
his lips had really touched me at all. Then, as I let my arms go up
and around his neck, his lips pressed on mine again, with more
urgency. He was breathing heavily. I lay my head on his chest, and I
could hear his heart beating wildly, as I felt one of his hand going
down to cup my bum cheeks in a most possessive fashion.

I turned my head up to him again, and I received his tongue deep into
my mouth. We kissed like that for a long moment, swaying softly to the
music. I felt him slowly begin to gyrate his pelvis, rubbing his cock
on my tummy.

"Do you want me to suck you off before we go out for dinner, Trey?"

"Well, dear lady, of course I do. The question is this though. Do you
Debi, want to suck my cock for me?"

I smiled as I lowered one hand to the front of his pants and gently
fondled his cock. "Oh yes..."

I stepped back, and I watched as he opened the zipper, and extricated
his cock. I liked that he was not going to undress now, but just take
out his cock. Somehow it just seemed more effeminating to me. I smiled
at him as I watched him slide a condom over his cock. The he put his
hands on his hips.

"Okay lady, time to suck my cock for me."

I smiled shyly up at him, and I reached out to fondle him. He was rock
hard. I had made him that way.

I slowly lowered myself to my knees, enjoying the sense of utter
effemination that was washing over me. I loved doing what real women
do, and Trey was going to let me do it all for him, and for me. When
my knees were on the carpet, I looked up at him from my place of
feminine submission.

He smiled down at me. I saw his lust in his eyes. I also saw just a
tinge of masculine superiority over a feminine being, and it made me
feel wonderfully complete. I reached up at began to lightly masturbate
him with the tips of my fingers, and my fingernails of my right hand.
Then, while I was still looking up into his eyes, I kissed the head of
his cock, and felt the rubberized head on my lips. 

I could tell by his twitching that what he was seeing, was really
turning him on.

I opened my mouth, as I watched his male lust in his eyes, and began
to slowly receive the head of his cock into my mouth. I felt sexier
than I have ever felt before. I felt the head of his cock slowly pass
over the sensitive lips. Then I felt it inside of my mouth, filling
me, pushing my cheeks out. I had Trey's cock in my mouth, and I wanted
him to love me for it.

I locked my lips, enjoying my submissive emotions of utter
effemination, wishing for the millionth time that I was a real girl,
and that I had the right to do this to a man. I drew my head back, and
I closed my eyes to savor the moment. I could not help the moan of
pleasure that issued from my lips, as I felt him moving in my mouth as
I moved my head back and forth. I was his lady for the day, and I was
starting out just the way I liked to start out my days as a woman.

I took him as far into my mouth as I could, and I tried to swallow his
cock. I knew that I would gag first, but I also knew that guys really
liked the way it felt on them, when a girl tried to swallow their
cocks.

"Ohhh... You are the sweetest princess cock sucker that has ever
sucked my cock, Miss Debi. I love the way you are making me feel. You
are a masterful cock sucker honey. I love the way you suck my cock."

I knew that he was not lying, because he started twitching, and I
could feel the end of the condom start to swell up. I gobbled at his
cock, wanting him to enjoy me, as much as I was enjoying sucking his
cock for him. I wanted to make him really cum for me, and I wanted to
suck it all out of him.

I loved being the source of his pleasures like this. I kept sucking
his cock till he started to get limp in my mouth again. I knew that he
was going to let me keep his cock inside of my mouth for as long as I
wanted to, but we also had other things to do for the day as well.
Reluctantly, I took him from my mouth. I wanted to be his woman in
public and I could not do that if I kept his cock in my mouth all day,
could I?



Three

I sat on the edge of the couch and reapplied my lip stick and gloss,
as he went to rid himself of the condom. When he came back, he swept
me up in his arms, kissed me deeply, and he told me that he just knew
that I was going to be a fantastic cock sucker, and I had proved that
he was right about me.

I hung to his neck, happily. I felt my own pantied cockette being
ground against the front of his pants, and I almost considered asking
him to do me right there and then, but it is the role of the lady to
wait for when her man wants to please her. I grinned, and I was
determined to suffer the erection in my panties for a while longer.

Trey took my coat and slipped it up to my shoulders. I slung my purse
over my arm and he put his own coat on. He lead me out the door,
taking the keys and depositing them into his jacket pocket, in a most
masculine and possessive manner, and took my hand and led me over to
the passenger side of his car. 

We drove the few blocks to the largest mall in the city. I was
nervous. Trey picked up on it and asked me what the problem was. I
told him that I did not have very much experience being out in public
as a woman. I told him that being out in public, though I loved it,
always made me kind of nervous.

He grinned and told me that I had nothing to worry about, and even if
I did worry, it was too bad, because he was taking me into the mall
whether I liked it or not. I smiled appreciatively at him. This was
just the kind of man that I needed in my life. I idly wondered what it
would be like to wake up beside him every morning, as his wife.

He told me to wait, and he got out of the car, and came around to open
my door for me. He even offered his hand to help me out. When my skirt
rode up a bit, and he saw the hem of my skirt, his face split in a
wide grin of appreciation.

He took my hand and led me into the mall. I was not really scared, but
not very confident either. I could not help but to keep looking to see
if anyone was looking sideways at me. They weren't. It took me a few
minutes, but I began to relax and enjoy it, as he took me by the hand
and led me to the windows of the ladies stores, and comment on the
dresses, telling me which ones that he thought would look good on me.
I loved hearing a man talk to me that way about pretty dresses.

By the time I had been in the mall for twenty minutes, I knew that no
one recognized me as being a male. I let my fingers relax as I enjoyed
the feel of the strength in his possessive hand. Then his arm went
around my waist, and I was forced to walk in a way that had my hips
bumping on his. I'd often seen girls walking like that. I had envied
them, and wondered what it had felt like. Now I knew. I looked up and
smiled to let him know that I was falling in love with being his lady
for the day.

He took me into the wine store, and he bought some more wine for back
at the room. I stood passively as I waited for him at the cash. Oh how
many times I had seen women doing things like that, and now it was my
turn to do it. I loved every second of it too.

He then took me into a ladies wear store, and he wanted me to try on a
dress, but I was too chicken. He teased me about it for a bit, then he
went over to the clerk, and bought me some pink satin lingerie, the
bra, panties, garter belt, camisole and slip. It was rich to the feel
and it was absolutely feminine. I could not stop myself from reaching
up on my toes and planting a kiss on his cheek, when he handed me the
bag. His arms went around my waist and he claimed me as his woman, for
all who could see us. I sighed as I relished being his lady.

We made our way into the restaurant. He ordered a hamburger and a
beer. He told the waitress that the lady would have a seafood salad
and a glass of white wine. He knew that I was too shy to talk in
public as my voice was not as feminine as I would have liked for it to
be.

We sat in a back corner booth, me on the inside, and he sat on the
outside. That was the way men and women usually sat in a booth, and I
liked it. When no one was looking at us though, as we ate, he actually
slid his hand up under my skirt. I tried to push it away, hoping that
no one would see what was happening, but he was the man. After a
moment, I just went back to eating my salad, and let him move his hand
around, driving me up a wall with my desire for him.

I loved the way his strong fingers felt as he gently caressed my
pantied cockette. He told me it was small and pretty, like I was. I
nearly creamed, he was so gentle with me. Then he told me that he
wanted to save it for later on, for his desert. I blushed.

The waitress came back, just as he was taking his hand out from under
my skirt, and I knew by the smile on her face that she knew he'd been
feeling me up. I blushed, and I loved knowing that I had just shared
something that another woman shared with me.

By the time we left the restaurant, I was amazed to find that we had
been at the mall for nearly two hours. When we were settled in the car
again, I asked him what he wanted to do next. He grinned and told me
that he wanted some nooky. I looked at his crotch, and he was hard
again. I smiled at him and reached over to pat it for him, and told
him that it was fine with me, if that was what he wanted.

Back in the room, we drank some more wine and we slow danced
romantically. His hands were all over my back and my bum. I lay my
head on his shoulder, enjoying my chance to be utterly feminine,
knowing that when women were feminine, that this is what turned guys
on the most. 

I just loved the way his hands felt on me, as he explored all over me.
I loved the way he was feeling me up.

I asked if we could take some pictures. We took a couple of us dancing
the way that we had been, and I noted that when the pictures developed
that they had captured the dreamy look on my face. Then I took a
picture of me kneeling in front of him with my hands on the front of
his pants. Then I took a picture of me smiling at the camera, and I
held his cock in my right hand, and it's head was brushing the corner
of my lips.

Then I took a picture of me facing him, my mouth wide open, and the
head of his cock just about to enter my mouth.

The next picture was of his cock inside of my mouth, and I was looking
up at him in a most adoring fashion.

We sat on the couch then. He lay across my lap, face up. I was holding
his cock as I looked at the camera, and just as the flash went, I
licked my lips.

I told him that I could not wait for anymore pictures, and I had to
feel him in my mouth again, and I got off the couch, knelt in front of
it, and I took his cock into my mouth again. I realized that I had not
put a condom on him this time, but since I did not think he would cum
a lot this time, I did not run the risk of ruining my blouse from an
overload of cum, so I just kept on sucking him. As I sucked him, he
watched some more of my pictures on the computer.

His cum was sweet when he came, and he did not have a lot, so I was
able to keep it all in my mouth.

When he got soft, I straightened up, still on my knees and smiled at
him.

"A man likes for a woman to eat his cum, Debi."

I opened my mouth to show him that I had a mouthful, then I swallowed
it. I opened my mouth again, to show that I had taken his man stuff
into my womanized body, like any other woman does. He was so delighted
that he caught me up in his arms, and kissed me deeply as he carried
me to the bed. He lay me down on my back, and he lay down on top of
me, and started kissing all over my face. 

"Debi, now you are going to find out what it feels like for a man to
love you. I do love you sweet woman, and I want you to love me too."

He got up on his hands and knees, and moved down to kneel between my
legs. He pushed my legs wide apart. I felt so weak and helpless, so
under his control. Then he pushed up my skirt and slip. He spent a
long moment looking at my panties, and told me they were quite pretty.
They were open legged knickers with lace trim on them. He pushed up
one leg, and extracted my cockette.

"Oh my, just as I thought, small and pretty, just like the lady she
belongs to."

Then he lowered his head and I felt myself disappearing into his warm
moist mouth. I felt like he was going to eat me alive. I felt utterly
under his control, and I moaned and writhed about as he chewed at me.
I felt like I was really being loved, as his woman.

I could not resist him for very long. I tried not to ejaculate, as I
wanted to make the pleasure of  being his submissive lovee last as
long as I could, but he was so masterful that I had not control. In
moments, I was pumping everything that I had into his suctioning
mouth.

I was totally spent. Emotionally, I was more satisfied than I had ever
felt in my life. I felt completely physically not to mention
completely psychically drained as well. This man had taken over me and
had drawn my deepest wishes out of me. I was a woman reduced to
complete dependence, and it was a lovely feeling. I did not even have
the strength to roll over. I just lay there, totally exposed to the
gaze of my lover.

Trey, took me out of his mouth, and lay down on top of me again. He
started to kiss me, and soon he was depositing my cum into my mouth. I
lay there passively, too drained to resist him, and I received it all
from him. When it was all in my mouth, he raised up on his elbows, and
smiled at me. He told me that only girls eat cum, where he comes from,
and since there was only one girl in the room, that I was the cum
eater of the two of us.

I smiled, loving this man, and I ate the cum he had given me, as
though it were his own cum.


Four


We lay in each other's arms, cuddling for a long time. He was
continually kissing me as he told me how much he liked me, and how, if
it was possible, that he would like to marry me and make me be his
wife forever. He told me that he would never let me wear guy's clothes
again. Though I knew it was all just a part of our fantasy date, I
loved hearing these words from him. 

I loved the idea of being this man's wife, of never wearing anything
but pretty and feminine clothes, and mostly, I loved the idea of
taking the woman's role, in his bed with him. He knew how to treat a
lady like me, and I loved every second of it.

I reached down and found that he was getting hard again. I asked him
if it was all right for me to suck his cock again. I knew that most
guys dreamed of having a girl ask if they could suck him, and I
suspected that my Trey was no different. I wanted to stroke his ego as
much as I stroked anything else for him, as a reward for being so
wonderful to me. He did not resist my request. He rolled over onto his
back. I scooted around so that if he wanted to feel me up while I was
sucking him that he could do so easily. He did not disappoint me
either.

The moment I had taken his cock back into my mouth, I felt his hand
caressing me through my panties. He started to gently caress my anus
through the panties, and I found this to be very exciting. I loved the
way his fingers felt on me there. It made me feel open and vulnerable.
He made me want to feel his fingers exploring such a private part of
me. He made me feel womanly.

I had never been fucked there before, mostly because I was such a big
sissy that I was afraid of the pain that I had read about. But, the
feel of his fingers there gave me a new desire that I had not known
before. I felt a desire to have him take me there, to fill me with
himself in the same way that he would dominate a woman.

I marveled at this desire, as I had never had such a strong feeling
about that before. I slowly spent a very long time with his cock in my
mouth, slowly going up and down on him, enjoying the feel of being his
woman, and sucking his manly cock for him. I loved the way it felt as
the hardness moved slowly over my sensitive inner lips. It was very
manly, compared to my little thing, for which I was glad. I felt as
though I was acting out an act of adoration for a man who was what I
could never be, and I wanted to acknowledge that to him, with my
loving.

Trey, as gentle and considerate a lover as he was proving to be, noted
how I seemed to respond when his fingers were at my anus. After a long
time of teasing me like that, he told me that he would like to fuck
me, and make a real woman out of me. I admitted my fear of the pain,
and he told me that he would be very gentle, because he wanted me to
really learn to like having his cock inside of me. He told me that he
wanted me to love having him inside of me, and so he would do it in a
way that would give me a lot of  pleasure, so that I would always want
him inside of me, like any other woman does.

I agreed, fearfully, to let him try and enter me, if he wanted to do
it that way. He laughed and told me that I was such a sweet little
sissy that he could never bring himself to inflicting pain on me, with
one exception to that rule. That exception would be that he would be
inflicting pain in the course of giving me a spanking, which he would
only do if he ever caught me acting like a boy acts. I smiled at him
sweetly. The very idea that I could find myself turned over someone's
knees to receive a spanking, for acting like a guy was really exciting
to me. I loved it. I had always liked the concept of enforced
effemination, and I liked hearing those terms applied to me too.

I rolled onto my back, and he raised my ankles up to his shoulders. He
reached into my panties, and undid the hooks of my under foundation.
He pushed the back part back, and he gently began to caress my anus. I
was so open to him. I was completely vulnerable. I had no choice but
to submit to him, given the position that I was in. I knew that if he
decided to just go ahead and shove it into me, raping me, that I would
have no choice but to receive him. It scared me. He was so much bigger
and stronger than I was. I trembled.

He saw the look of tender fear on my face and he kissed me. He told me
that he wanted me to fall in love with having his cock buried deep
inside of me, so he was going to make sure that he fucked me in a way
that was going to make me beg for more. I liked the idea that I might
want to beg to have him fill me at some time in the future.

I felt some cold cream from his fingers being applied on my anus. Then
gradually, he worked one of his fingers inside of me. It was not very
comfortable, and after the initial entry, it did not hurt. He kept
fucking me with his finger for a long time till he could see that I
was starting to enjoy it. I did like having him inside of me like
that.

"There is nothing like it for a man, to take possession of his virgin
honey. You just lay back and let me do everything sweetcheeks."

I looked up at him, and a swell of kindly emotions washed over me.
Yes, he did want me to like it, because now I knew that he loved me
enough, that he wanted to come back again, and fuck me again, and he
wanted for me to want him to fuck me again. I hoped that he could make
that happen.

I relaxed even more, as a growing knowing settled into me, that I
could trust this gentle big man who loved his newly discovered woman.

I soon found that he had two fingers inside of me. Then it went to
three fingers. I was amazed that he had been able to stretch me so
big. His fingers were not small. I felt really full, but aside from
some discomfort, there was no pain. I was amazed and thankful about
that.

"Are you ready to get your little pussy fucked for the first time my
sweet little honey?"

All I could do was to whimper in fear. But, I knew that he was going
to fuck me, and make a real woman out of me.

I felt him put the head of his cock to my pussy lips. Then he began to
very slowly push ahead. I was amazed as I felt it very slowly begin to
enter me, with only discomfort, no pain. 

I lay there like his woman would, looking up at this kind masculine
man, and I felt his cock entering into me like I would if I was really
a woman. I was truly delighted to know that I was, at long last,
receiving a cock like a woman receives a man. I was ecstatic. I had
wanted this. Now, I was getting my pussy filled by a man.

I tried to relax and open wider for him to enter me. I wanted him to
drive it in, and fuck me deep, but I knew that he would rip me apart
if he did that. I was thankful that he was more interested in pleasing
me, than he was in just fucking my brains out for his own pleasure. I
could so easily love a man like this.

It seemed to take him forever, and I marveled at his self control.
Ever so gently, he would press in a bit, wait till I adjusted to him,
then withdraw a bit then press in again. I do not know how long it
took before he was laying on top of me, and I was aware that his whole
seven rock hard inches were buried all the way up inside of me. 

I was a fucked woman at last, and this loving man had done it in a way
that made  me want for him to take me again in the future. I loved how
it felt, to contain and control a man's erection, inside of me.

Trey kissed me as he slowly slid himself into me, then back out. He
moaned and told me what a sweet tight little pussy that I had, and how
nice it felt on his cock as he fucked me. He told me that I had the
kind of pussy that he could just die in because I felt so nice on his
cock.

I lay there looking up at him, seeing the emotions cross his face, and
he had his manly way with this maiden of his. I saw the pleasures he
was taking with me, and I was pleased to please him so much. I loved
watching the intermittent strain and blisses that kept crossing his
face, as I felt him moving deep inside of me. I tried squeezing to see
if I could make things register on his face. It worked.

Then my discomfort slowly gave way to pleasure from the friction of
having his big cock inside of me. I felt him start to swell and he
picked up his pace. I had seen women in the movies have this happen to
them, and I had always envied them. Now, it was my turn to be the
lovee of a lover, and I felt utterly feminine. I was glad that he had
even left my panties on me and had just lowered the back of them,
because I could feel every feminine stitch that I was wearing. I was
helplessly being fucked but my man lover and I wanted him to give me
his baby juice. I wanted it inside of me. I wanted to feel him deposit
in me what he gave to his other women before me.

He came, driving himself deep into me, with a low moan and he called
me his pretty princess sissy, and I felt him deposit his cum into me.
I felt him throbbing inside of me as he came in me, like I was his
woman, and I thought that I had never felt such a deep sense of joy
and bliss before in my life.

We lay there like that for a very long time. He stayed inside of me
till he got too soft, and I was sorry to feel his cock leaving me.
But, I knew his cum was deep inside of me. I was his woman, his lovee,
and he was my man, my lover.

We got ourselves together, and he took me out for a light supper. We
decided that rather than go to a bar that we would like to go back to
the room again. We agreed that we just felt like spending tender quiet
moments together. I felt like I had a connection to him that I had
never had with another human being, and all that I wanted to do was to
be alone with him, and let this wonderful new emotion grow in me. I
knew that it was because he had fucked me. He had somehow not just
entered my body, but had entered my psyche as well, and now he had
control and mastery over a part of me, like a man has with a woman.

We spent a long time on the couch, watching the television, sipping
wine, and cuddling and kissing each other. It was such a sweet time
for me. I wanted to do anything that I could to show him how much I
cared for him. I loved feeling this way for a man. I had not known how
sweet it could feel.

I got him hard again, and I knelt down on the floor in front of the
couch. I opened his pants, and I took his cock out. I lovingly sucked
it for a long time, till he was rock hard. I looked up at him with a
pleased smile on my face.

He looked down, and he smiled. "You want me to fuck you again, don't
you honey?"

In answer, I went over to the bed, and knelt there, my knees on the
edge of the bed. I felt like a submissive slut, and it was such a
delightful feeling. I felt utterly submissive and under control, and
it was a sweet emotion to me.

I felt him move up behind me. He raised my skirt and slip, and he
lowered my panties to my knees. He reached between my legs and opened
the foundation garment for the second time. I felt his fingers begin
to apply the lubricant to me. Then, for the second time in my life, I
felt his cock begin to enter me. I felt utterly under his control, and
I loved it. 

As he fucked me, he reached around under me and began to masturbate
me, by grasping me through my panties. It was so wonderful. I came in
his hand as he came deep inside of me. I was completely like an
insturment, played by the hands of a musician.

All too soon, I had to kiss him good bye.

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