Being Caught

by Nicole Louise

 

It was a Saturday morning, no work today. I was again alone; my flat mate was working for the whole day. It was my time, Susan's time not Steve's. I had taken some one and a half hours to get ready this morning. I stood admiring the image of the woman I had created. God I looked good, I was leased to hell. The long flowing black curls, the perfect make-up, a bit heavy on the blusher but otherwise the eye shadow, liner and mascara was perfect, the red lipstick I thought finished the facial image. Looking down the image the short black dress was definitely out of place for ten in the morning, but hey I wasn't about to go out those doors into the unfair, cruel, harmful world. I stepped towards the mirror; my stiletto heel clipped the wooden flooring that stood beneath me. I loved that sound. I stepped back a couple of steps and walked again towards the mirror hearing the echo of my heels against the flooring. I took a deep breath and my nose was filled with my Obsession perfume, how I loved Obsession. I had learnt to wear during the day as a man. Nobody had ever said anything about my feminine perfume, or they chose not to and spoke about me behind my back.

Have you smelt Steve today, boy doe he smell sweet, bet he wears suspenders as well. You know I sure I seen a VPL the other day and Joanne in accounts sad that she could see traces of nail varnish on his finger nails. Hey Brian lets hope he opens his mouth more as a woman than he does as a man. Fucking wimp.

What was I going to do today, the flat needed tidying? Brian's room was again like a shit hole. He always asks me to clean his room. I didn't cleaning up after him, it made me feel like he was my husband and I was the pretty wife cleaning for him. Not that he'll ever know that. I was more the things he left around, condoms after a rampant night of sex with his girlfriend, filled. Dirty magazines, dirty underwear. I just couldn't stand the thought that I was cleaning up after some slag from the night before. Why couldn't it have been me?

I went to the cleaning cupboard and pulled out my favourite Dyson. I plugged her in and began to hover Brains room picking up the floored mess as I went along and placing it on the bed for sorting after hovering. I finished the hovering, polishing his stereo. I started going through the items that I had picked up off he floor. There was the usual junk, dirty pants, cigarette packet, two lighters, a video film in a blank cover, a use condom, full of course. I held the condom for a while and rubbed the latex together feeling the texture of the cum between. I placed my finger inside the condom and touched the tip of y finger into his cold old cum. I smelt my finger. I could smell Brian's cum, but the rubber smell was a little over whelming.

I held up a pair of pink g-strings, obviously one of Brian's last slings. I look inside for the label "Victoria's secrets, Size 14" excellent I though, a quick wash and they be another free item to my ever increasing feminine wardrobe. I wondered if Brian would fuck me if I wore them, I doubt it. Victoria does have much of a secret anymore does, she, hope she comes back again while I'm there watch TV wearing her pink g-string, leave me a bra this time sugar.

I flicked through his dirty mag, some really smart chicks in it, god I wish I could look like that. I was about to turn to the centre fold when I sensed someone behind me. I quickly turned to find John, Brian's friend studying me, arms folded, smiling at me.

"Caught you now sexy. God if only the blokes down the pub knew they'd fucking murder you or fuck you, on of the two. Brian's mention your hobby to me before; well now you know that we all guessed."

I grabbed my arms and pulled me towards him

"God you bloody look OK, you should consider becoming a woman" he said in an almost genuine feel to his voice.

Bet you love a bit of cock as well don't you sugar, is it sugar you call yourself. He pulled me towards him in a harsh manner and grabbed my right hand. He placed my hand on his crotch. It almost seemed natural to begin to rub his crotch; through his jeans I could feel a massive hard bulge. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled me towards him. He looked into my eyes a leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. Shook waves ran through my body. The first man that had ever kissed me. I closed my eyes and let my lips return to his. We both opened our mouths and let them meet in a deep kiss. He let on arm around my neck while the other was around my lower back. He kissed me deeply; I could feel my heart begin to beat faster and faster. I loved what was happening to me. I could feel his whiskers rub against my face, I could smell his aftershave, I could feel his lips against mine and his tongue dancing with mine. Most of all I could feel the hardness and excitement of his bulge in his pants waiting to be set free.

While we kissed I let my fingers find the button of his trousers and released it. I then felt or his clasp of his fly and gently pulled it down. I let my hand find the elastic of the top of his pants and let it slid inside. My hand reached his erect cock, I let my fingers clasp the shaft and began to playfully wank him off inside his pants. His kissing got heavier and deeper. He released his lips from mine and kissed my neck gently. He open his mouth and began to suck gently at my neck, I was now getting so turn on, his sucking of my neck just made me feel so weak. His cock was now standing erect inside his pants. He pushed his jeans down half way down his thighs in order for his cock to be free without restriction. I continued to wank him, but now I was able to wrap my hand around his girth and move his skin back and forth. I can remember that my thumb and fingers were barely able to meet as I tried to place my hands around the girth of his cock. He continued to suck on the other side of my neck. I wondered what kind of a state would I be in for work tomorrow, but alas I did not care and wanted this moment to last for ever. The ecstasy of his being, his manliness, his masculinity dominating my fragile feminine mind and body.

I decided that I wanted to taste his cock. I had read so many times of sissies like me tasting a man's cock for the first time and being able to satisfying him fully. Letting him show his appreciation by cuming in my mouth, allowing me to swallow what seed he had in his maleness, his groin, his balls.

I leaned back and gently went to my knees never once letting my hand free from his cock. It was mine for now, and I was going to cherish every second. I had waited so long for this chance, to be treated as the woman that I had so long felt inside me. Her dreams and desires were at once being made true, being made a true woman's desire.

I faced his cock and smiles, my mouth opened and I began to lick the head of his cock. For a split second I allowed myself to taste the cock, the odour left inside my mouth. I licked the head again and held it gently as I licked the whole shaft. The shaft was really very slick with my saliva, as I ran my tongue back up from the base to the tip, I opened my mouth and took the head inside my mouth and slowly began to suck. I let myself get use to having a cock inside my mouth and decided to gain a deeper part of his meat each time I went down the shaft. The thought of deep throat came to my instantly, men loved deep throat according to all my readings and surfing. I wanted to please him, to turn him on, to make him enjoy and cum with deep satisfaction into my awaiting female mouth.

I opened my mouth and began to take the whole of his thick cock into my hungry mouth. Hungry I was as I gobble at his cock. Doing several deep throat runs, my lips ridding along the girth of his cock, when the whole cock was in I just gave a couple of small sucks I cold feel the tip of his cock touch the back of my throat. I wanted on a couple of occasion to choke, to gag, but there was no way that I was going to let him down. I suffered in silence, if you could indeed call it suffering. Here I was on my knees, dressed as a woman, with a man's beautiful, thick hot cock deep in my mouth. I was truly inspired my actions in taking this cock into my mouth as a true professional.

His hands rested on my shoulders as I sexily sucked and sucked and deep throated his cock. I could taste the mixture of his cock and my lipstick mingling in my palate. It seemed like an age that I knelt there in front of this gorgeous man with his cock. I was there for ages giving this man the sexual pleasure he truly would expect off a sissy like me. It was on my last deep action that the moment came. I had just taken the whole of his cock into my mouth and was pushing my mouth and throat to the limit. My lips were strained over the size of his girth and his cock was right now banging against the back of my throat. As I went to the limits of limits I felt his cock jerk and was gagged by jets of hot cum filling the back of my throat. Not one or two but four full sprits into the back of my throat. Obviously I had no choice but to swallow, and swallow I did. I would have done it if given the choice. I swallow his thick, creamy cum down my throat and into my waiting stomach. He tasted so good, salt, chlorine and really can't explain accept that I was swallowing cum from a fully grown man, with a large cock that I had sucked to orgasm.

I started to remove the cock from my mouth. As I did I gave his cock a final squeeze with my hand and licked the remaining cum from his tip. I laced my tongue into my mouth and closed my eyes to savour the flavour of his cum in my mouth. I could hear him move. I realised what was happening, I had read about it so many times before. It was the human and animal state of rejection after sex. I kept my eyes closed so as not to embarrass myself as his promptly push his cock back into his pats and pulled his jeans up and promptly left without a word. The door closed with a slam.

I felt not used, but more honoured to have served him so well. My biggest worry was how on earth could I make that happen all over again with him. I promised myself that I would not eat or drink, brush my teeth for the rest of the day in order to keep my breath smelling of his cock and cum. I blew out some breath in an upward motion to catch a smell of my own breath. Yes, yes, yes it did smell of his cock and cum, and I could taste it to. I would pray to meet someone today to talk to them to see if they spot of breath, can you imagine.

Marge did you smell that ones breath; know what he's been up to. Cock I could smell.

I got up from my kneeling position and walked to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror as I reapplied my beautiful red lipstick. I noticed that my lips looked a little swollen, sexy, woman like. I smiled and looked deeply for he woman that lay beneath my skin.

  

  

  

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