Authors Note: This story is written as a fantasy, yet as all fiction must be, it has its basis in reality. The story line is a combination of past events that actually have happened to me, combined with a few events that I wish would occur. Therefore all characters in the story are fictitious, and it is a fantasy account . . . not to be confused with reality, which can be dangerous.

ALL of the images are composed and contrived by myself. The idea was to see how many different situations can be contrived using just one source file. In composing these images, I selected ONLY digital images that are in the public domain, and I've been extremely careful not to infringe on anyone's copywrite. I do want to thank those unnamed people who posted these images, whoever they are.

  

Being Victor's Sissy

by Paula Pink

 

THE SHOWER

There was a reason the Victor looked as trim as he did. He worked out regularly at the local gym. At least twice a week, he would escape to the gym for an hour or two. He also liked to jog, and could easily go five miles an outing.

I jogged as well, and when he returned after one evening jog, sweaty and a bit tired, I mentioned that I liked to jog as well. He seemed impressed.

"Well, we'll have to go jogging together then. It's always more fun jogging with someone. Otherwise it gets a little boring." He was sitting at the table in his grey sweats, sipping water and relaxing after his run.

When he told me how far he usually went and how fast, I must have responded with an expression he could read, because he immediately asked me my speed and distance.

"I'm no where near your time, Victor! I can barely do three miles, and at twice the time you go five!" I blurted out, and he just nodded knowingly and smiled that understanding grin of his.

"Not to worry! I can always slow up a bit, especially for company to run with. Besides" he added with a lopsided grin "I don't expect the 'woman of the house' to run as fast as the man!"

I arched my eyebrows and stared at him as he laughed. "You know, Victor, you really are something of a chauvinist, aren't you?"

He shrugged his shoulders and grinned. "Maybe. I should be a little more up to date in my thinking. I know it's a flaw. But I also think" he said grinning "that you like it!"

I smiled at him coyly. "I suppose maybe I do!" We both laughed.

We agreed that we would go jogging the next evening after he got home from work. He also agreed to a slower pace, and I felt relieved about that. I knew I couldn't keep the pace he was used to.

I donned my Robins Egg blue jogging suit, even though it made me look a little faggy, and Victor got into his gym shorts and shirt.

Off we went, jogging at a relatively slow rate. Victor chatted with me as we ran, a nice even pace. He loped along with the graceful ease of a tall athletic man accustomed to physical pace of jogging, I gasped along side of him, even at that slow rate. As we went along I got into it more and finished pretty well.

Whether it was the enforced slow pace or something else, close to the end of our jog, Victor suddenly pulled up with a hitch, slightly limping on his right leg.

I jogged up next to him, concern on my face, but he waved he was all right, just a leg cramp. We eased the pace to an easy walk, and made it to the house, which was only about fifty yards off.

"Guess I turned wrong and strained the calf" he muttered as we walked along. "When I get home, I'll ice it down right away." I was concerned, but he didn't seem alarmed. "Sometimes it just happens." he grinned as we walked.

As soon as we got in the house, Victor took an ice pack from the freezer and sat down to apply it. I was standing there in my light blue sweats, looking a little helpless. He just glanced up at me and said that he'd be fine, don't worry.

"OK, Victor. I'll go shower." He nodded his head and I went into the bathroom.

The shower in my condo is an eight foot square, marble tiled twin head shower. The twin heads face each other, so two people can comfortably shower at once. I had thought a little bit about what it would be like showering with Victor, but had dismissed it out of hand. He wasn't gay, remember? For that matter, I still didn't think I was completely gay, either.

I stripped off my sweaty outfit and went into the shower, closing the glass door behind me. The hot water felt good on my smooth, hairless skin, vibrating off my back and butt. I keep myself completely hairless, all except for a small "v" of pubic hair pointing to my little weenie.

In a way, I was glad to be showering first, as I don't think I'd know how to react if Victor saw me naked. If he thought I was effeminate before, what would he think if he saw me now?

As those thoughts were racing through my head, I suddenly froze. The bathroom door had opened! After a pause that seemed an eternity, the glass door opened, and Victor walked in to the shower stall!

I kind of jumped when he came in, as I was just finishing rinsing off, and still had water in my eyes. I cleared them out fast when Victor walked in, naked as the day he was born.

"Got room for me in here?" he casually said. I looked him in the eye at first, but I just couldn't help myself, my eyes immediately shot down to his crotch. And then I couldn't help but stare.

I hadn't realized he was so hairy, but he had a manly growth of chest hair that flowed down to a nicely formed growth just above one of the most beautiful cocks I had ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on. Hanging there limp, it must have been a good nine inches. And at least three inches around. Uncut. Oh!

My body began to react at once. Even though I only stared at his dick for probably just five seconds, it must have seemed an eternity to Victor, as he was waiting for my response. I suddenly became aware he was watching me looking at his cock, and I stuttered out "S-sure . . .pl-plenty of room!"

He just grinned and started soaping up under the other shower head. With his back to me, I could study his naked form closely, without embarrassing him. My, was he tall. Taller than me! Broad shoulders, just a hint of flab around the middle, some very nicely formed 'love handles'. He even had a bit of hair on his back. His butt was narrow, typical of a man in his fifties that takes care of himself. Strong, muscular thighs tapering down to athletic looking calves.

Without being conscious of it, I had started to get turned on. I just couldn't help myself; I started to get a stiffy! I turned around to stop staring at his body, and tried to will my little erection away. This only made it stiffer!

Victor started to chat about his calf cramp, and I half heartedly listened. He suddenly turned around fully and said "Are you any good at massage? I think my calf is going to need a rub down later." I looked over my shoulder, not daring to turn around and expose my little hard on, and said "Sure, I'd be happy to."

He grinned. "That's the reply I'd expect from the 'woman of the house'!" He laughed, but didn't turn back around. He was now studying me!

"Damn," he said. "You look even more fem when you're naked!" I looked over my shoulder at him and shyly smiled. "I try. I guess." I managed to mumble out. I wished my little wang would simmer down!

"Turn around once, let me see you!" He had that authoritative tinge in his voice again. I looked over my shoulder at him and caught the mischievous glint in his eye. Not threatening. But he sensed my apprehension.

"I thought you were going to relax around me?" he said coyly. I thought, 'OK, you asked for it', and I turned around to face him, my weenie embarrassingly erect. I looked up at him and smirked, my hands up on my shoulders, my right knee bent out, and my little weenie pointing right at him!

"Hmmm . . ." Victor hummed. "You really should have been a woman, you know that?" He looked up at me. "Guess you're naturally suited for being the 'woman of the house', huh?"

I looked him straight in the eye, not daring to sneak a glance at that gorgeous penis of his. "I always felt natural about it." I mumbled out demurely.

"Well, 'lady of the house', would you please wash the 'man of the house's' back for him? I can never reach."

I stood there staring at him. His gaze never wavered, he just stood there holding out the soap and wash cloth. My God! He was serious!

I startled out of my trance, slightly shaking my head. "S-sure, Victor, I'd . . . I'd love to!" As I took the soap and wash cloth from him, he winked and said "Obviously, you'd love to!" Then he turned around.

His remark was a clear reference to my excited state, and I thought 'If it doesn't bother him, why not enjoy it?' I casually began running the soapy cloth over his broad back, my little weenie bobbing in front of me, immersing myself in the sheer pleasure of washing this studs back. What an unexpected delight!

But the whole scene made me nervous. Here I was, standing naked in the shower, washing the back of a man you could honestly say I had lusted after. He was even letting me do this after he had seen how excited I was, with my little weenie sticking out! As I washed his broad muscular back, I began to realize that this might just be a beginning. Did I dare hope? I couldn't get the sight of that beautiful cock of his out of my mind. 'My god' I thought. 'Will he let me wash that too?'

Even though I was nervous, I was extremely excited, as evidenced by my stiff little weenie. I let my hands flex and press the soapy cloth up and down his muscular back, stopping just at the top of his butt cleft, and then dancing back up. Victor just leaned his head back and enjoyed. Suddenly he glanced back, over his shoulder.

"You really have a nice touch." he said softly. "Maybe you wouldn't mind giving my calf a rub, as long as you're at it?"

My little cocklette jumped at his suggestion. Of course, that meant that I would have to get on my knees . . . while I was naked, in the shower, with a gorgeous hunky gentleman. I leaned forward and whispered softly in his ear, my lips teasingly close to his ear, "Of course. I'd love to."

I could almost feel his grin as I sank to my knees behind him. As I lowered myself, I ran the wash cloth down his sides, gently running them over his butt for the first time. Settling into a comfortable position on my knees behind him, the thought streaked through my mind that THIS was a very compromising position to be in. I could only hope!

I gently massaged his right calf, working my fingers on the taught muscles. Victor only groaned in pleasure. "Damn" he moaned, "You've got a nice touch!" 'If everything worked out right,' I thought, 'you're going to find out how nice a touch I have'.

After about three minutes of rubbing his calf, I continued up his legs, rubbing both now, gently kneading the tight muscles, not even conscious anymore of my stiff erection, which was actually getting a little painful. I knew what was going to happen. I simply waited for Victor to make the next move.

And then he did. He slowly turned around completely, facing me, looking down at me kneeling at his feet, naked, water running down his back, and that beautiful man meat of his dangling right in my face. Lip level. Perfect.

I stared at it lovingly, my hands still on his legs. All I could do was gaze at his gorgeous cock, now within my reach, a mere three inches from my lips. It was hanging there, with just the hint of an erection starting, bobbing gently in front of me. I finally looked up at Victor, an awed smile on my face.

Victor smiled. "Do you like what you see?" he chided.

I nodded, feeling like I was moving in slow motion. I looked back at the enormous pink head, just beginning to peek out from the foreskin. "Absolutely," I gasped out softly, unable to breath. "In fact, it's beautiful. I love it!"

"When you love something, don't you show it with a kiss, woman of the house?" he said softly, still smiling.

I said nothing. I glanced up at him, and while I was still making eye contact with him, I leaned forward and placed a slow, intense kiss, right on the tip of that beautiful cock. Right over the pee hole. A kiss I held for nearly ten seconds, just to make sure he understood I was seriously in love with his cock.

And at that moment, even though I really wasn't aware of it, everything changed between us. I had, at that moment, become his slut. I became his cock kisser. And soon to be his cocksucker. I very nearly came without touching myself.

I broke the kiss and continued to stare up at him. He was still smiling. I mean, he should be smiling, someone just kissed his dick!

"You don't have to stop there, you know." he said softly.

I looked at his cock, my right hand reaching up and encircling its huge girth. I glanced up at him, awestruck at my good fortune.

"Can I suck it?" He saw the expression on my face, the want, the need. He nodded. "Just a little."

I opened my lips and slowly slid the big pink mushroom head of his dick into my mouth, first freeing it from the fore skin by pulling it back, and officially making myself his cock sucker. I took the first three inches in my mouth and just held it there, letting my tongue play on the sensitive underside of his cock head. I moaned in sheer pleasure, holding his big dick in between my lips, in absoluter ecstasy. I was in cock sucker heaven, and in no mood to leave soon.

Victor had other ideas, though. I felt his firm grip on my head, slowly pulling my mouth off of his cock. "That's enough for now." he said, firmly and with finality. "I think we should continue this in more comfortable surroundings, don't you think?"

I nodded, smiling up at him. But before I got to my knees, I leaned forward and gave the tip of his penis another kiss, short but gentle. I could tell by the satisfied look on his face that he approved, and then helped me to my feet.

"Let's dry off and go into the living room. We need to talk. OK?" he said, still smiling that satisfied grin.

"Anything you say, 'man of the house!'" I smiled. And we both got out of the shower.

  

  

  

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