Sissy panty boy can't find a dom to fuck him

Dating sites are pretty lame. Or maybe it's me. I've been playing in my sister's, mom,'s, girlfriend's,  wife's underwear for as long as I can remember.  I can't think of a time I was jerking off when I didn't have some lacey something on, around, or in my mouth.  The funny thing is, I like them because I like how lingerie looks on girls and women.  But when I'm wearing some, and have my stiff cock in my hand, all I can think about is sucking a big fat one while the guy is pulling my hair and calling me his bitch. 

So, after years of denial and just plain being nervous obout trying to meet up with another guy, I finally took the plunge. 

I found a guy in my city who also liked to wear his wife's undies. He was into mutual oral and maybe would fuck me and call me his bitch. He fit right into my fantasy.  I'd never done either, but I'm getting along in years, I was 56 at the time, ant it was now or never I thought. 

I didn't get his name. But I found his address easily. Just 5 minutes from my home. A nice, newer house in a nice neighborhood.  I parked next to his big, lifted Dodge pickup as he suggested.  

The door was ajar and I nervously walked in. I was trying to be cautious. Who knows what I could really be in for?

"Hello?" I murmured.  

"I'm upstairs. Come on up. I don't want any of my neighbors to catch a glimpse of me through the hall window. "

I'm not sure about walking up there. But there is a large window at the top of the stairs. 

"If this isn't working, I'll just head back home."

"OK, hold on."

A slight. 6 foot tall, dark hair guy steps away from the corner of the stairwell. He is wearing a long purple robe. Most likely his wife's. He has a big black leather dog collar around his neck. He looks nervous and embarrassed.  

He glances out the large window,  hoping no one is peeking in. Then looking down the stairs,  his robe opens for me. The morning sunlight is  glistening across the sexy bla k lace outfit he has on. A longline black lace bra with the D cups full from something stuffed inside them. A black lace girdle anx parties.  Garter straps running down from the girdle are holding up black silk thigh high stockings.  He is holding the robe open with one hand and holding himself steady with the other, firmly  gripping the hand rail. He is in 4 inch high black heels. He was a real sexy vision. 

"I can't really walk in these."

Ok, here we go, I thought. 

Up the stairs I went with him hobbling ahead of me leading to the master bedroom.  

Once the door closes, I can't help myself. I take him by the shoulders,  pushing him back against the wall. Mh dom side kicked in. I forced myself on him. I pressed against his body. I pressed my mouth against his, opening it with my tongue. I long wet open mouth passionate kiss. He was wiggling like he didnt like it. I paused.

He whispered. "I dont like you kissing me."

"That's too bed. I like it." And I went back in for more. He relaxed, giving in. 

I pulled his hand down, pushing my shorts down, into my crotch. He grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard. "Good boy."

The silky robe and lacey lingerie were intoxicating.  I couldn't stop kissing and groping him everywhere.  I wanted to taste more. 

"Don't move, bitch!"

I slowly dropped to my knees, kissing and licking his skin and the lace as I made my way down. My hands sliding up and down over his stockings. His hands wrapped around my head. I opened as wide as I could, taking his lace wrapped package into my mouth. The lace panties were wet with my kissing and sucking. It tasted fantastic! I kept eating his panties and exploring his sexy girdle, garters and stockings with my hands. He was moaning and whipering to me. Suddenly our roles had switched. I felt his cock pop out of the top of his panties. It was hard and pulsing. I took a breath, slid my hands up under the tight sexy girdle, grabbing his ass cheeks and sucked the tip of it into my mouth. I could taste cum already. J took more of it. Sliding his ready to burst lollipop in and out. Up and down. I was surprised I was enjoying this so much! 

"Oh! Fuck yes! Keep doing that, my bitch. You are such a good cock sucker. Suck me harder, bitch." 

His chatting made me work even harder. I loved it. Kneeling and sucking for a man seemed so right. I felt like I was in the right place for once. I knew it was so taboo. But I loved it! 'Call me your bitch again' I kept hoping.

After what seemed like hours, he ordered me to stop, roughly pulling my head back by my hair. My mouth was wet and drooling. I was gasping for breath. 

"I had other plans for you my bitch. I can't waste my load in your slutty mouth. How much do you like to get fucked? "

Slyly I said " I'm not sure."

"Well, today, we are going to find out! Stay right there on your knees, my bitch!"

He stepped out of the heels and took something from the dresser. He handed me a bottle of lube. He told me to hold it. In his hands was a long wide rubbery panel, or strap. It was at least 4 inches wide and 10 or 12 inches long. He peeled a clear thin sheet off of it, exposing the sticky side. It was a huge piece of FlexSeal tape. 

"You said in your post you might like this. I really want to gag you before I fuck you, too. So, shut up and take this, bitch."

I didn't refuse. I laid my head back, pressing my lips together.  He stretched the flexible tape all across my mouth, cheeks and face. It covered most of it. He pressed it tightly over my mouth. Then pressing the rest until it was extremely secure. I was now properly gagged for a good hard fucking.

"That's a good little bitch."

Im on my back with him holding my legs up. He is looking down into my eyes as he is lubing up my hole. Still in the pretty black bra. 

"I. Hoping to enjoy this, even if you don't "

With that he slipped his wet cock right in. I was surprised I could take it. It's not a huge cock, but certainly not a small one either.  He went right to work. Now he could hold my ankles up with both hands. He spread my legs and pounded away. I could hear myself letting out little grunts and squeals with every thrust. He started pounding harder and faster. He leaned in closer to me, fucking away. His face was now right in front of me. He kept pushing further and furter. He wouldn't stop! Then it happened. He moaned and called me a fucking whore. Letting out a long gasp of breath he filled my ass with cleam 

"Oh! Fuck yes! Fuck yes!"

"Mummphh!" I exclaimed.  I was sweating and blowing snot out my nose. He looked at me. He looked around the room. His cock slipped out of my wet,  sore ass. He stood back, looking for something. He turned toward the bathroom.  

"Call me again sometime, bitch."