So, an email comes through this site calling me by my real name. He knows who I am. But he won't tell me who he is. He says I'm a bad sissy and I need to be punished. He says I better obey, or he will spread my profile everywhere. I'm nearly ready to meet someone for real, but I'm not ready to come out as a crossdressing faggot any time soon. Not like this, anyway.
I tell him I'm not gay, I've never been with a guy. I tell him I only dress for fun and to tease old men. He said that was fine. He will be happy to start from zero with me. (Whatever that means?) But that made me even more nervous. It is clear he knows me. He knows me very well. I can't imagine who he might be. I'm fucked. I read his posts and obey.
I put on the red corset he told me he liked. And my red leather choker and black lace gloves. The hotel is pretty nice. He says he is already in the room and I better hurry. Hanging on the outside door handle is a large vinyl blindfold. It's actually a tight, stretchy hood that covers my eyes and most of my face. He texts me and tells me to put it on before I come in. This is really a bad idea. I'm shaking as I pull it over my eyes. I reply that I'm here. The door opens and I'm quickly, and roughly, pulled inside.
The door closes and locks. He instructs me to get on my knees. I'm trying to recognize his voice, but I don't. His hands help me down. He pulls off my T-shirt, exposing the pretty corset. I feel myself blushing. I can hear him mumbling approval of what he sees. He tells me to put my hands on my knees.
"I love the way the corset fits you. It makes you look like a whore. A whore that's good for nothing except sucking men off. That's what you like isn't it? Sucking off big cocks?""
I'm frozen. I can't believe I'm here! What happened? I think about all my fantasies and dreams. Well, here I am. Dressed the way I like to dress, alone in a room with a man and his cock.
I shyly nodded my head. I feel him sitting in the chair in front of me. His knees are against my shoulders. He slowly slides his hands up and down my arms. Then around to the front of the corset. He is touching my body, feeling me up. Squeezing the corset bra cups and pinching my nipples in it. I feel myself shaking!
"Do you know who I am yet?"
I try to tell him no. But my voice is cracking. I'm so nervous.
"You're going to suck my cock now, sweetie. If you move your hands or try to stop me, I'll tie you to the bed and fuck you just like you owe me money. You got it?"
One of his hands slips behind my head. He gently takes a handful of hair. I feel him wiggling closer to me. He takes my hand, wrapping my fingers around his hard cock. I'm surprised it's there. I'm surprised it's so hard. I'm getting him really excited. I like the feeling of it.
"Open your mouth, baby."
I'm shaking and whining a little. But I can't wait! I let the tip of it slip between my lips. It tastes good. Better than I expected. I suckle the tip for a minute. I wasn't sure I was ready. He told me it was ok, and I could take my time. But the grip on the back of my head didn't loosen. When I finally took the plunge and opened for it, he moaned and reached down, grabbing one of the corset's bra cups.
"Don't you ever stop doing that, my little whore."
I wouldn't want him to know it, but I liked him calling me a whore.
My instructions continued for what seemed like hours. Up and down. In and out. Sucking and licking and trying to get it into my throat. One little variation after another. When was this going to end? My jaw was sore, and my mouth was drooling. Breathing through my nose. Finally, he told me to suck extra hard. I tried my best. His breathing got faster. The grip on the back of my neck was firmer.
"Keep it up, bitch! Just like that."
I wouldn't want him to know it, but I liked him calling me his bitch.
When he stopped, I knew what was coming. I choked on it and tried to drool it out of my mouth. It was warm and creamy, like a long stream of whipping cream. I did my best to swallow. He didn't care what I did with it. So, it was everywhere. My corset is ruined. I let it all just run out and all over me. He finally let loose of my head and pushed me back. I was just kneeling there, covered in his nasty cum load.
He rested for a minute, telling me to stay put. I laid on the bed, still in the blindfold, until he was done. He quickly showered and got dressed. As he was leaving, he told me I have the room until the morning. I can jerk off or whatever.
"Next time I'm expecting more. I will text you in a couple of days. In the meantime, keep an eye out for me, I'm around all the time."
The door closed. I removed the blindfold and looked for a towel. The taste of him was in my mouth and certainly would be for days. I lay on the bed and took his advice. Today I'd been used as a girl slut. What will I do tomorrow?
Billy
