A true Story: about my December Meeting, Daddy...
It was 12 noon on 18th December and the week at work so far had been slow. The company drinks party was organised for this coming Fri 21st and everyone was looking forward to it, while simultaneously feeling bored by the dragging of the days.
“Jamie' said my boss Jim, 'take the sold stickers off that big chest in the window, load it into the big van and you can get off early: just deliver it here on your way home”, and handed me an address off Foundry Road.
'Your car will be ok in the yard or bring it in the workshop overnight, it's up to you'.
'That’s great, thanks Jim' I replied, 'I can get some peace and quiet and wrap some presents when I get home before the wife gets in - perfect!'
I got busy with the big chest and as I worked, pondered about my free few hours at home alone. And only then did it hit me. Oh my GOD! I thought. I can get this thing delivered by 1pm which leaves me over 3 hours to myself!!
“Oh my God!!!” I said again....”I'm gonna find some cock this afternoon, oh yes...AT LAST!! Yes....cock...cock...cock....” I repeated like a mantra under my breath as I worked, like I always do when I know I'm due to suck off some anonymous guy I've arranged to meet online “...cock....cock...cock....” It seems to help transport my mind from the respectable, hard working, hetero married man I am 90% of the time to the whimpering sissy cross-dressing, cock adoring, cock sucking slut I feel the inexplicable need to become. I've learned to accept it now and never fight it - that sudden moment my hormones change out of the blue....when I'm powerless to resist the urge to become whimpering, gay, cum drinking, cock-crazed, beta-boy ******. That moment when any man will do, young or old, as long as he has a willingness to feed me his cock and as big a cum load as he can muster..
But what I so know is it's THE most exciting state of mind to be in: the countdown to that moment when I break open my secret sexy clothes rucksack and transform myself from a plain looking, ordinary guy into a pretty, powder-faced, ruby red lipped, blushing blonde cock-whore in sheer nylons, fuck me heels, lacy lingerie, silicone tits and on this occasion, that shimmering, figure hugging dress I dared to buy from New Look the week before last, for an occasion like this I knew would inevitably occur... “Oh God YES.....cock....cock.....cock....”
I say 'at last' because it had been some weeks since I had met and satisfied Daddy, my long standing trusted friend who delights in feeding me his large, fat, veiny cock, delights in how I talk to it, delights in my open minded sluttiness, delights in my love of gargling with his manly seed, my love of him gushing his warm musky spunk over my face and neck.... He also loves me to meet and suck off anonymous local men and tell me all about it; he loves to set me little tasks and challenges and slaps my girly little ass if I confess I haven't done them to his liking. (My latest task is to harvest the spunk of my conquests and freeze it in condoms for some future perverse game, the thought of which revolts and excites me in huge, equal measures! But more of that in another story).
This story in fact is being written entirely for Daddy's satisfaction - the first time I have taken the time to actually write down one of my adventures - and is entirely true and really did happen just before Xmas 2018.
2018 had been the hottest summer in England for years and my hormones had been on the boil for months. I had met and sucked a few guys down a well known local cruising lane and met a few in the work Luton furniture van on days when it was a bit rainy. Oh I had been such a slut! But then September came along and frantic days at work plus a myriad of chores at home put a stop to my adventures.
One of the guys I had met on my favoured naughty site, and who I had sucked off in the Luton had been asking for more; it had been a hurried but exciting session for which I had only half dressed and I did promise him I'd make the effort to properly glam up for him at some point in the future.
He was clearly a decent sort and continued to message me in the weeks which followed with requests to try something a bit more daring, and it was he who I had in mind for this afternoon’s fun. But one guy wasn't enough...one cock and one load of spunk really had to be improved upon.
So having loaded the chest in the van and sneaked my secret dress up bag from my car boot, I drove away from the shop, parked up and replied to his last message with a simple sentence which I then copied and pasted to two other guys who I could see were online and in the area.
'Will be parked up in the old MFI car park at 2pm dressed all pretty and ready for your cock. Navy blue Luton van, side door ajar. Get in, close the door and do what you want'.
That final part of the sentence: 'do what you want' hid what I really wanted and guessed he had hinted at. And I was prepared for it - a good arse fucking which I hadn't had in goodness knows how long. So before I left the shop I had gone to the loo with my douche bulb and made sure I was ready for a good ramming should the chance arise. A bottle of poppers was tucked away in the dress up bag too..ooohhh yesss that familiar chemical smell which was the icing on the cake as a grunting man slapped and banged into me from behind..
I drove away to my delivery destination and shaved as I drove. As I pulled up on Foundry Road, I checked my messages on the site and a tingle ran through my cock and balls: Guy No 1 had replied simply 'Ok will be there'. And that meant he really would be there, and I really would be at the very least sucking one nice clean, iron hard cock in an hours time....YES!
Sometimes when a guy backs out or can't make it, it's a relief because I always get nervous or a bit scared, and can return home to kiss the wife with a clear conscience. But I never back out once a guy has confirmed, and very soon I was parked up in the deserted MFI car park, disgorging the contents of my sissy bag in the back, and applying foundation in front of a small mirror perched on the inner mudguard.
As ever, the smell of the make up and the feel of the lovely nylon on my legs, the thong up the crack of my bottom, the slipping on of the heels and the final topping off with that amazingly realistic blonde wig....had me horny as hell but scared and expectant.
I checked the site again on my phone: Guy No2 had replied and I could tell he was genuine: said he liked the sound of that and could very likely make the meet. I replied to say I was at the meet place already and had a guy confirmed for 2pm - often that would put men off but best to tell it as it is, I thought. I put the phone aside and held up the mirror at arms length to be sure I looked beautiful and slutty, when I heard the grumble of a diesel engine next to the van, and the thunk of a door. Oh God....YES! Cock...cock....
Sitting atop a pile of rope and dust sheets, I took the pose of a perfect female, making sure my knees and ankles were clasped together with my white gloved fingers entwined on my knees...men love to see a TV slut looking femme and I was very good at killing my male body language mannerisms in favour of exaggerated femininity..
The side door rumbled open, then rumbled again as it closed behind him, slightly ajar once again to let in enough light.
'Hello slut....'
'Hello Sir...'
'Want this then?' He asked as his belt and zip came undone and his heavy cock fell out, half hard and glistening .
'Yes please....God yes...'
He approached and his cock touched my chin but I resisted kissing it, instead running my hands up and down his thighs, up his belly and chest to his nipples and back down behind him over his hairy ass. I did this for some minutes then reached over to the waiting popper bottle, uncorked it and took a large sniff in readiness for that familiar and long awaited first lick of his delicious manhood. Some men when they are clean, smell of nothing, others can wash as much as they want and they still retain a strong male smell and this guy was the latter; I remembered it from last time, breathing in his warm heady musk on top of the poppers and sucked him like nothing else mattered, my face hot and glowing and my head swimming.
I sucked him for quite some time, licking the underside of his cock down to his balls, sucked one of them into my mouth and then back up to the beautiful purple plum, deep throating it like a starving gurl possessed; I gagged and wretched in a way I know men like, then stood up so I faced him.
As a a transvestite you occupy a strange position somewhere between male and female....on the one hand, horny men know that you're just another guy pretending but they also can't help themselves in treating you like a real female which can be unbelievably sexy for both.
I had become so horny that I was now keen to be snogged - normally not a thing I would contemplate but hell, I surprised myself very often when horny! I held my cheek to his and hugged him like I was a real girl...my eyes were closed and my face open to his, ready to accept his French kisses but they never came so I simply said "want to fuck me? I'm douched and clean...”
"You got a condom?" He grunted and in seconds I was unwrapping and folding it over his hot, gorgeous erection. I reached over for the lube and coated his cock followed by my expectant bottom, and positioned myself on the pile of sheets, arse in the air and head down.
And then that moment i love...to feel the heat of a stiff man nudging and pushing at me from behind....ohhhh God YESSS!! The pushing and nudging at my slit didn’t last many seconds before the end forced its way in followed by several inches of shaft....ooohhh God YESSS!!
He started to slowly fuck me in thoughtful consideration of the tiny gasp and squeal I let out as he entered....but it was only a moment before he started to ram me hard. I took the poppers bottle from inside my bra and took another deep inhalation....followed very soon by that head-swimming feeling, a hot face and a desire to totally abandon myself to him and for that matter a hundred more like him if they were to walk up right now. I put the bottle onto the floor but in my trembling state, knocked it over, spilling most of the contents into my white gloved hand as I tried to catch it. This was a chance to try what I had read about but never tried: I cupped my chemical-gloved hand over my face and breathed in and out.....Jesus Christ I felt good, and SO slutty. Cock...cock...cock...
I told him how much I loved his cock, I told him to fuck me good, I believe I even told him I loved him at least once, such was the state of my mind. The van had filled up with that fantastic chemical smell and even he began to respond; very soon he announced he was coming and pulled out of me, gesturing that I pull off the condom. No sooner was it off than his beautiful cock was in my face and gushing its contents into my mouth and onto lips and chin.....ooohhhh YESSS!! I squeezed and sucked for some time after he was spent and filled my mouth with a good volume of the precious seed. I wanted to swallow it so badly but as he dressed himself, I located the condom and spat that wriggling creamy charge into it...
His belt buckle clanked, he patted me on my shoulder and with that he was gone. I sat in silence for a moment, calmed my beating heart and then in sluttish mood, reached for my phone to see if I was getting another dose of cock...
Oh bugger!! Battery on red, almost flat! The charger was in the cab so I peered out of the sliding door to see if I was safe to jump out the back and into the front; I reckoned my short pretty dress and white nyloned legs were enough to cover me up for the 2 second dash outside!!
But what was this? Some grey haired, heavily built guy in an expensive 4x4 sitting behind and to one side of the van, staring at his phone! I had half an inkling he was waiting for me so took the plunge and leapt out into the front passenger seat, not caring if he saw me – half hoping he would. Phone plugged onto charge, I saw 4 messages all from guy No 2 and rapidly replied to one of them: “is it you in the 4x4?”.
Cracking the passenger door ajar, and with a milky white leg and heel on show, I peered at the 4x4 driver, whose face I could clearly see lit up by his phone. He looked up at me and nodded – yes it was him!!
Within a second I was in the back once more on my pile of dustsheets, touching up my lipstick and positioning myself in that favoured demure, girly pose. The door rumbled once more and in stepped 4x4 man, clearly a decent sort which I had already gathered reading between the lines of his profile. I also read he had a small endowment but could shoot a very heavy load – perfect!
Down came his jeans and boxers, and there it was: a most cute little button mushroom of a cock which I immediately clamped my lips around, feeling it stiffen and grow a little, sniffing my glove once again to get that slutty feeling back. I knew I was running short of time and told him so, and that he didn’t have to prove he was a long stayer, “just give me your load, sexy man”!!
“Oh my Lord” he moaned, “You’ve done that before....don’t worry here it comes and there’ll be plenty of it!”.
Oh and yes, he was so right!! He wriggled and bucked and chuckled as he pumped throbbing pulse after throbbing pulse of goo into my welcoming, grateful mouth. Again I sucked and squeezed his cock until every bit was wrung out of it, reached for the part full condom and spat load No 2 into it. And wow! What a harvest there was – surely more than 2 inches of the condom filled with lovely wriggling, musky manliness!!
He too had his trousers up in a flash but not before thanking me profusely and telling me he’d like to fuck me next time! Oohhh yes please, I agreed...lets do it soon!!
And then he was gone and I was alone again. My own cum was still intact so I was still horny but my well-used bottom tingled nicely. I was disappointed to think that Guy No 3 would have to wait this time as I really had to go, but wow!! What fun that was!!
As the make-up came off and the stockings were rolled back down my legs, a New Year’s Resolution was already forming in my mind....
“Jamie' said my boss Jim, 'take the sold stickers off that big chest in the window, load it into the big van and you can get off early: just deliver it here on your way home”, and handed me an address off Foundry Road.
'Your car will be ok in the yard or bring it in the workshop overnight, it's up to you'.
'That’s great, thanks Jim' I replied, 'I can get some peace and quiet and wrap some presents when I get home before the wife gets in - perfect!'
I got busy with the big chest and as I worked, pondered about my free few hours at home alone. And only then did it hit me. Oh my GOD! I thought. I can get this thing delivered by 1pm which leaves me over 3 hours to myself!!
“Oh my God!!!” I said again....”I'm gonna find some cock this afternoon, oh yes...AT LAST!! Yes....cock...cock...cock....” I repeated like a mantra under my breath as I worked, like I always do when I know I'm due to suck off some anonymous guy I've arranged to meet online “...cock....cock...cock....” It seems to help transport my mind from the respectable, hard working, hetero married man I am 90% of the time to the whimpering sissy cross-dressing, cock adoring, cock sucking slut I feel the inexplicable need to become. I've learned to accept it now and never fight it - that sudden moment my hormones change out of the blue....when I'm powerless to resist the urge to become whimpering, gay, cum drinking, cock-crazed, beta-boy ******. That moment when any man will do, young or old, as long as he has a willingness to feed me his cock and as big a cum load as he can muster..
But what I so know is it's THE most exciting state of mind to be in: the countdown to that moment when I break open my secret sexy clothes rucksack and transform myself from a plain looking, ordinary guy into a pretty, powder-faced, ruby red lipped, blushing blonde cock-whore in sheer nylons, fuck me heels, lacy lingerie, silicone tits and on this occasion, that shimmering, figure hugging dress I dared to buy from New Look the week before last, for an occasion like this I knew would inevitably occur... “Oh God YES.....cock....cock.....cock....”
I say 'at last' because it had been some weeks since I had met and satisfied Daddy, my long standing trusted friend who delights in feeding me his large, fat, veiny cock, delights in how I talk to it, delights in my open minded sluttiness, delights in my love of gargling with his manly seed, my love of him gushing his warm musky spunk over my face and neck.... He also loves me to meet and suck off anonymous local men and tell me all about it; he loves to set me little tasks and challenges and slaps my girly little ass if I confess I haven't done them to his liking. (My latest task is to harvest the spunk of my conquests and freeze it in condoms for some future perverse game, the thought of which revolts and excites me in huge, equal measures! But more of that in another story).
This story in fact is being written entirely for Daddy's satisfaction - the first time I have taken the time to actually write down one of my adventures - and is entirely true and really did happen just before Xmas 2018.
2018 had been the hottest summer in England for years and my hormones had been on the boil for months. I had met and sucked a few guys down a well known local cruising lane and met a few in the work Luton furniture van on days when it was a bit rainy. Oh I had been such a slut! But then September came along and frantic days at work plus a myriad of chores at home put a stop to my adventures.
One of the guys I had met on my favoured naughty site, and who I had sucked off in the Luton had been asking for more; it had been a hurried but exciting session for which I had only half dressed and I did promise him I'd make the effort to properly glam up for him at some point in the future.
He was clearly a decent sort and continued to message me in the weeks which followed with requests to try something a bit more daring, and it was he who I had in mind for this afternoon’s fun. But one guy wasn't enough...one cock and one load of spunk really had to be improved upon.
So having loaded the chest in the van and sneaked my secret dress up bag from my car boot, I drove away from the shop, parked up and replied to his last message with a simple sentence which I then copied and pasted to two other guys who I could see were online and in the area.
'Will be parked up in the old MFI car park at 2pm dressed all pretty and ready for your cock. Navy blue Luton van, side door ajar. Get in, close the door and do what you want'.
That final part of the sentence: 'do what you want' hid what I really wanted and guessed he had hinted at. And I was prepared for it - a good arse fucking which I hadn't had in goodness knows how long. So before I left the shop I had gone to the loo with my douche bulb and made sure I was ready for a good ramming should the chance arise. A bottle of poppers was tucked away in the dress up bag too..ooohhh yesss that familiar chemical smell which was the icing on the cake as a grunting man slapped and banged into me from behind..
I drove away to my delivery destination and shaved as I drove. As I pulled up on Foundry Road, I checked my messages on the site and a tingle ran through my cock and balls: Guy No 1 had replied simply 'Ok will be there'. And that meant he really would be there, and I really would be at the very least sucking one nice clean, iron hard cock in an hours time....YES!
Sometimes when a guy backs out or can't make it, it's a relief because I always get nervous or a bit scared, and can return home to kiss the wife with a clear conscience. But I never back out once a guy has confirmed, and very soon I was parked up in the deserted MFI car park, disgorging the contents of my sissy bag in the back, and applying foundation in front of a small mirror perched on the inner mudguard.
As ever, the smell of the make up and the feel of the lovely nylon on my legs, the thong up the crack of my bottom, the slipping on of the heels and the final topping off with that amazingly realistic blonde wig....had me horny as hell but scared and expectant.
I checked the site again on my phone: Guy No2 had replied and I could tell he was genuine: said he liked the sound of that and could very likely make the meet. I replied to say I was at the meet place already and had a guy confirmed for 2pm - often that would put men off but best to tell it as it is, I thought. I put the phone aside and held up the mirror at arms length to be sure I looked beautiful and slutty, when I heard the grumble of a diesel engine next to the van, and the thunk of a door. Oh God....YES! Cock...cock....
Sitting atop a pile of rope and dust sheets, I took the pose of a perfect female, making sure my knees and ankles were clasped together with my white gloved fingers entwined on my knees...men love to see a TV slut looking femme and I was very good at killing my male body language mannerisms in favour of exaggerated femininity..
The side door rumbled open, then rumbled again as it closed behind him, slightly ajar once again to let in enough light.
'Hello slut....'
'Hello Sir...'
'Want this then?' He asked as his belt and zip came undone and his heavy cock fell out, half hard and glistening .
'Yes please....God yes...'
He approached and his cock touched my chin but I resisted kissing it, instead running my hands up and down his thighs, up his belly and chest to his nipples and back down behind him over his hairy ass. I did this for some minutes then reached over to the waiting popper bottle, uncorked it and took a large sniff in readiness for that familiar and long awaited first lick of his delicious manhood. Some men when they are clean, smell of nothing, others can wash as much as they want and they still retain a strong male smell and this guy was the latter; I remembered it from last time, breathing in his warm heady musk on top of the poppers and sucked him like nothing else mattered, my face hot and glowing and my head swimming.
I sucked him for quite some time, licking the underside of his cock down to his balls, sucked one of them into my mouth and then back up to the beautiful purple plum, deep throating it like a starving gurl possessed; I gagged and wretched in a way I know men like, then stood up so I faced him.
As a a transvestite you occupy a strange position somewhere between male and female....on the one hand, horny men know that you're just another guy pretending but they also can't help themselves in treating you like a real female which can be unbelievably sexy for both.
I had become so horny that I was now keen to be snogged - normally not a thing I would contemplate but hell, I surprised myself very often when horny! I held my cheek to his and hugged him like I was a real girl...my eyes were closed and my face open to his, ready to accept his French kisses but they never came so I simply said "want to fuck me? I'm douched and clean...”
"You got a condom?" He grunted and in seconds I was unwrapping and folding it over his hot, gorgeous erection. I reached over for the lube and coated his cock followed by my expectant bottom, and positioned myself on the pile of sheets, arse in the air and head down.
And then that moment i love...to feel the heat of a stiff man nudging and pushing at me from behind....ohhhh God YESSS!! The pushing and nudging at my slit didn’t last many seconds before the end forced its way in followed by several inches of shaft....ooohhh God YESSS!!
He started to slowly fuck me in thoughtful consideration of the tiny gasp and squeal I let out as he entered....but it was only a moment before he started to ram me hard. I took the poppers bottle from inside my bra and took another deep inhalation....followed very soon by that head-swimming feeling, a hot face and a desire to totally abandon myself to him and for that matter a hundred more like him if they were to walk up right now. I put the bottle onto the floor but in my trembling state, knocked it over, spilling most of the contents into my white gloved hand as I tried to catch it. This was a chance to try what I had read about but never tried: I cupped my chemical-gloved hand over my face and breathed in and out.....Jesus Christ I felt good, and SO slutty. Cock...cock...cock...
I told him how much I loved his cock, I told him to fuck me good, I believe I even told him I loved him at least once, such was the state of my mind. The van had filled up with that fantastic chemical smell and even he began to respond; very soon he announced he was coming and pulled out of me, gesturing that I pull off the condom. No sooner was it off than his beautiful cock was in my face and gushing its contents into my mouth and onto lips and chin.....ooohhhh YESSS!! I squeezed and sucked for some time after he was spent and filled my mouth with a good volume of the precious seed. I wanted to swallow it so badly but as he dressed himself, I located the condom and spat that wriggling creamy charge into it...
His belt buckle clanked, he patted me on my shoulder and with that he was gone. I sat in silence for a moment, calmed my beating heart and then in sluttish mood, reached for my phone to see if I was getting another dose of cock...
Oh bugger!! Battery on red, almost flat! The charger was in the cab so I peered out of the sliding door to see if I was safe to jump out the back and into the front; I reckoned my short pretty dress and white nyloned legs were enough to cover me up for the 2 second dash outside!!
But what was this? Some grey haired, heavily built guy in an expensive 4x4 sitting behind and to one side of the van, staring at his phone! I had half an inkling he was waiting for me so took the plunge and leapt out into the front passenger seat, not caring if he saw me – half hoping he would. Phone plugged onto charge, I saw 4 messages all from guy No 2 and rapidly replied to one of them: “is it you in the 4x4?”.
Cracking the passenger door ajar, and with a milky white leg and heel on show, I peered at the 4x4 driver, whose face I could clearly see lit up by his phone. He looked up at me and nodded – yes it was him!!
Within a second I was in the back once more on my pile of dustsheets, touching up my lipstick and positioning myself in that favoured demure, girly pose. The door rumbled once more and in stepped 4x4 man, clearly a decent sort which I had already gathered reading between the lines of his profile. I also read he had a small endowment but could shoot a very heavy load – perfect!
Down came his jeans and boxers, and there it was: a most cute little button mushroom of a cock which I immediately clamped my lips around, feeling it stiffen and grow a little, sniffing my glove once again to get that slutty feeling back. I knew I was running short of time and told him so, and that he didn’t have to prove he was a long stayer, “just give me your load, sexy man”!!
“Oh my Lord” he moaned, “You’ve done that before....don’t worry here it comes and there’ll be plenty of it!”.
Oh and yes, he was so right!! He wriggled and bucked and chuckled as he pumped throbbing pulse after throbbing pulse of goo into my welcoming, grateful mouth. Again I sucked and squeezed his cock until every bit was wrung out of it, reached for the part full condom and spat load No 2 into it. And wow! What a harvest there was – surely more than 2 inches of the condom filled with lovely wriggling, musky manliness!!
He too had his trousers up in a flash but not before thanking me profusely and telling me he’d like to fuck me next time! Oohhh yes please, I agreed...lets do it soon!!
And then he was gone and I was alone again. My own cum was still intact so I was still horny but my well-used bottom tingled nicely. I was disappointed to think that Guy No 3 would have to wait this time as I really had to go, but wow!! What fun that was!!
As the make-up came off and the stockings were rolled back down my legs, a New Year’s Resolution was already forming in my mind....
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