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He was my first. I’d heard of it but not experienced it.
We’d been lovers for a time. I appreciated his enthusiasm. So far he’d matched my imagination. I looked forward to our meetings, to his fucking me. With little suggestion he did everything I wanted – oral pleasure, me on top, doing me doggy style in every room in my house. His control was lacking but my experience with older men had showed me that condition resolved itself in time.
I was surprised when he expressed his desire to put on women’s clothing. I’d not done that with a man but I was intrigued. Where would this lead? I found him some tap pants and matching top, shiny satin, a bright green.
His eyes lit up when I showed it to him. He looked to me for confirmation.
I nodded. So he wanted a bit of domination, role-reversal. He wanted to submit to me. That was humorous actually since I’d been in charge from the beginning. Nothing unusual, the way women lead men around all my life, carefully so the arrangement was not overt in a vulgar way but essentially always.
I decided to indulge him.
“Put it on,” I said. I watched him undress, his cock already rock-hard. mardin escort He’s a handsome one, tall, broad shouldered. That inside him was something timid and needy truly interested me.
Once dressed I pushed him in front of the mirror. He loved his new look. He turned, primped, showed his bottom to himself. ‘Nice ass’ I thought, playfully but gave him only a reserved smile.
I found my hairbrush and brushed his hair into a feminine wave. He smiled at me and I put a barette in it. Again, the mirror. Ah, I thought. I found my clip-on earrings, some gold circles with a geometric pattern. I put them on him and he winced at the unfamiliar pressure. He smiled, then, remembering watching me take them off, put them on, many times.
“I’ll get your ears pierced later,” I told him and the horror of discovery washed over his face. I smiled and whispered, “If you don’t please me.” His pre-cum was soiling the tap pants but I resolved to teach him to wash my lingerie. He’d probably enjoy that if I dressed him up first. A maid’s outfit, I thought. My giggle got his attention.
I pushed him to the bathroom, swatting his pretty bottom with marmaris escort my hairbrush. Some highlighter, a bit of foundation, some blush and I looked in the mirror. I was getting aroused by then so I settled for a bit of mascara, thought ‘liner’ so I did a touch of that, and finally, the reddest lipstick I could find. His skin was darker than mine and I made a note to buy something in a purple shade that would match.
His face in the mirror showed him entranced with the idea. As much my ‘making’ him as him being made up.
I brought him back to the room where we fucked, stood him in front of a full length mirror. As he padded away I wished I had a pair of heels in his size. He’d had me wear my ‘fuck me’ heels while we did it sometimes. I realized I’d created a mental shopping list. Who was sicker, I wondered, him or me?
“Imagine” I told him, then sent him to the kitchen to get us a beer. While he was gone I swept off my dress and hose and bra. I changed to the roughest pair of jeans I owned and a boyish tee shirt. I pulled my hair back and fastened it so I looked quite boyish. When he walked in with the beer he offered me nevşehir escort one and I pointed at the bedside table and he put them down. His nails were a wreck, I thought. That would be fun. Have him come with me to the salon and get his nails done. Esme’ would love it, probably do them herself while my favorite girl did mine.
‘Matching?’ I wondered.
Turning to me I kissed him, hard, bending him backward the way men do without thinking. To his credit he resisted but I persisted and for the first time felt his physical submission to me. ‘Her’ I thought and and said, “What is your name, honey?” in a brusque tone.
“Allie,” she said, blinking at me. The name did it. That was all.
I kissed her again and this time she gave herself to me totally, letting my lips and tongue do the kissing as she accepted being kissed. My hands rubbed over her body, her breasts, her soft belly, the firmness behind the silky drawers. I stroked it as I’d been stroked before.
Pressure on her shoulders and she knelt, looked up at me. ‘What do you want’ but not really, she knew, she just wanted to be coaxed. “Take it out,” I said and for the first time she noticed the bulge behind my jeans. I knew I’d buy a proper strap-on but only after she begged me. For now, the lifelike flesh-colored dildo popped out when she unzipped me.
Fool, she looked up at me and saw only resolve. I grinned, “Suck it.”
Her eyes closed.