A gay story: I Traded My Man Card For a Man This is a flight of fancy about giving my man card away forever. Myself, in real life, I loved that I was seduced by my loving wife and a man friend. I was allowed to drop the facade of manhood I had erected and be who I truly am. Many of my stories deal with a guy like me being seduced to the other side. This is yet another.
I didn’t know this man. Whoever he was and whatever he wanted; I had no idea. His rude manner was enough to almost make tinkle myself.
He wore a salacious look on his face as he approached me at the bar one happy hour. I was among co-workers, both male and female having a celebratory cocktail after successfully completing a long project.
You might say I was a geek or nerdy type. I stood no more than 5’6″ tall. My defining physical attribute was my bottom. Having spent my entire young and now fully adult life seated at some desk, it’s no wonder that my fanny became kind of enlarged.
Throughout my teen years, the girls always said I was cute. The boys had different words for me. To them, I was either a fag or a sissy, depending on who was calling me names.
Those names I later figured out were mostly brought on by my unconventional attire and attitude. Being small in stature, I would strut like a bantam rooster. I was putting on a front but could never ever be that aggressive. And, it did nothing to quell the name calling. The same boys that called me gay and sissy said I walked like a runway model instead of a tough guy. The girls all agreed that I was strutting my stuff.
Ever since I was a wee lad, I hated haircuts. When I was of age, I refused to have it clipped. Worn in a ponytail, my hair grew down my back nearly to my waist. But, given my size, that really wasn’t all that long.
In college, the kids were more progressive, more polite, and some, way too handsy. Some of the athletes would play grab ass when I passed by. While feeling their big hands on my round buttocks made them feel like big men on campus, I would always react the same. I would gasp, then blush and giggle as I sped away. It was my self-defense mechanism.
On of my classmates told me that it was because of what I was wearing and how long my hair was that made those guys cop a feel. “johnnie, baby doll, you mustn’t wear those bicycle shorts around those big guys. Your ass jiggles like it’s made of Jello. That and you’re so cute, they think you’re one of us.”
“Us?” I questioned.
“Us, like one of us girls, silly.”
And there it was. Men found me attractive. Not all men of course but enough to make me feel weird at times and sexy when I drank.
And I was drinking when that large man forced a room key to a nearby hotel in my hand and whispered, “I hope to see you there in 20 minutes.”
I stared in befuddled amazement as he walked off.
“Who was that?” Someone asked me.
“I have no idea.”
“Are you going to meet him?”
Some said I would be foolish. Others told me it would be an adventure. “Look, johnnie, we all saw him. He knows we know what he looks like and you have his room key so you can find out his name and text it to us so he won’t do anything to hurt you.”
They made sense. I sat holding that plastic room keycard and wondered. I mean he was a nice-looking guy. Well dressed and his cologne smelled expensive.
“I don’t know if I should go up there,” I told my group of co-workers.
“Don’t be a chicken,” some guy grinned and made clucking sounds while flapping his folded arms.
“So childish,” I thought.
I tossed back the remainder of my first martini and ordered another. I glanced at my watch; 5 minutes had passed since he rudely invited me to his room.
“At least see what he wants, johnnie. Maybe you have a rich relative you never knew who passed away and left you tons of money.”
“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen,” I told them. “Still though, I do wonder what he wants.”
I heard someone else calling me chicken. “What’s the worst that could happen, johnnie?”
“Well, for starters, I could end up in various dumpsters in plastic bags.”
I ordered my third martini and drank it quickly. My curiosity was up as alcohol fueled my bravery. “Fuck it. I’m going over there to see what he wants.” Besides those I worked with, outside of work I was pretty lonely. “I could use a friend,” I decided.
I walked out to my co-workers cheering me on with, “Go get him, johnnie,” and “If you’re not at work Monday, we’ll send the cops to the hotel.”
I settled into an Uber for the short ride. Entering the lobby, although I ‘d never been in that hotel before, I saw right off that it was a very nice place. Expensive. I saw the lobby lounge and piano bar and had an idea. Going to the front desk, I asked them to ring up the room matching the keycard and tell whoever answered to meet me in the lobby bar.
“Mr. Wallace will be right down, sir,” the clerk smiled.
I sat at a table close to the lobby, ordered just a glass of water and waited.
Maybe 5 minutes went by before that man showed. He looked over at the bar and held up two fingers without breaking stride. Sitting down across from me, he introduced himself. “My name is George Wallace. My friends call me G. W.. You may call me Mr. Wallace.”
Sliding the keycard to him, I began. “I’m johnnie. My friends call me johnnie. You may call me Mr. johnnie.”
He had a look of surprise as though no one speaks to him like I just did. Then he laughed. “For now, it’s Mr. johnnie. I hope that changes as we get to know each other.”
“So why the invite, Mr. Wallace?”
“I wanted to meet you. I’ve seen you before you know. Well, no, you wouldn’t know.”
Intrigued, I asked where he had seen me.
“The Gym on 4th Avenue where you work out.”
“You must have me confused with someone else, Mr. Wallace. I don’t work out there.”
“Sorry. Of course not working out. I’ve seen you there in your tight yoga pants and mid-drift T-shirt doing your Jazzercize dancing, seen you practicing yoga, and I’ve seen you do Aerobic exercises as well.”
“That answers the question of where you’ve seen me. It doesn’t answer the question of why you wanted me to come here tonight.”
“You’re direct, Mr. johnnie,” he chuckled. “Like I said, I’ve seen you at your finest. Those tight britches, er yoga pants rather and your fabulous, world-class bottom. I like to be direct too, Mr. johnnie. I wanted to see that ass naked.”
I blushed and stuttered, “Th.. that’s um not gonna happen, Mr. Wallace.”
He laughed. “Just kidding you. But on a serious note, I would like to get to know you better. What say we become friends?”
“I uh, well why not,” I smiled. “As my friend, you may call me johnnie.”
“To friends,” Mr. Wallace said, raising his glass in my direction. He never said I could call him by the name his friends do.
We talked into the night and he seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say.
He told me that his wife had moved on and that the divorce left him friendless. “Seems all our friends took her side, johnnie. Shame really, but that’s life.”
We made a date to meet again the next evening. Like the night before, Mr. Wallace was pleasant and although a tad gruff on the outside, he was very nice once he dropped his defenses. I found him very charismatic and charming to be honest. The more time we spent together, the more I enjoyed his company.
We met for dinner 3 nights later and Mr. Wallace was always the perfect gentleman. The way he held doors for me, helped me into my seat, his kindness seemed endless. I have to admit, Mr. Wallace made me feel special. I mean who doesn’t love it when at work, you get called down to the security desk to find a beautiful bouquet of flowers waiting?
I asked him why he sent me flowers.
“johnnie, baby, I sent them as my way to show you how much your friendship means to me. Not since my divorce have I been so happy to have someone as pleasant as you in my life.”
It was those little things like that, that over a period of a couple months Mr. Wallace had my complete trust. So much so that when he invited me to spend the weekend at his house, I readily accepted. “What should I bring?” I asked excited by a weekend away.
“Don’t pack a thing. Just bring your sexy self, baby. I have everything you’ll need.”
The week progressed ever so slowly. But Mr. Wallace showed me he was thinking of me when another bouquet of roses arrived at my office. The note said “Looking forward to this weekend, baby.”
I thought about bringing up that baby thing but decided that it was probably just one of Mr. Wallace’s quirks, his way to show his fondness.
Mr. Walace called me just before I left the office. “Baby, there’s a car out front. I sent it to pick you up. Can’t wait to see you, baby.”
“Thank you, Mr. Wallace. I am looking forward to this weekend with you too.”
I left the building and to my left stood a well-built livery driver holding a sign that read, “johnnie”. “I’m johnnie, sir,” I smiled.
He opened the back door for me and closed it. When he got back behind the steering wheel, he turned and smiled. “There’s whatever you’d like to drink, Miss johnnie. Mr. Wallace said for you to help yourself.”
I settled into the luxurious seat and wondered what was in store for me this weekend. I made a mental note to tell my host about being called Miss. I thought that not packing any clothes was not the best decision I could have made but Mr. Wallace did tell me not to bring a thing.
I watched through the window as city turned into suburbs, then rural. I hadn’t asked where Mr. Wallace lived and was wondering why he lived so far out of town.
After a two-hour ride, my driver announced we’d reached our destination and I stopped wondering why we were so far from town.. The house was larger than I would have expected a single man to live in but the ocean front bluff on which it sat screamed money.
The driver opened the front door and as I stepped into the foyer, I saw Mr. Wallace’s large, well appointed living room. The back wall was completely glass and afforded a panoramic view of the ocean. Through those doors came Mr. Wallace wearing a tight navy blue speedo. His body glistened from his recent swim.
“johnnie, baby, you’ve made me so happy. Please, come in. Let me get you a drink. Are you hungry? Was the ride pleasant?”
I had to smile at Mr. Wallace’s excitement as he swept me up in his strong arms. I placed my hands on his biceps and looked up at him. His hands were on my waist and I felt myself reacting to the intimacy I’d never known but longed for.
Smiling at him, I placed my face against his broad chest, I hugged him back. “Thank you for inviting me, Mr. Wallace. Your house, the setting is beautiful.”
It felt so nice being held that I didn’t resist when his hands slid down a bit to hold my bottom. “Mmm,” I hummed, feeling my dick grow stiff. ” Worse still, I felt his cock growing against my stomach. I realized what was happening and panicked. Please show me around,” I suggested to put an end to this embarrassing moment.
He was the quintessential host. Taking me by my hand, he showed me his kitchen, his den, and then upstairs to the bedrooms. “This one is for you, baby,” he said opening the door to an elegantly furnished bedroom that had a balcony that over-looked the ocean.
In my excitement, I inadvertently laced my fingers between his. “Oh, Mr. Wallace, it’s so beautiful and the bed is so big.”
He chuckled. “I’m glad you like it, johnnie,” he said squeezing our fingers together gently.
We stepped out onto the balcony. “Oh, you have a pool too. This is a grand place, Mr. Wallace.” As we looked out on the beach and ocean, Mr. Wallace let go of my hand and slid his arm around my waist.
“johnnie, I’ve been so lonely since, well you know. It’s wonderful having you here to share this with me.”
We stood there a few minutes. Then, with a pat on my fanny, Mr. Wallace suggested I join him in a swim. “I’d love to. One problem, I don’t have a swim suit.”
“Oh crap. I bought you an outfit for when I take you to dinner tonight and some sleepwear but no bathing suit. Let me rummage around the drawers in my room and see if I can’t find something you can use.”
I followed Mr. Wallace down the hall and into his bedroom. He went to a large bureau with a mirror and opened one of the top drawers. Tossing aside lingerie, Mr. Wallace explained that his ex hadn’t taken much with her when she left him for another man.
Mr. Wallace frantically tossed panties, bras, garter belts aside before pulling open the drawer next to the one he just emptied. Again, as he searched through the drawer, the contents flew. Finally, holding a red bikini bottom, he told me that it would be good enough. “We’ll go shopping tomorrow, baby. I’ll buy you whatever suit you’d like.”
I looked at the small garment. A tiny red bikini bottom that tied on the sides. “But Mr. Wallace, this is a woman’s bikini. I can’t wear this.”
He looked almost hurt. “Why not, johnnie. I think it would look great on you.”
“Someone might see me.”
Mr. Wallace brightened up. “No one will see you but me. The pool is enclosed with a privacy fence.”
I looked at his hopeful expression and knew what he wanted to see. “You planned this, didn’t you?”
“Huh? Me planned this?”
The sheepish look on his face having been discovered was comical. I decided then that I would not let him down. “I’ll change in my bedroom, if you don’t mind.”
“I’ll meet you poolside, baby.”
I had some difficulty mastering the art of tying the small bottoms. Finally it came to me. Tying one side, I stepped into the leg opening and pull the other side up, tying a neat bow.
The small bottom wedged between the crack of my butt which made me feel sexy. “Mr. Wallace said he wanted to see my bottom naked. This is as close as he gonna get seeing me naked,” I thought as I made my way down the staircase and onto the patio.
Mr. Wallace was laid back in a chaise lounge, a small table beside it dividing a second chaise for me. I saw the large bulge in his swim suit and seeing me in the woman’s bikini did nothing to cause it to shrink.
Sitting up, Mr. Wallace handed me a glass of white wine. “Chardonnay for johnnie,” he smiled. I went beside him and took the offered glass. Mr. Wallace used my closeness to reach around me and hold my exposed butt cheeks.
I pushed away, but not before he noticed my little boner stretching the front of the small bikini. I giggled and told him to stop. “You’re very fresh, Mr. Wallace. I hardly know you,” I teased. Then I turned my back to him giving my friend what I thought would be the closest he’d get to seeing it completely bare.
“Damn baby, your ass is everything I knew it would be. Beautiful and so sexy. Look what you’re doing to an old man.”
I turned back to see his rubbing his cock through his swim trunks. Myu own dick throbbed for some reason. I’d never considered being with a man. Not once. Not ever. But Mr. Wallace wasn’t just any man. “What the heck am I think?” I thought. “I’m going take a swim, Mr. Wallace you naughty boy,” I smiled. I set my glass down onto the table, narrowly avoiding his grabbing my bottom again and walked to the pool.
But I too was feeling a bit naughty. I swayed my bottom as best I could, knowing Mr. Wallace wouldn’t miss a thing. My throbbing dick was going to get me in trouble.
I jumped in and did a couple laps before coming to the edge of the pool. Mr. Wallce was sitting, his legs in the water. What happened next couldn’t be helped. I “accidently” swam between his legs and my planted my face against the bulge in his swimsuit.
When I realized where I was, I made no attempt to move away. “johnnie,” Mr. Wallace whispered. “Is this what you want?”
“Stop talking or you’ll scare me away,” I scolded him. I pulled the waist band down as far as I could and freed maybe 4″ of hard cock. I looked him in the eyes as I licked and kissed the head of his cock. “Does that answer your question?”
Mr. Wallace raised up so I could slide his swim suit all the way off. I placed my lips on his balls and kissed them, sucking gently and enjoying the way they moved as if churning.
Soon enough, Mr. Wallace was laying on a towel while I learned how to properly attend to a real man. He didn’t need convincing that this was my first time. My feeble attempts to take him deep and the times his cock hit my teeth were enough for Mr. Wallace to teach me how to suck his cock.
I worked his cock gently up and down as I suckled the head tasting my first man. Turning my face sideways, I used my lips to slid up and down the length of his hard shaft.
My knees were hurting when Mr. Wallace told me he was gonna cum. “Taste me, baby. Taste your man, my sweet girl.”
My tummy turned over hearing him call me his girl. Maybe it was me in a woman’s bikini that made me feel feminine, maybe there was something in the wine. Or maybe it was just Mr. Wallace. Whatever.
Having masturbated more than a few times in my 26 years, I knew to jack him quickly applying a bit more pressure. It worked, Suddenly his cock jerked and expanded with a surprising strength as he filled my mouth with his thick sperm.
I wish I could tell you that I swallowed his whole load, but I didn’t. I coughed and choked trying my best to eat his precious gift and ended up licking most off Mr. Wallace’s cock and balls.
When I finished cleaning him, he pulled me up to lay with him. My head was on his chest, his hand on my ass. “You’re truly a delightful girl,” he said without malice.
“Mr. Wallace,” I giggled, “you know I’m not a girl.”
“Baby doll, let me tell you something. That little dick doesn’t make you or anyone a man. A man, I mean a real man has a cock. I don’t say that to hurt you, johnnie, honest. But baby,” he said hugging me close, “I’ve never considered you a male in the first place.”
I turned to face him, my chin on his chest. “Sir, I don’t know about such things. I’ve never had sex with anyone before.”
Mr. Wallace looked surprised. “You’ve never fucked a woman?”
“No sir. Never.
“Ever want to?”
“Oh, for sure. I just haven’t met the right lady yet.”
“And you never will, johnnie. The right one for you simply does not exist.”
“I don’t understand what you’re telling me, Mr. Wallace.”
He smiled. “Well, here it is. You see, baby girl. Pussy has never been in your life. You, my sweet girl, simply were not destined for pussy.”
“I don’t understand, Mr. Wallace. I wasn’t meant to have sex with women?”
“Before I get into that, let’s drop the Mr. Wallace thing. Please call me Daddy, baby girl. Can you do that for me?”
I hugged him,” Yes Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now where were we. Oh yes. Women are naturally drawn to the fittest, more robust males. You have the shape and the look of a female, baby girl. I must say your disposition is quite submissive as well. No one would ever mistake you as a real man, johnnie.”
“If I’m not a man, what am I,” I asked even though I was afraid of what the answer might be.
“Daddy smiled at me. Sissy is what you are. Soft, sexy, sissy, alluring to real men. Men like me are drawn to both pussy and bois like you. Are you telling me that no man has ever hit on you, maybe grabbed that fat ass?”
I thought back to college when the jocks would do that. “They have, Daddy. In college the athletes would sometimes grab my bottom.”
“You see what I’m trying to tell you? They knew what you could do for them. They instinctively knew you’d be more than happy to kneel before them and suck their cocks. What did you do when they put their hands on that sexy ass?”
I wasn’t so sure I’d drop to my knees but did argue. “I’d giggle and walk away.”
“They and you were both young and neither they nor you had experienced or understood the dynamic between real men and sissies. When we find one as dear and sexy as you are, we take ownership. And now that I’ve found you, I intend to keep you.”
“Ownership? Keep me, Daddy? What do you mean by keeping me?”
“It means, johnnie, that you may consider yourself my property. I own you. You’re mine and mine alone. That is, mine alone unless I share you with some fortunate man on whom you could perfect your cock sucking skills.”
But what if I don’t want you to own me?”
“Simple really. You have no say as to who may own you. You’re very lucky I plucked you out of the few acceptable sissies out there. Some men are cruel. For some reason, abusing their sissy makes them feel masculine, feel better about themselves. I promise never to abuse you, johnnie. I may have need to punish you for any misbehavior which will result in a bare bottom spanking.”
“Daddy, I’m 26. No one is going to spank me.”
“Are you sure? I bet you never thought you’d become a cock sucker before you got here today?”
I started to cry. I couldn’t help it. I’d been called sissy most of my life and now Daddy has confirmed it. Daddy knew what I was crying about and held me closer. “That’s it baby, let those tears fall. Weep, johnnie. Weep for the man you never were. But baby, when you’re ready to accept who and what you are, those tears will be tears of happiness.”
“Happiness? Would you be happy learning that you were born a sissy?”
Daddy thought about my question. “Look, johnnie; the easy way you swam between my legs and kissed my cock through my bathing suit, then pulled it out. You were attracted to me, baby girl. It’s a sissy’s nature, your nature to be attracted to real men and serve them. Tell me this. Did you have a boner when you sucked my cock?”
I nodded, partly in shame and partly because I knew he was right. “Yes Daddy. Your beautiful cock made me get hard.”
“I know, baby. I know this is difficult for you to comprehend but I’ve told you this for your own good. Don’t fight your yearning, johnnie. Be my girl and be happy being my girl. You’ll find life can be beautiful.”
I left Daddy to go to the bathroom to blow my nose and dry my eyes. Daddy was picking up his swim suit and towel when I returned. “Let’s shower and dress for dinner baby.”
Seeing his cock hanging long and swaying as he walked was hypnotic.
“I see my girl is fascinated by her man’s cock.”
His voice snapped me out of my trance. “All I have are the clothes I wore. You said not to bring anything.”
“I did. I have a surprise for you. Come with me.”
We returned to my assigned bedroom. Daddy opened the closet and brought out a small suitcase and a pink leather bag. I am very good with figures, johnnie, and I figured your feminine figure out. We’re at the beach. No need to dress any way other than beach casual. You’ll find your attire in the suit case and I just know you’ll know what to do with the items in the little pink bag.”
Daddy left me to get ready and I opened the suit case. “Oh my,” I said out loud. Black panties. A pale pink Spanx. A low cut, tummy revealing cropped top with puffy ruffled short sleeves, and white sandals. Daddy expected me to wear this outfit? Panties? Really?
I laid the clothing out on the bed and thought about the events of the day. While I wasn’t sure I liked being owned, Daddy was very nice to me. I truly believed he cared about my feelings. And there was that feminine feeling I had earlier that hadn’t quite left me. I thought how nice it felt when Daddy held me after I blew him. His broad hairy chest, his big hand holding my bottom. It all seemed so right, so perfect then. Why was I resisting that which made me feel such comfort?
I opened the leather bag. Lipstick, mascara, eye liner. All the stuff a woman would wear on a date. And I had no idea how to put any of it on except the lipstick.
I could feel my dick get hard again. I got into the shower in my ensuite and took the rubber band out of my pony tail. As I washed, I thought about what Daddy had said and the clothes he expects me to wear. “I certainly didn’t want a spanking.”
“Daddy thought of everything.” The hair dryer hanging by the mirror, the hair brush, tooth brush and paste. If nothing else, Daddy was prepared and very generous.
Still naked, I blew out my hair and decided to leave it brushed down on the sides of my face instead of my usual ponytail.
I retrieved the lipstick and while it took me more than a couple tries to get it right, I was happy with the result. Looking at my painted lips, I thought about the cock that passed through them earlier. Even as my dick twitched, I still couldn’t believe I did that. But I knew I’d be doing that a lot.
I knew it. I knew the panties would show. I had pulled on the French-cut panty and pink Spanx. You could easily see I was wearing black panties through the thin material. I looked like a hot trailer trash chick on the prowl.
I pulled the top over my head, straightened out my hair, put on the sandals and took a deep breath. Now for Daddy to see what he’s created.
“Well?” I asked Daddy. “How does your sissy look?”
“Just splendid. Turn around and let your Daddy see that fat ass.”
“You’ll be able to see my panties through them.”
“Yes. Just as I planned. You look pretty with your hair down. I want you to wear like that always.”
“Even at work?”
“Even there. We may have to get your belly button pierced too, baby. Something that proves my ownership.”
Ever the gentleman, Daddy continued to treat me as though I was a woman. Opening doors, seating me. He even used his napkin to wipe a bit of cocktail sauce from my face during dinner.
It was while we were having an after dinner drink that Daddy told me what I could expect from him tonight. Taking my hand, he assured me he would be gentle when he took my virginity.
“Um, you mean you’re going to fuck me?”
“That I am, princess. I’ve been wanting to turn that fat ass into a pussy for some time now.”
“Yes, I know. You weren’t shy about telling me that either.”
Daddy kissed my hand. Baby girl, life it too short to beat around the bush. You see something you want, you have to grab it.”
Later we were standing on the patio listening to the ocean. Daddy moved behind me. He crossed his arms over the front of me and held me close. The warmth of his body contrasted nicely with the cool ocean breeze. I put my hands on the backs his.
I felt Daddy’s cock growing and his hands began exploring me. Reaching up under my blouse, daddy played with my nipples, pinching gently, slowly adding pressure until I moaned. I turned in his arms, my hands on his tight ass. Daddy ran his hand under my hair on the back of my head. Holding me still, I closed my eyes as his lips met mine.
His tongue probed my mouth, finding my own tongue a willing partner in his seduction. I’d never been kissed like Daddy was kissing me. Quick pecks, kisses on the cheek, for sure. This was new, different, exciting. I felt that familiar feminine feeling washing over me.
I reached between us and fondled Daddy’s growing cock. Unzipping his trousers, I knelt like the good sissy I was meant to be. I kissed his cock through his trousers then reached in and freed the object of my desire.
Daddy ran his fingers through my hair. “That’s my good girl,” he said, his voice raspy. “Show your daddy what a good cock sucker his sissy is, johnnie.”
I knelt back and unfastened his belt and helped Daddy out of his shoes, trousers and underpants. He pulled his shirt off as I held his ass and swallowed as much of his cock as I could.
“Wait a minute, baby. I expect my cock suckers to be naked when she services her Daddy. But you are special. Leave your panties on. And just so you know, I want you to wear panties all the time. At home, here, at work. Toss out you man panties and wear what’s appropriate for my sissy.”
Daddy watched as I peeled my Spanx down. I knew what he wanted to see so before bending to remove the garment, I turned my back to him. Bending at the waist, I felt Daddy step in behind me. Holding my hips, Daddy pressed his cock between the cheeks of my big bottom.
“Grab your ankles, bitch,” he growled. I felt the sawing, back and forth as Daddy slid his cock up and down like he was fucking me.
He held me and faux-fucked me for several minutes before telling me to turn around.
Daddy must have been really aroused. He grabbed my hair furiously fucked my face as he cursed and called me his faggot sissy, cock sucking bitch, and more.
All I could do was hold on to his thighs as he rammed his cock into my throat forcing me to deep throat him for the first time. I loved it. I loved knowing I turned Daddy on so that he was almost frantic to cum.
As if to show me who was in charge, Daddy held the back of my head and jerked his cock covering my face neck and chest with his copious ejaculate. Then he used his cock to collect what sperm he could and had me lick it off.
“Damn that was good. Go wash up, baby girl.”
I scampered off and cleaned up as I was told. Returning to Daddy, I had a question. Daddy? What about me?”
“What about you?”
“Well, I haven’t cum yet and I’m getting sore down there.”
Daddy turned from the bar, a drink in his hand. Still naked, his cock was still enthralling. “Come sit with me, johnnie.”
Daddy pulled me onto his lap. “Damn girl, I love the feel of your ass in panties on my cock.”
My arms were around his neck. I kissed his cheek.
“Now you were wondering if I’d get you off, help you cum??
“Yes sir. I mean it’s just…..”
A quick swat on my bum shut me up.
“Real men like what you can do for them just as you like performing your sissy duties. But real men aren’t going to play with your tiny dick, even if it was 12″ long. It’s not what we do. But, when I fuck you, when we make love, you’ll have your orgasm, just like a woman. It’s nothing intended. Your orgasms aren’t important to me. When you cum from being fucked, it’s only a by-product of me getting mine.”
“Then what you’re telling me, Daddy is that…”
Another swat on my bottom told me Daddy wasn’t finished.
“What I’m telling you is the real men use people like you for our own gratification. You are useful in many ways, baby, but mostly to keep my balls drained.”
“That’s not much of a life for me, Daddy,” I pouted.
“johnnie, I know you’re smart. I know you’ve been to college and all but girlfriend, you have no clue to what life is all about.”
“Daddy,” I whispered.
“What now?”
“Shut up and take me to bed. I want you to fuck your sissy.”
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