A gay story: Some Itches Need Scratching My wife Alex and I had just moved to a new city. We’re in our early 30’s and we both worked from home for the most part. Alex had more of a hybrid schedule, and she sometimes traveled. It was spring, we’d only lived here for about a month and hadn’t really met anyone aside from some casual greetings around the neighborhood. I’m a runner and I spent a lot of my time when I wasn’t working, exploring the city on my runs. One morning, Alex and I were walking out of a coffee shop in our neighborhood and a man coming into it held the door open for us.
“Thank you” said Alex.
“Absolutely.” Said the man.
We were standing outside for a few minutes, watching people and their dogs etc, when the man who held the door for us walked out of the shop. He was wearing a t-shirt, some running shorts and running shoes, and looked a bit sweaty like he’s just finished a run.
“Hey, I think you guys just moved in across the street from me. Alter St. right?”
“Yea we did!” Alex said excitedly which mad me roll my eyes a little.
I wasn’t oblivious to the fact that this guy had it going on. He was a good 6 feet tall, dark skinned, very fit, and just all around put together well. His shorts didn’t exactly leave a lot to the imagination either. There was something massive in there and his sweatiness made his shorts cling to it just enough to make out an outline.
“I thought so. I’ve seen you guys coming and going a bunch I just haven’t had the opportunity to introduce myself. I’m Michael.” He reached out his hand.
“Alex” Alex said, and then i noticed her shoot a quick glance down at his shorts. “And this is my husband Mark.”
Now, I’m straight (with a secret fantasy or two.). Very secret. While I’ve only ever been with girls, I’ve always had a bit of an infatuation with panties and lingerie (like, me, wearing them.) And maybe a secret attraction to men’s cocks.. I’ve had my share of fantasies about sucking cock, swallowing cum, being fucked.. I’m human. Could be too much porn, could be more I don’t know. I’ve never acted on any impulses though. I’m straight, I’m married, end of story…but the porn i jerk off to sometimes is another story entirely…and the sight of the outline of Michael’s “situation” most certainly ignited a flame of femininity that burns deep inside me.. I quickly suppressed it.
Michael and I shook hands. His hand was far larger than mine. I’m about 5′ 8″-115 lbs. I’m certainly of a slight build. I fought the urge to stare down at his dick which might as well have been dangling out of the bottom of his shorts.
“How long have you lived over on the block?” Alex asked.
“A little over 10 years, my girlfriend Tara and I.” Alex hid her disappointment. I smiled.
“Are you a runner?” I asked, nodding my head at his outfit.
“Haha. Yea, how’d you guess?” He laughed.
“Mark is a runner too. He’s out there all the time.” Said Alex. She was all eyelashes and smiles.
“Ah yea? We should run together.” Said Michael.
“Yea that could be cool” I lied. He was friendly, and it would be cool to have a running buddy, but admittedly, the flirting was making me jealous and I felt nervous about how much I was still thinking about his cock. I think he picked up on my lack of enthusiasm.
“Yea, well, we can figure out a time soon. I run most days. Welcome to the neighborhood!” Michael said as he finished his drink and made to jog away.
“Nice to meet you!” Alex said
We walked home and stood on our stoop for a few minutes. Alex was giddy.
“He was so nice! You should go running with him. Maybe he could show you some fun routes.”
“Yea maybe”. I said
“What’s your problem?” Alex complained.
“You just want to see him in those shorts again” I laughed.
“Don’t be stupid” she said. I knew she was picturing a cock in her head- and it wasn’t mine. It did hurt my pride a bit. But I was also picturing his cock and I felt ashamed and humiliated.. and turned on. What a mess.
Just then we saw a woman step out of Michael’s house across the street. Must have been his girlfriend, Tara. Holy moly she was hot. Around 5′ 4″, short hair, perfect tits, the yoga pants most definitely helped. She waved at us and walked over. She was holding a package.
“Hi, I’m Tara. Is one of you Mark?”
“That’s me” I said.
“I think this is yours.” Tara held out the package. It was indeed mine.
“Deliveries get mixed up here all the time.”
“Thanks. Hey, we just met your boyfriend, Michael a few minutes ago at the coffee shop.”
“Oh that’s great! Silly, we haven’t had a chance to introduce ourselves until now.”
“Ah, no big deal, It’s nice to meet you now!” I said.
“You too!” Tara waved and went back in her house.
Alex, rolled her eyes at me as we went inside. “Now who’s being stupid”. I said.
Alex went to the bathroom after we got inside. I kept thinking about Tara across the street. I got a little hard. “Yea, see? I’m totally straight.”. Alex got out of the bathroom and noticed my hard on in my pants.
“Haha. Now what’s going on in there?”.
I was so turned on, imagining Tara.
“What does it look like?” I replied.
“Let’s find out…”. Tara looked sly. She knelt down in front of me and started pulling my pants down. My cock sprung out like a catapult. I was really surprised! Pleasantly. We’d been together for around ten years. Blowjobs werent exactly frequent. But I wasn’t about to complain. I did wonder what had got her so into the mood though. I wondered if she had been thinking about what she (and I) saw outlined in Michael’s pants.. Alex started licking my shaft. Damnit now i was thinking about what was in Michael’s pants. Alex, played with my balls and started slowly sucking my cock. She was really going for a pornographic vibe which again, NEVER happens. But there I was, having my cock sucked by my wife, and we were picturing Michael’s cock. Alex probably imagined it was his cock in her mouth… and I… well I also wished his cock was in my mouth. I needed to get this out of my head. I took my cock out of Alex’s mouth and stood her up and turned her around. I yanked her shorts down and stuck my face in her pussy. I passionately kissed her clit and tongued her, getting her as wet as possible. Alex moaned, breathing loudly. I threw her down on the couch and she raised her legs in the air. I proceeded to plow into my wife. Don’t get me wrong, I was enjoying fucking my wife. But there was a percentage of me trying to PROVE to myself that I was enjoying fucking my wife at the same time. I thought about Michael’s cock again. “Fuck.”. I said out loud.
“Yea baby, Fuck me. Your dick feels so fucking good baby.” Alex said.
I wondered if she was picturing Michael as the one dicking her down, with that undoubtedly huge cock. Oh god. His cock just filled my thoughts. I wanted to see it swollen, pulsing in front of my face. I wanted to feel it fucking me, filling me up.
“Oh fuck, Im gonna cum..”
Alex grabbed my asscheeks as screamed. “YES baby YES cum in me!” I wished she would let me cum on her face.. but she always said it seemed “degrading.” Oh well. I’d let Michael cum on my face. Hell I WISHED he would.
I unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum into Alex. It flowed out of her when I pulled out.
Alex kissed me and went back to the bathroom to clean up. I flopped down onto the couch, panting. “See?”. I said to myself. “Nothing to worry about. Totally straight.”
Alex left for a work trip the next morning and would be away for a couple nights. I was looking forward to getting some work done, running, maybe a little porn, ya know, normal stuff. Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone through the front window walking to the door. I heard a knock and then saw them walking away. A delivery driver. I wondered what Alex ordered. I grabbed the package and brought it inside. It was a large brown envelope addressed to the house across the street. Michael and Tara’s house. “Man they really do just fuck up the deliveries all the time.” I went to put on my shoes and bring the package to their house when I noticed the sender’s label- Victoria’s Secret. I instantly got a hard on. Both my “thing” for lingerie and imaging Tara’s hot ass body worked together to really turn me on. I really wanted to know what was inside.. No no no. I couldn’t. It’s dishonest. It’s weird. It’s illegal probably… but.. maybe no one would find out? Surely i could play dumb if anyone asked if I’d seen the package. “Maybe it was stolen” I could say. Porch pirating is a total thing. I tore the package open.
“Oh Tara you slut.” I said to myself
There was a three pack of lace thongs-the kind with the wide band, a couple lacey boyshort styles, a strappy g string (I could cum), and finally a holy grail item- A white satin and lace thong body suit. My head spun. But i was less driven by the thought of Tara wearing these things.. and more driven by my desire to put them on myself. I felt that feminine flame ignite.
I tried everything on. Posing in the mirror, naked other than my new panties, arching my back as girly as i could. The way they felt against my skin was amazing but something wasn’t right about my look.. I was a little too hairy. I went to the bathroom and let my panties fall to my ankles. I grabbed a razor and got in the shower. I proceeded to shave my pubes, balls, and the surrounding area. I looked in the mirror. Better.. but my asshole was still too hairy. I was a little scared though. The rest of my shaven area I could explain to Alex.. “I like the way it feels” would be sufficient. But my asshole? Why shave that? It didn’t matter. I was too high on whatever sissy fantasy I was living in (and just straight up high), prancing around in my panties, I got back in the shower and shaved my asshole smooth. Wow. I felt and looked so sexy. I’d slipped into the bodysuit at this point and I went to the computer and started surfing porn. Sissy hypno vids, cock lust slideshows, humiliation gifs… you name it. I kept rubbing my dick and smooth balls through my slutty lingerie.
My feminine desire had taken over completely. I started shopping for dildos on Amazon.. big ones. Realistic dildos with balls. I was salivating. I thought if Alex won’t be back for a few nights, I could order something for next day delivery and no one would know! I was hesitant though. It felt like crossing a line. Panties and porn are one thing but owning my own dildo? Thats not really what a straight guy does…
I heard a knock at the door. I was so surprised by it that I clicked accidentally clicked “place order.”
“Fuck” I said. I hid in my seat by the computer- If i stood up i risked whoever was at the door being able to see me if they looked through the window. I heard the knock again. I looked around the room. I saw my running shorts and running jacket hanging next to the front door. I had’t put the stockings on yet, the shorts would suffice. “Maybe they’ll just go away” I thought. AGAIN, the knock! So I slinked out of the computer chair and crawled toward the only clothes in sight, praying I wasn’t spotted.
I got to the door, on my hands and knees, and grabbed my shorts and jacket. I put them on on the floor and stood up. I looked through the peephole. It was fucking Michael from across the street. “You’re fucking kidding me” I whispered.
Feeling very caught, I took a deep breath, and opened the door.
“Hey, Michael… What’s umm, what’s up?
“Hey Mark, I was just heading out for a run and thought of you. I wondered if you wanted to come with?”
Mortified, standing there in some slutty clothes under my jacked and shorts that were intended for HIS girlfriend, I stammered “Oh, umm, right, I…”
“No pressure dude. I’m just offering. We’d sorta talked about it the other day and I was just following up. It looks like.. well it looks like you’re gearing up to head out there anyway?”
Damn. I remembered the clothes that I had just put on to cover up. I had no excuse. It would be weirder to protest than to just go with it. “Just act cool” I thought. “He hasn’t caught you.”
“Yea man, I was just about to head out. Let’s do it. Lemme just grab my shoes.” I glanced at the open Victorias Secret package on the kitchen counter but there wasn’t anything I could do. I grabbed my shoes, checked my jacket zipper (the only thing concealing my lace lingerie, and closed the door behind me.
We walked to the end of the block, chatting for a second about which direction to run (I didn’t care.. I was so embarrassed and I just wanted to get the run over with so I could get home and get OUT of these clothes.).
Michael faced me for a second. My eyes shot down at his shorts. Sure enough, you could make out something large underneath. Not quite as obvious as the other day but it was definitely there. I felt my previously very scared cock twitch.
“We could run toward the stadiums. It’s a few miles and then a few miles back. Grab a coffee at the end? Sound cool?…. Mark?…
I must have still been looking down toward his cock. A couple moments must have passed and I snapped out of it. “Oh yea sorry. Yea whatever you think.”
Michael looked at me with a bit of a raised eyebrow but then he said “Ok, Let’s go then.”
We ran down toward the stadiums like Michael said. Some of the time I ran in front of him, terrified that he could somehow see my thonged ass and lace lingerie. Mostly we chatted about bullshit and I did my best to stay focused. But the way my umm, underthings, felt as I ran were making it difficult to concentrate. At first I was scared that Michael would find out that I was wearing it, but now I was just reveling in my skanky outfit that i wore beneath my clothes. With every stride I felt the fabric on my skin. I felt the thong rubbing against my shaved asshole and I could feel my shaved asscheeks rubbing against one another as I ran. It was a good thing that bodysuit was so tight too.. It kept my cock pressed against my body. Otherwise I would surely have been running around with a visible boner.
We’d made it back to the neighborhood and headed toward the same coffee shop we’d originally met at. We got coffees and stood outside for a minute. I was feeling a bit more relaxed now that I was almost home.
Michael looked as his phone. “I just saw a notification that a package was delivered. Probably while we were out. Wanna head back?”
I must have turned white. He couldn’t mean THE package right?
We drank our coffee walking back to our houses. All the while, as we walked I kept darting my eyes toward his crotch. I couldn’t help it. He was all sweaty again and you could really just straight up see it…clear as day. Swinging and flopping around as he walked. It’s a wonder that no one has ever mentioned it to him, but, that would be an awkward thing to bring up.
We got back to his stoop and much to his surprise (NOT mine) there was no package on his stoop.
“Fucking porch pirates man.” Said Michael.
“Maybe Tara brought it inside?” I offered
“Nah, Tara’s left earlier for her sister’s about an hour away for the weekend. You didn’t notice anything earlier did you? Or maybe Alex did?”
I wanted to disappear. “Ah, no I didn’t see anything. Alex is actually away for work so she wasn’t here either.”
“So annoying.” Michael said. “Alright well I gotta get back to some work. Good running with you man, let’s do it more.”
“For sure!” I said. See ya later.”
I went inside my house, locked the door, and let out a giant sigh. That was ridiculous. Way too close. I felt so guilty. I’d stolen a package of panties, worn them, shaved my body, went running, secretly in a women’s thong bodysuit, bought a dildo…
“Fuck!” I said out loud. I’d totally forgotten about the dildo. I signed into my amazon account and clicked “orders.” I was sure i could cancel the order. It had only been a couple hours. But they had to be efficient as hell didn’t they. There it was on the screen: “Shipped. Arrives tomorrow.” But, I reassured myself. Alex won’t be back for a couple more days, no one knows… I can definitely survive this. I took a deep breath. I was actually a bit excited i realized. I wondered what it would look like. I wondered what it would FEEL like. I got hard again. I was still wearing the bodysuit. I took my shorts and jacket off and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked pretty sexy honestly. I was very slim and toned and I thought this slutty look suited me well.
I clicked the link to the dildo that i bought again. “9 inch extra girth realistic dildo cock.” What an embarrassing thing to have in my purchasing history. Embarrassed or not, my cock was hard. I imagined Michael’s cock. I felt hot and tingly inside. I took out my 6 inch cock. I had a nice dick but I’ll bet it would look small next to Michael’s. “Ugh” I thought. My wife only left THIS morning and all I’ve done is think about panties and my neighbor’s cock. What’s wrong with me? “Eh, it’s just a fantasy. Just an itch I need to scratch sometimes.” I thought. I thought about Michael’s cock. I thought about what it would be like to suck it, what it would feel like in my mouth. I wondered what it would be like to try to deepthroat it, to feel it cum. I fantasized about him cumming in my mouth and on my face. I jerked off and came SO hard.
I spent the next day refreshing the order tracking page in my Amazon account over and over again. I was so distracted I couldn’t get any work done. I’d been alternating pairs of different panties every hour or so, constantly checking out my ass and little bulge in the mirror. I forgot to eat, all I’d done is go for a run (wearing panties) go to the coffee shop (wearing a different color panties) and stare at the computer, hoping to see “package delivered” when i refreshed the page. It consumed my whole day. Sometime around 6pm I decided to take another exhibitionist walk in my lingerie. I was out of beer so I walked out to get some. I wore the strappy g string under some running shorts and a t shirt (dark colored so there wasnt a chance anyone could see all the straps from my elaborate thong sticking up out of my shorts.).
When I got home I set a 12 pack down on the counter and went to the computer to click refresh. My heart fluttered. “Package Delivered. Left by front door.”. I opened the door but there was nothing there. Hmm… I went back to the computer and looked at the delivery notification. The delivery person had taken a photo of the package on the porch and… that wasn NOT my porch in the photo. Those were brick steps and mine were cement. I looked out the window, across the street, at Michael’s stoop… sure enough, brick steps. I wanted to die. What should I do? What if he’d opened it? After all, I’d opened Tara’s package. Everything terrible went through my head. I imagined the package said “MARK’S GIANT DILDO BECAUSE HE’S A SISSY BITCH” printed right on the top. I was mortified.
Every panic inducing scenario swirled through my mind. And then, of course, a knock at the door. I didnt have to look to see who it was. I knew. I opened the door and there was Michael… holding my package. Containing a large dildo. That I’d bought. For myself. Ugh how embarrassing. I braced myself.
“Hey Mark! Another mix up, what are the odds?! Maybe if we start typing in each other’s addresses our packages will show up at the CORRECT place haha.”.
Michael stood on my stoop. He was sweaty again, glistening, shorts and all, he must have got back from running right before I got back with the beer. I HAD to go out for beer didn’t I. He was bigger than me. In every way. He wasn’t JACKED. He was just muscular. And for the first time, I was attracted to more than just his cock…oh that cock though… the thought of his cock made my insides burn. Dark, thick I’ll bet, I wonder just how big it was. My mind went back to the dildo. I looked at the box. It wasn’t open and it didn’t look like there was any writing on it that would suggest what was inside. Thank fucking GOD.
“Haha yea. Good idea, thanks Mike.”. I said, relieved.
“Of course man.” He said. I saw him look past me into the house. “What are you getting into”?
“Ah, no plans. Just hanging here tonight.”
Michael handed me the box and glanced at the beers on the counter.
“Stella. Nice choice.”
“You want a beer?”. I asked.
All I wanted was to be left alone with my new dildo. But I didn’t want it to be weird a weird interaction. Michael knew I had no plans. And beer. And… well I don’t know I just said it. It just came out ok? And in any other scenario I would definitely want to hang with him. He was a nice guy and I DID want a friend in this new city. I could open my package later right? Right.
“Sure man.” Michael walked in.
I opened a beer and handed it to him.
“Thanks.”
“How long is Tara away?” I asked him. I was once again very aware of my panties.
“Couple days”. He said. “Alex too right?”
“Yep.” I said.
“Don’t know about you Mark, but it’s a welcome break. We’ve been together for a long time and it’s nice to have some space every now and then.”
“Don’t have to tell me man” I said. “Don’t get me wrong, I love Alex of course…”
“Of Course!” Michael said, finishing a beer.
I handed him another. We kept chatting about our respective female partners which led to a little complaining, naturally.
“Tara and I used to be wild dude. But nowadays the sex is just vanilla. Hell, I even went as far as trying to spice things up by ordering her some sexy stuff from Victoria’s Secret. But it seems like the package was stolen or something I don’t know.”
HE ORDERED IT?! I felt my face drain. The package was indeed stolen Michael and you’re standing in the panty clad thief’s kitchen drinking beers with him.
“Damn no way. That’s fucked up.” I managed, and finished my beer. “I gotta pee.”
I went to the bathroom. I pulled down my shorts, took my cock out from my thong and heard Michael call out:
“Hey Mark where do you keep the recycling?”
“By the back door” I answered. I’d only just finished yelling it when i remembered what was on top in the recycling bin- The package and pink and white envelope from Victoria’s Secret. I panicked. I hastily tucked my cock into my panties and pulled up my shorts. I got back to the kitchen and saw Michael. He was there by the recycling bin, holding his empty Victoria’s Secret envelope.
“What’s this Mark?” I just stood there saying nothing. Michael looked me in the face and asked again. “Did you.. take my package?”
“I….”
“What the fuck Mark? I don’t understand.” Michael looked so confused
“Mike I….” I was really stuck. I was caught. Nothing I could do. I looked at Michael. Now he looked angry.
“Explain yourself Mark! Why did you take my package?” He yelled at me.
“It was delivered here! I thought maybe Alex ordered something.” A feeble lie.
“It doesn’t say Alex’s name on it does it?” Michael screamed
“No. It…doesn’t” I looked at the floor
“Who is it addressed to?” Michael pressed
“Your house. To Tara.”
“SO WHY DID YOU OPEN IT?! AND WHERE ARE THE THINGS THAT WERE IN IT?” Michael was pissed. Rightfully so. It was…. a little hot. Being caught. Screamed at. I mean, I wished I was dead, but also it was hot.
“I was.. I was curious. I’m sorry! I just really like lingerie.” I couldn’t believe I just said that.
“You WHAT?” Michael said, looking thoroughly confused. He shot a look at my torso. I looked down and saw that my t-shirt was tucked under some of the straps on the side of my g-string. I looked back up at Michael.
“Mark are you…. are you wearing some?” He said. Almost unable to believe it.
What could I really say at this point. I just stood there.
“Wow. This is crazy. This is, well. I can’t believe this.”
I just sulked. I felt paralyzed
Then, I saw Michael move. He grabbed another beer and opened it.
“Well let’s see what’s in your fucking package then.” He said.
“Wait. Hang on though. Michael. Please…” I pleaded. But, it didn’t matter. He was already opening it. He pulled out another plain brown box, probably about 10 inches long… Then he opened it and his eyebrows raised.
“Ah.” Michael smirked. “Let me guess. This is for Alex right?”
“…Yes?” I tried.
Michael nodded sarcastically. “Mmm hmm. Yea I don’t believe you Mark. This is for you.” He reached in and pulled out my dildo. It was big. Embarrassingly so. Somehow I thought I’d feel less humiliated if it was smaller…probably not. I was far beyond humiliated though. I wanted to disappear. Michael shook his head and laughed.
“Oh Mark. You little slut! Alright then. Let’s see it.” Michael interrupted my thoughts of shame
“What?” I almost whispered it.
“Show me what you’ve got on under there.” He said forcefully, in a way that made my dick twitch.
“Umm”
“Now Mark! I’d like to at least see SOMEONE in the lingerie I bought.” He said.
I hesitated.
“Pull your fucking shorts down you little bitch.” He said it so calmly but in a way that made me feel like he wasn’t going to ask again.
I slid my shorts down exposing my panties. Oh my god I was so embarrassed. Words just can’t describe.
“And the shirt Mark. Take it all off.”
I did as I was told.
I stood motionless. I realized I had one knee bent in, borderline daintily. My back was arched too.
“You certainly look ridiculous. Turn around so I can see your ass.”
I turned.
“Mmm hmm. Ok. Not bad. Let’s go get the rest and you’ll try them all on for me.”
I opened my mouth to protest but Michael just shook his head at me. I turned and walked to the bedroom where the other panties were. Michael followed. I looked over my shoulder at him and he was staring at my ass. I was kind of flattered all of a sudden.
“Go on then sweetheart.” He said. The word “sweetheart” felt very unusual.. and very sexy. It felt so girly. I was liking Michael being in control.
I did a full on fashion show. Somewhere around “white lace thong” I noticed Michael rubbing his cock through his shorts. He saw me looking.
“It’s all coming together now. I can’t believe I didn’t notice it before. You’re quite a little sissy bitch aren’t you Mark?” His words sounded more playful now. I realized I was having a good time modeling these panties for Michael. I felt so sexy spinning around showing him my ass. “These all look great on you Mark. You make a fantastic lingerie model.”
I blushed. “Thankyou Michael.”
“Sir”. He corrected me.
“Thankyou Michael….Sir.” I said.
“That’s right. Ah, I almost forgot while watching your tiny, sexy ass flaunt these panties. Turn around and change into that lacey suit thing.” Michael ordered.
I let my thong fall to the floor and pulled the bodysuit on. It felt so soft on my skin. I turned around and Michael was holding the dildo out toward me. “Here you go sweetie. I know you want it. Tell me you want it.”
“I…. want it”. I stammered.
“Louder slut! Tell me you want YOUR dildo.”
“I want my dildo!” I shouted. Michael handed it to me. I took it from him and held it. I gazed at it for a few moments. It was plasticky. Firm. I was really turned on by it. And the whole situation. The humility was really doing it for me.
“What were you going to do with that if it it had just shown up at your door and none of this had happened?” Michel asked me.
“I.. I don’t know.” I said.
“Haha. Yes you do. I know too.” He laughed at me. “There are a couple places that dildo was going to go and you know it. Don’t play dumb. Now start with your mouth.”
He was right, obviously. I just didn’t imagine I’d be performing it in front of my neighbor, in lingerie, that he’d bought. I raised the dildo to my face and opened my mouth. I sucked on the tip. I closed my eyes and tried to get of much of it in my mouth as I could but it was SO big. And it was quite hard. It hurt my throat when I tried to push further.
“You know what Mark?” I opened my eyes when Michael spoke. I looked at him with the dildo in my mouth. “I hate seeing you struggle. Maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll let you try a real cock. It won’t be any smaller though, I must warn you.” Michael rubbed his crotch as he finished his sentence. “Is that something you want?”
I didn’t know what to say. i think I was trying to maintain some sense of reluctance..uselessly. Look what I was wearing. Look at the dildo in my hand.
“Ok…. sir.” I said remembering the “sir” part.
“Go on and ask for what you want then sweetheart.” He said
“May I please…try your cock?” I said quietly
“Eh. That wasn’t great. Try again. Tell me you need it. And tell me why.” Michael was really laying it on. What good was fighting it? I’d nothing left to hide. I’d tried on all of the panties for him and tried to deepthroat a dildo… what was going to humiliate me more than that? I might as well get what we both knew I wanted. I let the rest of my guard down.
“Please Sir. Please let me suck your cock. I need it. I need it because I’m a sissy slut. A sissy cock slut. Please Sir.” I heard the words leave my mouth along with my dignity. Along with any control over the situation. I had no say, no masculinity, I was ready for his cock. Or so I thought.
“Come here.” He told me.
I walked forward and stood in front of Michael. He was so much taller than me. Michael pointed and the floor, indicating thats where I should be. I knelt down before him. My face was so close to my prize, only fabric lay between us. I looked up at him.
“I’m not going to give it to you Mark. You’ll have to take it if you want it so badly. You do need it don’t you?”
“I really need it.” I nodded and put my hands on the waistband of his shorts. I started pulling them down. “This is it” I thought. “I won’t be straight anymore”. The thought was funny. How straight was a man who wore lingerie, bought dildos, and fantasized about cock anyway? Now I knelt in front of Michael, about to take his cock out. There was a pang of humility followed by arousal… a wild combo.
It seemed like his cock didn’t fully emerge until his shorts were down past his knees. And Oh. My. God. Picture a perfect cock- this was it. Picturesque. Dark brown with a consistent color throughout. It was THICK. Thicker than the dildo and just a bit longer too. He was circumcised and the head was huge. His balls were like a giant low hanging sack of manliness. There, dangling in front of my face was the most fantastic, beautiful black cock anyone could ever imagine. 10 inches and as thick as my wrist. I couldn’t say anything. I felt light headed. I just stared at it and panted. I rubbed my cock through the lace. I’d was full on playing the part of the girl and I’d never felt more excited about a sexual situation.
“You don’t have to wait anymore Mark. I know you’re a sissy slut. Go ahead.” Michael said.
I moved my head forward and took in his smell. Sweaty, musky. I was overwhelmed with lust. I leaned in and kissed the tip. And then I kissed it again. And Again. I had nice soft lips (I’ve been told by women time and time again) and smashed them up against his swollen head. I looked up at him and took his cock in my hand. I started kissing his shaft, starting down at the base by his balls, all the way up to the head. Then, I cupped his balls in both hands and started licking his cock up and down. I full on, animatedly, made out with his dick with the lust of a teenager discovering french kissing. Sloppy, wet, a lot of tongue. I stopped for a moment. I laid his cock down on my upturned face. It felt heavy and warm. I could feel it’s pulse. I gazed up at Michael with puppy eyes. “I think I’m in love with your Cock Michael.” I said
“I know you are sweetheart. It’s obvious. Now wrap those lips around my cock now like a good girl. Show me how much you love it.”
A good girl. Wow. That turned me on. I so desired to be a good girl and suck his cock. I opened my mouth wide and brought his cock into my mouth. It was so warm and soft- but swollen and strong. I started bobbing my head back and forth on it. I felt like a pornstar. I grabbed his huge cock in one hand and stared at it. It was gorgeous. I slapped it against my tongue like I’ve watched pornstars do.
“Oh yea” Michael said. I reveled in the affirmation. It was a turn on to know I was doing a good job. I started sucking as much of his cock as I could while stroking the rest of his shaft with my hand… The way Alex does to me. It was a humiliating turn on to think that I was using cocksucking skills I’d learned from my own wife. If she could see her husband now, blowing the neighbor in her bedroom. I moaned with a mouthful of cock. Michael grabbed my hand a took it away from his cock.
“Hands at your sides cockslut.”
I obeyed. I knew what he wanted. I sat on my heels with my hands folded behind my back. Michael guided my mouth back onto his cock. With his hand on top of my head I slowly swallowed his cock. I choked and pulled back. I caught my breath.
“It’s ok sweetie. You can do it. Be a good little slut and swallow my whole cock.” Michael said to me. He was both encouraging and in control. I knew I had to. But I knew I wanted to as well. I went back in. I controlled my breathing. I got his cock as wet as possible. I slid his cock all the way down my throat until my lips pressed against his pelvis. Michael held my head there. I tried to breathe through my nose but his cock was so thick it blocked that airway too. I just held my breath and kept his cock in my throat, where it ultimately belonged.
“That’s a good girl.” Michael took his hand away from my head and I pulled off his cock to breath. “Aren’t you glad I helped you to do that?” He said to me.
I nodded.
“You’re welcome.” Michael patronized.
“Thank you Michael, sir.” I said.
“For?” He asked. He was rubbing my face in it.
“Thank you for helping me get your whole cock down my throat.” I said. I fucking loved this.
“Go ahead and practice on your own now.” Michael ordered.
I reached for his cock with my hand but Michael slapped it away. “The rules haven’t changed bitch.” He sternly stated.
I was so hard in my lace underthings. I was so entranced by his cock and his dominance. I could stay there sucking his cock for the rest of my life, I felt.
I took his cock in my mouth and started bobbing back and forth again. I worked up to being able to take the whole length with every motion. I took his cock all the way down my throat, lips touching his body, to back out with just the head in my mouth. I deepthroated him for what could never feel like long enough. I never wanted to stop. Michael grabbed the back of my head and started thrusting. I rubbed my cock over the fabric of my bodysuit and let let Michael fuck my face. He was having his way with my throat and and I loved being used like a sleeve. And apparently he could tell.
“Haha. Look at you Mark!” I looked up at him holding his cock in my mouth. “Earlier today you were a “straight man” (he made quotes with his fingers) and now you’re, well, I don’t know that the straight part was ever true.. I’m not so sure about the man part now either you sissy cocksucking slut! HAHA WOW! Look at you! I’m laughing at you and insulting you and STILL you’ve got your mouth wrapped tightly on my cock.”
Michael’s words were confirming. I was overwhelmed with humility again. I felt dirty. But I was so turned on I needed to keep going.
I just looked into his eyes and started bobbing again.
“You know what I bet you’ll like?” Michael said while I sucked his cock. He didn’t wait for me to answer. “I bet you’d like to fell this cock in your sissy little pussy wouldn’t you?”
My eyes went wide. Let’s be honest here. I didn’t make it this far in my life, with all of these same sex fantasies, and never put anything in my ass. Of course I have. But really just my fingers. And those plastic travel tubes for your toothbrush.. I had one of those and used to fuck myself a little with that. But one time, the two pieces came apart and one got stuck inside me and I had to fish it out and that sucked. Anyway, nothing anywhere near as BIG as Michael’s huge cock. Mmmm that perfect cock. I’d do anything for it.
“Yes Michael Sir.” I said. My throat felt sad and empty without his cock filling it. “I want you to fuck me.” (WHAT DID I JUST SAY?). I put his cock back in my mouth.
“Where do you want my cock sweetie? Go on and say it.” He said to me while i still licked and kissed his cock like a crazy slut.
“I want it in… in my…”
“In your pussy.” Michael finished for me. “It’s your pussy if you’re as much of a sissy bitch as you obviously are. Say it or I won’t do it.” Michael took his cock away from my hungry mouth. It was like taking a toy away from a child. I let out a whining sigh. “I know, I know. Now say it and I’ll give it back. A slut like you needs her favorite cock and I’m inclined to let you have it. I’ve seen you rubbing your girly cock down there through your panties. I know you’re going to leak cum everywhere when I fuck you.. I just want to hear you admit it to yourself. I already know. Now SAY IT.”
“I need your cock in my pussy.” I said.
Michael waited. I guessed that wasn’t good enough. I went all out.
“I need you to fuck me Michael. I need you to fill my pussy with your cock. I want to feel it inside me. I’ll be a good girl and take it real good. Please let me feel your cock inside me.”
Michael smiled. He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I put my arms over his shoulders. He kissed my neck, which REALLY made me feel feminine, and laid me down on the bed. He took off the rest of his clothes. He was so strong looking I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me. The bodysuit had snaps that connected the front and back and Michael undid them exposing my raging hard cock and… pussy. Michael laughed again.
“Did you shave yourself you little slut?!” He exclaimed. “You’re shaved clean, look at you!”
Michael got down to my pussy and breathed on it. I shuddered. He flicked his tongue on it and it drove me wild. I let out a girly moan.
“That’s it Mark. Girls love having their pussy’s licked don’t they.”
“Yes. Mmmm Yes they do. Lick my pussy daddy.” DADDY? Where did I get that?
“Haha. Daddy huh? Ok sweetheart. Daddy is fine.” Michael rolled his eyes at me. “What a cock crazed slut. Haha. Daddy”. Michael mocked me.
He stood up and picked me up under my hips. He dragged my ass to the edge of the bed. My pussy was wet from Michael’s tonguing. He pressed his huge cock head against my hole. The pressure felt amazing. He pushed against me persistently and the head of his cock slipped in. It felt good but it hurt. He took it out again and spit on his cock. How barbaric! He pushed in again and didn’t stop until he had most of his shaft inside me. I couldn’t breathe. It truly felt like my asshole was going to tear. He kept it there. He looked at me and noticed my pain.
“Just give it a minute now sweetie. You’ll be taking this whole cock in no time.” It was hard to believe him. He started fucking me slowly. It still hurt so much. I gripped the edge of the bed. He kept gently fucking me.. still hurt. I closed my eyes and let him fuck me. I felt my shoulders shake with every thrust. Soon I noticed that it hurt less… and then less, then not at all. I realized my hands didn’t grip the bed anymore but were grasping his hips, pulling him in to fuck me deeper. I moaned a high pitched moan.
“That’s a good girl Mark. Good little slut. I told you didn’t I?” Michael said as he plowed into me. I kept whimpering and moaning like a sissy bitch. I lifted my legs into the air and put them on his shoulders. He held my ankles and fucked me slowly but forcefully. His cock felt amazing, like it belonged in there. I felt his dick reaching up into parts of me that I didn’t know could be touched. His rhythm was perfect. It kept me full but let me feel empty for long enough to really feel the relief of his cock driving into my pussy again. Oh god I was in sissy slut ecstasy. Michael fucked the shit out of me. I ran my hands all over my satin and lace covered torso, played with my nipples, I reached and felt Michael’s abs flexing while he fucked me deep. I could feel his balls slapping my ass and it was so fucking hot.
Michael stopped and pulled his cock out of me. My pussy hole quivered, puckered, pink, and swollen. I felt empty and all I wanted to his cock back inside me. Intuitively, I got on all fours on the bed and took his cock back into my mouth. Surprising the taste of my ass on his cock didn’t bother me. I sucked his cock lustfully and then turned around and stuck my ass in the air. Michael laughed at me again. I loved when he laughed at me.
“You really know what you want now don’t you slut? You know, you looked really hot in all the panties you tried on for me. And you look really hot with my cock in your mouth.” My sissy little heart fluttered with the compliments. “And you look hot here with your back arched waiting for my cock.” Michael slapped my ass hard.
“Ah!” i screamed in pleasure. “I need Daddy’s cock. Fuck me Daddy.” I wasn’t even surprised by the things that were coming out of my mouth anymore.
Michael gripped my hair and pushed the entirety of his cock into me. I felt complete. He drove into me so powerfully and hard. I felt his balls slapping against mine and It drove me crazy. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me.” I moaned. I reached between my legs and played with his balls.
Michael moaned. I loved the feel of his balls in my hand will he destroyed my pussy. But, I wanted to ride him.
Michael was relentlessly ravaging my hole.
“Mi ey ey ey ch ch uh uh uhlll.?” I tried to say his name while he fucked the ever loving shit out of me.
“What is it?” He replied. He slowed down for a moment.
“Could I try being on top?” I asked
“Sissy bitch wants it even deeper eh? Sure slut. Let’s go for it. The name calling never got old.
“Which side does your wife sleep on?” Michael asked me. I pointed to where she slept. He laid down on Alex’s side of the bed… where I’d fucked her countless times. “You can ride my cock here where you usually fuck your wife.” Michael said to add to my embarrassment. “The next time you fuck her, she won’t know that there was sex had here….and her husband was the one receiving the cock. But you’ll know won’t you bitch.”
I stared down for a moment, ashamed of myself.
“Go on then cowgirl.” He invited me. His giant piston of a cock stood tall. I walked on my knees over to him and straddled his cock. My pussy was so wet and loose from the amount of Michael’s cock it had already received that when I aimed it at my hole it slipped right in. I slid down on it for what felt like a mile. It was like it was in my ribcage. I slid back up… and then down again. It was harder to take the whole thing in this position but I felt like i deserved it. I was determined. I kept riding him slowly until I got used to how far inside me his cock impaled. I leaned back and could see his cock bulge through my belly. That drove me to the moon. It rubbed up against something new too. I bounced up and down like that, feeling his cock pounding my “spot”. The pressure felt amazing and I felt something hot building inside me.
“OOOOHHHHHH” I let out a wild uncontrolled moan. I kept thrusting my hips.
Michael seemed to know what was happening.
“That’s right slut. Ride that cock like a pro. This cock is going to make you cum like a girl. Go on sweetheart its ok. Let this cock fuck the cum out of you.”
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck” I grinded my pussy against his body. I felt his cock way up inside me reaching further than I thought possible. The hot feeling grew and grew as I rode him harder and harder. Waves of pleasure I had never experienced washed over me. I felt an orgasm building that was so intense.. I’d never felt this before….and then…
I moaned and moaned.
“There you go slut. I knew it.” I heard Michael say. I looked down and saw spurts of cum shooting out of my cock and all over my lingerie. All over Michaels stomach. I was cumming with my neighbor’s giant cock lodged far up inside me. It was the best feeling I’d ever had. I kept riding him and cumming uncontrollably. “Wow you really are in love with my cock. That much is obvious. haha.” He laughed again.
I was still in heat even after I’d cum but I was tired. I dismounted his cock and started blowing him. I stuck my ass up in the air sucked his cock hungrily. I wanted him to cum.
“I want you to cum in my…”
“I know what you want slut. You cock sluts are all the same.” Michael said and stood up. He pulled me back to the edge of the bed. I laid back down and put my ankles back up on Michael’s shoulders instinctively. Michael pressed his cock against my hole and drove into me once more. I was sore at this point. I’d taken a serious pounding. But a few minutes of Michael’s cock treatment and I was moaning like a little bitch again. He got the perfect rhythm again. I looked down and saw my cock leaking cum onto my belly. I reached under and played with Michael’s swollen balls and he moaned.
“That’s it sissy. Milk Daddy’s balls. I know what you want.” He said breathing faster. I kept fondling his balls while he pummeled my pussy. His rhythm picked up and he breathed harder and faster, I knew he was close. His thighs were slapping against me. Michael grunted and pulled out of me. I’d watched enough porn to know the protocol. I scurried to my knees with his cock in front of my face. He grabbed his own cock but I took his hand away and replaced it with mine. I opened my mouth and laid his cock on my tongue and stroked him. He exploded into my mouth. It seemed endless. Semen shot on my lips and up onto my cheeks, missing the inside of my mouth…where I wanted it. I didn’t want to miss any of his luscious cum so I closed my lips around his cock. His cock kept spasming and shooting ropes of cum against the back of my throat. It was the sexiest feeling I’ve ever had— having his cock shooting cum into my mouth while my face was already painted with it.
Michael finished cumming but I held his cock in my mouth for a few extra moments. Sucking every last bit Ii could.
He stepped back and looked at me. “Show me all the cum I gave you slut.” He ordered. I knelt there with my face dripping and held held my mouth open to showed him all of his cum pooling in it.. “Wow. I’ve never seen a sexier, filthier little cockslut than you Mark.” I swallowed it all down. I was a little sad to see it go.
Michael went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. Michael’s cum was all over my face and my lingerie, wet with my own cum, was hanging off me. I was a mess. I was so ashamed of myself. Fuck. What had I spent my night doing? I slid the lingerie all the way off and sat down on the bed. I heard the toilet flush. Michael came back into the room and saw my face which must have looked very sad.
“Aw Mark. Don’t look so sad.” He said to me. I just sat there silently.
“Cmon now, didn’t you enjoy that? What happened to my girl? Here. Put the pink ones on.” Michael handed me one of the lace thongs. I held it for a moment. “Be a good girl and put on your panties Mark.” Michael said again. The feminizing words flipped that switch on again. I stood up and pulled on the thong, doing a little side to side hip motion as I pulled them up.. trying to be sexy. “There you go. That’s a good girl. The pink ones look really cute on you.” I blushed at his words. Now this isn’t as good as the real thing is it?” Michael asked, holding up my dildo. “I suppose you’ll want it though, for when Alex and Tara are back and you can’t have Daddy’s cock.” Michael laughed and threw the dildo on the bed.
Still naked, Michael walked to the kitchen with his huge cock swinging, grabbed another beer, and sat down on the couch that I’d fucked Alex on just the other day. I picked up the dildo from the bed and followed him out wearing my pink lace panties doing my sexiest walk that I could. I pulled my thong to the side and slid the dildo up inside me. Then I knelt down in front of Michael and started sucking his cock.