[M4T] Making him dress up in his wife’s clothes..

I’m not the first person you’ve met online.
But in the past it’s always been a let down. Some married guy shows up acting shy and and anxious. Or a big talker with rock hard abs and a huge dick can’t keep up or last as long as he says.

You’re skeptical.

But, deep down, you have a feeling things will be different.

You knew it from the minute you read my ad–direct, to the point, firm. I wasn’t looking to play games. I wanted a sissy to dominate.

I told you exactly what I wanted in the first email. I listed my demands and wouldn’t compromise. I was firm. Commanding. The type of guy you knew could take charge.

I show up at your house and park out front. You just talked to your wife and know she’s a thousand miles away. There’s no chance she’ll interrupt us.

Still, you’re apprehensive.

What if the neighbors see me?

What if someone drives by as you open the door?

But I’ve told you exactly what I want. Any disobedience and I leave.

So when the doorbell rings you step out to greet me.

Your long hair is washed and styled. Your naturally hairless body is totally smooth. You’re wearing a long, silk dressing gown–like something Grace Kelly would have on in a movie. And nothing beneath except panties.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” I say.

We step inside and you hand me a drink.

“Show me the bedroom,” I command.

You lead me down the hall to the master suite. The lights are off. Candles are lit. I take a seat in an armchair facing the bed.

“Open your robe.”

You obey without question, pulling the sash. You’re wearing satin panties with an animal print and black lace. Your cock is already bulging.

“I don’t like that,” I said. “I want you to look like a good girl. Where’s the drawer?”

You show me to your dresser and open a drawer filled with your wife’s panties. I dig through them, running my fingers over the fabrics, looking for something perfect.

“Here,” I say after selecting them.

They’re white satin and boy cut. The waist and legs are trimmed in innocent looking white lace.

Instead of a matching bra I find a silky, white slip camisole and matching skirt and hand them to you along with white, thigh high stockings.

You change into them as I go to the closet.

This part was always in the plan. I wanted to dress you.

I go through your wife’s things. I’m searching for a white blouse but can’t find one to my liking. Instead I settle on a shiny, cream colored satin pullover with a draping cowl neck.

“We have to be careful,” you start to protest. “That’s one of her favorites.”

“You can be careful at home alone,” I say firmly. “It’s your choice.”

You take the blouse and lay it on the bed.

I go back to the closet and select a dark green skirt with a plaid pattern and a thick, black belt. Then I tell you to go to the bathroom and get dressed.

When you come out I’m back in the chair.

You look like an innocent little school girl.

A school girl about to have the time of her life.

I stand up and unbutton my shirt. I throw it over the chair.

“Come here,” I say. I put a hand on your shoulders. “On your knees.”

You drop down in front of me–your head inches from my crotch. You can tell I’m already getting aroused.

It’s obvious what I want, so you don’t hesitate. Your hands do to my belt. Then the button of my jeans. And finally the zipper. You pull my jeans down to the floor.

I’m wearing nothing but hot pink satin panties. The head of my cock is starting to poke out. I’m semi-hard, but there’s still work to be done.

I pull the waist of the panties down to just below my balls. They thrust my cock up and out. You take it in your hand and give a gentle tug.

“Your mouth,” I say.

You wrap your mouth around the engorged tip. I put my hand on the back of your head and pull you closer. I want every inch of my cock inside you.

You know exactly what to do. You bob your head up and down until my shaft is slick. And then you stroke it with your hand while you suck on the tip. I can’t help but groan. My cock quickly stiffens into a piece of hot iron.

I can’t hold back and start fucking your face. This wasn’t the plan, but I don’t care anymore. In a matter of seconds I blow my load down your throat. You take every drop–careful not to miss and let some fall on your wife’s blouse.

I pull you up roughly.

“Take off your skirt,” I say.

You quickly unzip and it hits the floor. You go for the slip skirt, but I tell you to leave it.

“Get on the bed,” I command, and you listen.

I tell you to lift the slip and you obey. Your cock is struggling to stay contained in your sexy white panties. I walk over and jerk them down enough to expose you.

“Stroke it.”

You listen without saying a thing. You start stroking your cock and moaning.

Standing two feet away–with my panties still pulled down–I start rubbing my own dick. It’s already getting hard again.

“Faster,” I say. “Stroke that cock, sissy.”

You wrap your hand around the head of your cock and tug eagerly. Your girlish moans fill the room. I can tell you’re close.

“Don’t you dare cum,” I shout.

I walk closer and put my hand on your head.

“Eat my cock,” I say.

You lean forward and take it in your mouth again. You can’t stop touching yourself at the same time. In a matter of seconds I’m ready.

I get on the bed and put you face down.

“You want me to fuck you?” I ask.

You saw you’re ready.

“You want to be fucked like a little sissy?”

You nod your head.

“I’m not sure you can take it? I want to manhandle you.”

“Please…” you whimper.

“I want to DOMINATE your sexy body.”

“Please…” you repeat. “I’m yours.”

I flip up your slip and pull your panties down just far enough. I spread your stocking clad legs. You feel my weight against your back as I mount you. My wet cock slides inside you. I tug your hair gently and bring your ear to my lips.

“Do you like the way my cock feels?” I whisper.

“Yes…” you moan.

I pull your hair a little harder.

“I can’t hear you.”

“YES!” you say louder.

“What do you want me do?” I demand.

“Whatever you want,” you said. “I’m yours.”

“What do YOU want?” I ask again.

“I want you to fuck me,” you moan out.

“How do you want me to fuck you?” I ask.

“Like you own me,” you pant.

I release your hair. You feel both of my hands on your hips. I pull back and then slam my cock home inside you. We both cry out.

I give you a few more slow, forceful thrusts, grunting each time I enter your body.

“Can you handle it?” I ask. “I’m not sure you’re ready for this….”

“YES,” you cry out. “Please!!”

You feel my cock slide out again. And then I start fucking you for real. Holding onto your hips and drive my cock into fast and hard. You’ve never had it like this before. You feel like a rag doll being shaken violently. Who whimper and moan.

“You like that?” I keep asking “You like my cock inside you?”

“Yes,” you answer every time.

“Are you a little sissy bitch?”

“YES,” you answer.

“Whose sissy are you? Who own your pussy?”

“I’m yours,” you cry out. “You own me.”

“I’m going to cum in your ass,” I say. “I’m going to cum all in your candy ass.”

“PLEASE,” you beg.

I drive harder and faster. You can hear my sliding in and out of you. The springs on your mattress squeak. The head board cracks off the wall. Your hard cock is wagging back and forth as I pound you. You can hear the sound of it slapping down against the bedsheets.

I reach around and grab it with my hand and give you a firm squeeze. I start tugging your dick as I ride your ass. You cum into the bedsheets and I just keep fucking you. You’ve can’t understand how I’m still going, but you don’t want it to end.

After an eternity I’m ready to pop.

“I’m going to cum all in you,” I say again.

And with a final, violent thrust I let go inside you. I pull out–my cock still spasming–and spray your bare ass cheeks with the last of my cum.

And then I lay on top of you catching my breath. I stand up and start to dress. Then I spot the panties you’d been wearing earlier–the ones with the animal print. I pick them up, drop my pink panties, and put them on.

“I think I’ll take these with me,” I said.

I dress without talking. You lie on the bed feeling sore and satiated. I walk to the door and pause.

“That was a nice start,” I say. “I’ll be back for more.”

And then I walk out and leave. But you can already feel your cock getting hard again. Just the thought of more is enough to make you smile all night.

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