Boys....(pro tips included)
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Posted:Mar 16, 2018 6:16 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2018 7:23 pm
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First off, I'm not a . I may be a SLUT, but I a not a looking for just any cock. I am interested in meeting a STRAIGHT man that wants to take me like a woman. I am NOT interested in meeting guys that call themselves "straight", but message me asking about sucking my cock. MY cock is not important...my MOUTH and my ASS are. And YOUR cock, of course.
Second, and on the same tip about not being a ....brains and tact are important, much more than your self-perceived studliness is. Don't message with something as simple as "Hi there" or "hello beautiful" and expect a reply. A simple, 2-4 word message like that is not the least bit impressive, regardless of what your profile pics show. It also shows e that you're boring, and not the type of man I'm looking for. Have a little imagination; compliment me, tell me where you'd enjoy taking me...anything, other than "So sexy" or "Wanna fuck?
Third...IM's only last ten minutes, unless seen and replied to. And they are the domain of the CHEAP, on this site...people that are too cheap to pay for gold status have no choice but to resort to them. And to be honest, those who are too cheap to pay for gold are going to have to be pretty original and convincing to get my attention, anyway. I don't pay for gold so that I can meet someone that is too cheap to do the same. So, that said, if you're gold....send me a message via MAIL. It WILL be seen, that way, and only gold members can do so. Flaunt your paid-for perk. It's sexier than standard members begging on IM is, and gives you time to think of what you're saying to me.
Last....I don't chase cock. I own a great dildo and am well-trained in it's use, as well as possess a great imagination and a large collection of pornography, so chasing you isn't required. If we have one good conversation, don't expect me to just come hitting you up to ask you to come by. If we have one good convo, then that means I'm INTERESTED...but it is up to you to seal the deal and convince me to take it further. I really AM interested in meeting a great guy for an amazing experience and possibly even an NSA FWB arrangement....but I'm not going to SETTLE. I spent all of my younger years settling for those who would allow me and dreaming of those that I'd want, so I'm not going to do so, now. I'm GOING to have the first man, that I want...and YOU should show me that YOU are HIM.
Yes, you read that right....as of this writing (March 15, 2017), I am still waiting to be fully deflowered. I have pleased a man ONCE, with just my mouth, and I met him HERE, at SexBook Of Sex - Find Sex with Real People for Free. So, if YOU want to be THIS sissy's cherry popper, it is up to YOU to tell me why I want you. It's going to happen, eventually...so why not YOU? Just show a little imagination and you might just be "the one".
But "you're so gorgeous" isn't going to get you much more than the solace of knowing that I was light on my toes for about 2 seconds, then I probably forgot you.
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Sissy Week is coming...Las Vegas!
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Posted:Oct 20, 2017 7:33 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 5:2 pm
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Forget "Shark Week"...."Sissy Week" is on it's way! There is no place in the U.S. where a woman wants to look and feel sexier than she does in Las Vegas, and I am no exception to that rule. So every year over the week of Christmas, I book a few nights on the Strip and a few nights on Fremont in order to dress up and be the absolute hottest that I can be....last year was fun, but I want THIS year to be EPIC!
Who's going to cum show me how it feels to be a sexy leather slut....?
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The Leatheress 103 - "Closing Time"
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Posted:Oct 25, 2016 7:05 pm
Last Updated:Dec 5, 2016 5:14 pm
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As far as I was concerned, that late autumn a few years ago, I was easily the luckiest closeted crossdressing and bisexual fetishist in the world. Ever since I was quite young, I'd had a secret desire for dressing up in sexy women's clothing, painting my lips up, and smoking long cigarettes while acting out intricate fantasies about spending passionate evenings with plenty of men; real, famous, or completely imagined. But when my first opportunity to step out and indulge in these passions for real first presented itself, it happened in an amazing way. You see, when I started a new job fresh out of college as a videographer for my local news station, I got an opportunity to actually meet one of the men who was pretty much in the "famous" category....a hotshot local reporter named Bruce Watkiss, who loved to wear his own hot leather jacket during his reports, and had inspired many of my fantasies for years.
As my good luck would have it, we began get paired together often. So much that, eventually, he had invited me over to his house to play poker with "the guys". Only one other guy showed, and after he left early, things took a turn between Bruce and me, and I ended up sucking his cock on his black leather loveseat. We continued to be paired together at work, and a few weeks later, he asked me over to his house again...this time alone. I took that opportunity to bring up the idea of dressing up for him, and he was into it. We met up that early November night and I spent a wonderful evening with him, dressed up in my best leather outfit as I not only blew him again while dressed up, but we actually ended up having sex together, fulfilling another serious bucket-list fantasy of mine. Plus, we were still working together like normal, and it didn't make things at all awkward.
So then one day, en route to a three-car accident scene involving an ambulance in Surprise, that he reached his hand out from the driver's seat and grabbed my knee. He told me that he had a friend who owned a nearby bar, and he was going to be doing the guy a favor and closing it for him, tomorrow night....and then he asked if I might be interested in a "change of scenery"? As in, would I be interested in driving somewhere late a night, meeting you in a closed bar, and obviously having sex, again? Um, where do I sign up? We spent the rest of our trip out to do the story and back formulating a plan to meet.
The next night, I arrived outside of the bar at a nearby golf course at a little after midnight, at the time it was set to close. The main exterior lighting was out, affirming that it was, in fact, closed. I sat in the car for a moment looking through my backpack, which was full of my leather clothes, makeup, and cigarettes, then sighed in anticipation before opening the door and getting out. There was something rather surreal about that walk across the dark parking lot to the door; a feeling of exposure to the world pressed in on me, raising my anxiety to a quite uncomfortable level as I finally reached the locked front door and knocked on it with my keys, a signal we'd devised, the day before. I stood there waiting in angst, as if a thousand eyes were watching, and knew what was in my bag and what my intent was. Suddenly, there was a sound at the door, and I looked back at it.
As I saw Bruce's face on the other side of the glass, smiling that hot grin of his, a strange feeling of relief washed over me and I found myself smiling back. An odd feeling of comfort, like I hadn't really felt before and seemed to raise as many questions at it did calm some other concerns. But as he finished fumbling with the lock and swung the door open, I got right back into the mood and wasted no time stepping in with him. The interior was a typically intimate little bar setting, not unlike expected; dimly lit, a few tables, a bar, a pool table, and a small dance area in front of a tiny stage. The smell of smoke lingered in the air from the evening's previous activities as Bruce poured me a shot of bourbon and I gulped it down. He then went into the office to finish some of the night's paperwork, and I stepped into the bathroom to dress up.
I had brought the same black leather jacket, gloves, and miniskirt that I'd worn on our previous encounter, but this time I wanted to change it up a little. So I also had a pink satin blouse and a pair of sheer black pantyhose. I had shaved before leaving the house (legs, too) in excited anticipation of the experience to come. I so wished at that moment that I had a pair of sexy shoes or boots to wear, but my feet are kind of large, so finding them in my size wasn't easy, to begin with. As I slid the black leather motorcycle jacket over my shoulders and zipped it over the satin blouse, I rubbed my silky legs together and relished the feel of the pantyhose under my tight miniskirt while reaching for my lipstick. Sliding the red shaft over my lips over and over again until they felt sufficiently slickened up, I put the tube away in a jacket pocket and lit a long, white Virginia Slim in the mirror, breathing out a plume of smoke before turning around and reaching for the door....it was time to go hang out at the bar with one hot man!
Turned out that Bruce hadn't quite finished up in the office, yet. I decided not to waste too much time, stopping only to pour another stiff shot of bourbon and grabbing him a beer before I walked over to the office door and slipped in. He looked up from the desk and smiled, then just sighed and closed the notebook he'd been writing in. As I walked over to the desk to hand him his beer, he stood up and walked around to my side of it and took it.
Clinking our glasses, we both took a good drink, and sat our glasses down on the desk. He then reached out and pulled me into him, and I gasped in excitement as my own hard-on was shoved up against his, between his jeans and my miniskirt. But then he moved in and tried to kiss me, causing me to instantly draw back
"What?" He asked.
"It's...." I stammered. "I'm just not into kissing, really. Just not - I'm sorry." I was suddenly worried I'd just killed the whole mood, maybe ruined the entire night's plans....but then he just grinned and squeezed my ass with his right hand.
"No worries," he smiled. "I'm sure we can do PLENTY of better things..."
And with that, it was on, again. As I took a long drag from my cigarette and breathed a cloud of smoke at him, he stepped back and into the desk, and I dropped down to my knees in front of him. His belt and button were much easier to work with, this time, and it was not long at all before I held his fully-erect cock in one hand while reaching into my jacket for a condom with the other as I puffed away at the cigarette in my lips. Finally pulling my smoke away after one more drag, I dropped it in the ashtray and opened the slickened rubber before slowly using my gloved hands to roll it rather teasingly down his rigid, warm shaft. He squirmed some against the desk, and for the first time, I felt what I could only imagine a sexy woman in the same position goes through when she knows that she has her man's FULL attention. Finally reaching his well-trimmed pubic hair at the bottom with it, I pursed my slick lips together and winked and blew a kiss at him before going in.
My lips slid luciously over his bulging tip, and I took him in just as far as I could on the first stroke; of course, which resulted in a rather embarrassing gag reflex. I pulled off and coughed, regaining my composure quickly and going right back in, noticing with a grin the ruby red ring of my lipstick around the base as I grabbed it with my gloved hand and immediately began stroking him as I concentrated on sucking the top half. I was again amazed at just how BIG he was; I honestly considered myself no slouch in the penis size department, but Bruce certainly had me beat by a good inch and some noticeable girth. I worked him with every ounce of passion that I could muster, sliding my tongue along the bottom of his shaft while my lip slid along the top, and he moaned softly while thrusting his hips good and slowly, working up a delicious rhythm with each saliva-slicked quaff that I made. I began to play with his near-hairless balls with one set on gloved fingers, while simultaneously stroking his shaft with the other set. One of his hands rested comfortably on the back of my head as I continued to suck him in earnest, but he didn't shove or push with it; just held it there, somewhat reassuringly. His thick cock filled my slick lips and mouth so comfortably, and I was relishing in the moment and just loving the full sexiness that I felt, dressed in black leather and sucking off for the third time a man I'd fantasized about for years.
"Okay, okay, wait..." he said, and backed off some into the desk as I slid my lips back from him and looked up questioningly. "Hold on, just give me a sec. Getting a little too hot, baby; and I'm not ready to finish just yet."
I grinned, taking a moment to run my lipstick over my lips again before striking a match and lighting a new 120. As I exhaled the first cloud of smoke in his direction, Bruce got a wry grin of his own and moved toward me. His arms slid around me and he pulled me close, as we both stepped back into the open office doorway. He seemed to almost go to kiss me again, then turned at the last moment and buried his face instead into my neck, just above the collar of my jacket. I sucked long on the slick filter of my cigarette, relishing in the taste and feel of the smoke in my lungs as he slid a hand up my skirt while kissing and sucking at the bare skin of my neck and shoulder.
"What do you want, baby?" He asked.
"Oh, I want you to fuck me...." I breathed softly.
We pivoted around, and this time, I found myself with my butt up against the desk and him in front of me. I slid up and onto the desk as his hands worked my miniskirt up around my waist. He then grabbed at the pantyhose covering my ass with both hands and tore them apart, exposing a wide hole around my waiting rectum. While he opened a tube of lube that he seemed to produce from nowhere, I took another drag from my cigarette and watched as he worked a palm-sized pat of the lube all over his rubber-covered shaft. After then simply dropping the tube to the floor, he moved in on me and wasted no time at all moving in.
When Bruce had fucked my ass the first time, he had done me doggy-style from behind, and had moved rather slowly and deliberately, being careful with me, as he knew it was my first time. This time, we were in a much more missionary position on the desktop and I could tell he was much more excited and much more at ease, and he went right for the glory. The thick head of his cock shoved through my waiting anus with a slickened ease, and a sharp jolt of shocking pain, causing me to gasp as he continued sliding into me, all the way to the hilt on the first thrust. Right away he pulled back and thrust again, but this time wasn't as shocking. As he slid in another three, four, five times, uncomfort quickly faded and was replaced with that lustful feeling of just being so FILLED with him. I moaned and sucked on my cigarette as he fell into a rhythm that was much more to-the-point; much more FUCKING than it was being soft and careful like our first time.
I kicked one leg up and over his shoulder as he continued fucking me into the bar manager's desk, and one of his hands grabbed at the collar of my jacket, unzipping it some and popping a button on my satin blouse. I didn't care; taking a final drag off of my cigarette and dropping it to the stone floor, I shoved back into him with each push. I began to heat up quickly in my leathers, and sweat formed soon after, which only seemed to heighten the experience for both of us. His cock drove into me, over and over with reckless abandon, causing me to cry out in delight and sheer lust. I was lost in the moment when suddenly I felt him shake a little bit, and he unexpectedly pulled back and out of me, shockingly pulling me back into reality.
Before I could question anything, however, I saw him yank the condom off. With a quick stroke or two of his now bare cock, he suddenly gasped, and a load of thick, white cum burst from his head and splashed across the front of my jacket. He continued to stroke, and another shot blew across my leather sleeve, before another landed on the miniskirt bunched around my waist. I found myself losing the battle to hold out, and as yet another jet of white cum splashed across my jacket, burst into an orgasm myself. He worked a leg in between my own and rubbed his thigh against my own cock as I lost my own load all over the desk and my pantyhose. He then pulled me into him and held me close as we both did our best to hold onto the bliss of our near-mutual climax. If he'd have told me he wanted to cum all over me before we'd started, I might not have been too thrilled with the idea; but laying across the desk beneath him and covered in loads of it from both of us, I felt a reassuring DIRTINESS that I found myself rather intrigued with. As he finally stood up and I slid a new cigarette between my lips, I could only think of asking him one thing...
"What are we going to do to top THIS?"
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The Leatheress 101 -
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Posted:Sep 18, 2016 4:47 pm
Last Updated:Nov 30, 2018 4:07 pm
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I hadn't gone to Bruce's house that night with any expectation that I'd be finishing the night by blowing him on his black leather sofa, but that is the way it turned out. Don't get me wrong; I'd had an interest in him ever since the first time I saw him a few years before that, as a live reporter on my local evening news, but it's not like I truly ever had envisioned a scenario where such an interest would grow to become anything more. It is just funny how things work out, sometimes.
I guess we should probably start with some backstory. Myself, I always had an interest in dressing up in anything shiny and soft; from as young as I can remember, I used to sneak into my mother's clothes when I had a secret opportunity to. And my lust for things shiny and soft didn't end with clothes; I'm sure that I used just as much of her lipstick as she did, just standing alone in the bathroom by myself and secretly wearing it. As time passed and I indulged in this secret passion more and more, I began to develop an interest in what it might be like to actually be made love to by a man, while dressed in buttery soft satin and leather. My developing desire to watch sexy women wear leather and to smoke soon turned into a secret fetish of my own, as I picked up both habits in order to privately indulge my own sexy fantasies.
As I got older and my indulgences got bolder, I also matured in life and found my calling as a photographer. Eventually, I found my way into the news media, and I began doing some hired shooting for local channels and their news broadcasts. It was on one such assignment where I was afforded the opportunity to first meet Bruce Watkiss; a local "on-the-scene" hunk of a reporter who had done work for national news rags in his younger years. Now; full disclosure here....I'd had Bruce on my short list of guys that I'd be FULLY willing to do anything with, for some time. It's a pretty exclusive list, actually; also populated by David Hasselhoff, Burt Reynolds, and Freddie Mercury, among a very small number of not-famous men that I'd actually met throughout my life. In honesty, any idea of ACTUALLY being with a man had been almost always nonexistent, but Bruce...he was one of those few well-known and famous men I'd often fantasized about. Bruce was a well-built hunk of a man who had a sexy habit of wearing a leather jacket on his broadcasts, seemingly whenever the weather would allow him to...that's probably what first struck my fancy, about the man. Ever since my first day shooting for the channel that we now both worked at, I had kept my eye out for him, but never happened to cross paths for the first month or two. But then one hot day in early June, I was sent to shoot pics of a story that HE was covering for the first time. I remember meeting him and shaking hands that afternoon almost triggered a full-on anxiety attack, hoping it didn't show how much I was kind of star-struck and secretly full of hidden desire for the man. But I seemed to be able to play it off well, and we had a good time chatting as we headed out to cover the story, so one story pairing us up began to lead to another; I wasn't going to complain; how often do you get to work and speak daily with someone that you secretly fantasize about?
As the stories and pairings continued to happen, we continued to talk more, and started to get to know each other pretty well. While he WAS a married man, I took note with interest when it quickly became clear that he and his wife were only together anymore for theier two mid- boys, and had been, for quite some time. More than once, I heard him complain about there literally being NOTHING there, anymore. In fact, he'd complained often enough about his relationship with her that more than once, I ended up fantasizing at home later about him leaving her and whisking ME away into some sexy, feminine fantasy I could only dream of.
Then one day in early 2015, things took an interesting turn. He told me one day while working a double shooting in Peoria, that he was planning on having a few of "the guys" over for a poker night, while his wife was in Vegas the following weekend. Did I want to come? You bet, I did; even if just to experience him AS him, in his own place, for just a night. In fact, I ended up having a deeply engaged fantasy about him the night before the actual get-together that MIGHT have assuaged my lustful desires, some...that is, if things hadn't gone the way that they ultimately did.
I arrived on time that Friday evening, but apparently I was the ONLY one who did. I spent the first few minutes having the first few sips of a rather stiff drink and trying to figure out how to make small talk in Bruce's bar/game room with him before the bell finally rang and saved me from what had quickly seemed to become an awkward situation. Ted, the videographer from the channel we worked for, showed up and joined the party. As it turned out, though, he ended up being the only one who did. Two others called and canceled, or didn't show. After almost an hour of hanging around and bullshitting in classic male-group sense, Bruce finally brought up the original thought of the card game and we decided to get to playing, even if it was just the three of us.
Turned out, it didn't take long for old Ted to have too much of it. As cards flipped, wagers were made, and he didn't have much luck. Ted continued throwing the drinks back and before too long he ended up bowing out early, choosing to leave the party and walk home shortly before midnight (he lived barely two blocks away, anyway). Bruce was in a pretty good mood, and asked if I wanted to keep playing for a bit. Sure; why not?
We continued to drink, and shortly after Ted left we ended up burning a HUGE joint; so as hand after hand was dealt, I began to get quite fucked up. Now luck had been pretty much back and forth all night, and even though Bruce made plenty more money than me at work, we'd stayed pretty well even on the poker board against each other.
But then somewhere around my first drink to number in the double digits, THAT hand came up, and then EVERYTHING changed.
We'd began to bet back and forth on the hand, both drawing a few cards and making new wagers before the some fun shit-talking began. Nothing serious but rather playfully, we both began to goad the other into betting just a little too much for what would prove to be too little in the hand. Almost feeling like a girl must when flirting, I continued to playfully push him, until he suddenly made the bet that would change everything....
"How about THIS, if you're so sure...?" He asked. "Loser....sucks the winner's DICK."
It was like a smack to the face; out of nowhere. I knew I held NOTHING in my hand; my quite-tipsy ass had been bluffing like mad, just having fun with the man while enjoying the experience of hanging out with him. But suddenly, I found myself struck with a devious, devilish urge that I just couldn't stop myself from answering, in hopes that he just might hold SOMETHING in that hand and decide to "make" me to stick to the bet. Not like it would take much convincing, though. And I was pretty sure that Ic ould always play it off and talk him out of some cash for the hand instead, if he didn't.
"Oh, you're THAT confident, huh?" I asked. For a second, I almost stopped myself, but when I opened my mouth I heard it just drop out...."I'll take that bet!"
"You're SURE?" He asked, and his eyes got bigger, as if suddenly taking the whole situation a little more seriously himself. "No welshing...!"
"Oh, YOU'RE going to be the one who wants to welsh..." I taunted.
He didn't even flinch.
"Let's see what you've got, then." He almost whispered it.....
I sneered assuredly at him and turned my cards over, showing absolutely NOTHING to work with. It was beyond obvious that my hand wasn't worth betting on to begin with, much less making SUCH a bet with. He looked me in the eye and didn't say anything for the longest time; I was pretty well convinced that in that moment, he knew EXACTLY why I'd gone ahead and made the bet. But then suddenly he winked at me, and turned his own cards over.
The man had a fucking high straight flush, all clubs. As it set in what I was looking at, it also set in what HE had been thinking, all along. Not only did he just show me that he'd known from the moment he'd made the bet that I would probably lose, I had also just shown him that I'd been pretty sure that I would lose from the moment that I made the bet, as well. We looked at each other in silence for a few moments, almost seeming like neither of us knew quite where to go with it, next.
I decided to make the move and break the ice.
I reached back into my back pants pocket and withdrew my wallet, fumbling in it until I found what I was looking for. Reaching into it before looking back at him, I tossed a wrapped condom out and onto the table. It landed in the middle, and he looked at it, then back at me. I nodded at him, slowly. After what seemed like an eternity he quietly reached out and grabbed it, then stood up slowly without a word.
"Wow, I guess this is it," I thought. Grabbing my beer and sucking in my breath, I stood up as well. He went exactly to where I'd hoped that he would; into the adjacent TV room and ultimately sitting down in the middle of the soft, black leather loveseat in front of his television. I'd been eyeing that loveseat all night; one of my biggest fantasies had always involved being fucked on a black leather couch, so it had secretly been an object of desire since I'd gotten there that night and had first seen it. But now, hearing the leather creak under him as he slipped down into it's succelent, soft folds, and knowing WHY he was sitting down there struck me with such a feeling of delicious anxiety that I was almost overcome for a moment.
I'd always had this mental image of what my first time with a man would be like; we'd discuss it and prepare beforehand, I'd get to dress up all hot and sexy, he'd be so into it, and things would be lovemaking bliss, all night long. Instead, the only thing I really had that fit anything I'd fantasized about was the black leather of the loveseat....I didn't even have lipstick to wear, much less any of the sexy leather clothing I'd always imagined myself in. Nor was I even sure he'd be very cool with me doing so, if I did. With a sigh, I decided to just go with it, and stepped toward him as he shut the light behind the couch off and cast a nice mood upon the room. Since smoking was something I'd always associated with my fetish and had always given me a feeling of femininity to begin with, I lit a cigarette as I got down on both knees in front of him. As I did my best to try to dangle my cigarette with a sexy, "feminine" air to it, I began to fumble with the condom wrapper. I also noticed that he was reaching for his belt buckle.
I felt like I was on fire, but also on autopilot, as we both seemed to work together wordlessly in unison. It was almost frightening, if not quite soothing, how well we just both seemed to know exactly what to do; as he grinned and fumbled with his belt, I looked into his hazel eyes and tore the condom wrapper open with my teeth. Then taking another long drag off of my cigarette, I pulled the slick rubber from it's wrapper as he slid his belt through the buckle and began to work on the button of his jeans. Popping it open, his hand reached into his pants, and things suddenly became real as he pulled his pink, slightly-swollen member out of his black briefs.
And there it was; for the first time in my life, I was staring at another man's cock in front of me. Sure, I'd SEEN them in locker rooms and pornos before, but this the first time I'd ever just sat for a moment and LOOKED at one in the flesh. Even semi-erect, his cock seemed HUGE; certainly a bit bigger than my own. It was half-erect, but still SO intimidating, in it's own right. But I was also struck by the sudden, almost wicked DESIRE that seeing it gave to me. I reached for it, but suddenly drew back, as if I was doing something wrong and scared I'd get caught doing it.
"Go on...." he said softly, "touch it...."
I took another long drag off of my cigarette, doing my best to exhale the smoke as sultrily as possible, and reached out again. As my bare hand wrapped around the fullness of his rapidly-stiffening shaft, I was struck by the fact that it was so much WARMER than I'd expected it to be; ninety eight degrees always feels so much cooler, in respect to your own body. Especially when everything you'd ever sucked or fucked was made of plastic or rubber. Another thing that struck me was how SMOOTH it was...like a fine Italian handbag. Almost immediately upon wrapping my hand around it, I felt it pulse and stiffen a little more, and almost had to take a breath to keep from blowing up in an impulsive orgasm, myself.
As I shuddered in desire from the feeling, I reached out the other hand holding the condom, and again it struck me just what was happening; here was this man, this local TV reporter whom I'd had a secret crush on for years, who was now waiting for me to roll a condom onto his cock and blow him on his sexy leather loveseat. Even with the fact that I was still dressed completely in normal men's clothes, that delicious couch coupled with a great imagination just sealed the deal for me, right then and there. With an almost fervor, I eagerly placed the rubber over the head of his now-bulging mushroom tip and began to roll it down over his shaft while he moaned softly, while taking another drag from my cigarette and then quickly crushing it out in the ashtray. As I unrolled the rubber and and covered his length with it's snakeskin-like latex, I felt him become rock-hard in my hands, and had to quickly readjust my own hard member. He moaned again as I rolled it down to the bottom of his firm shaft, all the while stroking him lightly and trying to figure out just how I wanted to begin. I'd had SO many fantasies about this moment over the years, but as usual in life, reality was nothing like fantasy had been. I pulled him in close to my lips, smelling it as I flicked my tongue out and brushed the bottom of his tip with it. This was it....and I was INTO it.
Opening wide, I took his bulbous tip between my lips, and while marveling at the warmth of it, slid him past my tongue and down into my throat. His breath caught, and my own hard-on bulged uncomfortably in my jeans as I suppressed a gag and pulled back. Saliva spilled out of my throat as I stopped at the bulge of his tip and after a short pause, eagerly slid back down the shaft again. This time I got him in without the gag that had come with the previous one. I grabbed the black leather loveseat cushions beneath him tightly, began using the soft feel of the cushions to imagine the missing feeling of wearing a sexy leather outfit as I began to work up to a rhythm, and he began to buck so softly back into me with each slobbery gulp. One thing that I realized quickly was that his bucking was very...mindful, for lack of a better word. He didn't really thrust at all....just lightly shoved, while seeming to work beautifully with the rhythm that I was building. This was truly feeling wonderful for both of us; I was as excited to BE blowing him as I imagined at the moment that he must be, to have me doing so.
I began to increase my strokes, relishing in the feeling of his buttery-soft cock sliding back along my tongue and working in a hand around the base of his shaft, slowly beginning to simultaneously masturbate him as I enjoyed in the feeling of his FULLNESS in my mouth and throat. I looked up at him, and as I saw his eyes roll back some, and I began to lose any remaining inhibition. I sucked his rock-hard stick back and forth faster and faster, as he began to squirm wonderfully beneath me. My hands worked the bottom of his pole as my saliva built up on his rigid member, creating such a slickened runway of lust that I became worried that I might not be able to keep myself from coming too soon.
But while it happened sooner than I'd have hoped for, Bruce was not about to disappoint me. His hand worked it's way in lightly behind my head, the soft bucking he'd been doing began to increase in it's guidance, and I knew it was just about time for the glory moment. His moans got loader, and suddenly he lifted up a few extra inches off the couch, momentarily gagging me as he shoved his full length deep into my throat. At that moment, I felt him blast off into the condom; filling it with his hot load as I lost myself in the fantasy of what it might be like, if he weren't wearing one. He bucked into my throat a couple more times, gasping as he filled the rubber with his seed, then he fell back against the couch and slid out of my mouth.
"Oh, my GOD..." he gasped, and I wrapped one hand around him and stroked him some as I reached for a new cigarette with the other, lighting it and breathing my smoke into the room. He smiled at me with the look of a deeply satisfied man and I smiled back, taking another drag from my cigarette as I enjoyed the afterglow and immediate memory of what I had just done to him.
"That was GREAT...." he breathed softly. "Best hand I've ever won." After a few moments, he got up and went to the nearby bathroom, leaving me to sit on the leather loveseat in the warm afterglow, smoking my cigarette with a dainty hold and relishing the delicious moment that had just occurred. Not only had I just lost my cherry in finally blowing a man in real life, but it was someone I'd been crushing on for longer than I'd care to admit...this was a win, in every sense of the word. Even dressed in my normal clothes, I felt SO feminine at that moment that I could have just as easily been wearing some sexy leather dress and jacket. I remember going home that night and spending a few long hours in bed until daylight broke, imagining him having at me in SO many different ways while jerking off to such wonderful new memories...if this was in any way supposed to help assuage the desire that I'd had for the man, it had failed; I was now even more in lust with him than I had been, BEFORE sucking his cock.
One thing was for sure. I was GOING to have to figure out what to do, about this....
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