1. A Life-Changing Experience, Part Six


    Date: 8/5/2015, Categories: Fetish, First Time, Author: cdwantsit, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    anticipation of what might happen next. As I opened my dresser drawer, Kerry sat down on the bed and crossed one leg over the other. I pulled out the wig and heels and placed them on the bed. Kerry looked at me and firmly stated, “I want to see you in it.” My heart skipped a beat, but I had no ability to demur. I reached for the wig. But as I did so, I immediately heard Kerry say, “No, all of it.” I thought I understood what he meant, but I looked at Kerry and motioned to my sweatshirt and jeans. Kerry nodded slightly. So I proceeded to slip off my loafers and jeans. Every now and then I snuck a look at Kerry, who was overseeing my actions approvingly. I took off my sweatshirt, so that now I was fully exposed in the bra, garter skirt, nylon panties and stockings I had been wearing under my street clothes. Kerry seemed to drink in the sight of me. “Now, put on the heels,” Kerry directed. I did as I was told, trying to be as natural as possible. However, as I placed the left heel on my foot, I felt my cock starting to stiffen and strain against the panties. I could not figure out if that was a good thing or bad thing. But before I could decide, Kerry softly stated, “I can see you are enjoying this as much as I am.” I looked back at Kerry, and observed that he had removed his shirt to expose his perfect, ...
    shaven chest. My cock immediately extended to its full length. I put on the other heel and stood up to my full height, tightening my calves just a bit to accentuate them. “Yes, very nice, Andrew. Now the wig.” I reached for the wig and placed it on my head, the black locks falling to my shoulders. “Mmm, hmm,” was all I heard from Kerry. I walked over to him, still seated on the edge of the bed. Kerry spread his legs so that I could get between them. He reached around to my ass with both his hands and maneuvered them under the garter skirt and began to caress my taught butt cheeks. Meanwhile, he placed the side of his head on my chest, his right temple resting directly between the cups of the bra. Kerry breathed in deeply several times as he continued to knead my butt and caress the backs and outsides of my thighs. I felt my cock against the stretch nylon of the panties, and felt the light pressure of Kerry’s chest against my cock. Kerry deliberately took his hands from behind me and leaned back on the bed, propped up by his locked arms behind him. Kerry looked at me and asked, “Andrew, do you enjoy masturbating?” I was slightly embarrassed by the question, but I was certain he knew the answer already, so I just nodded slightly. “Good,” Kerry intoned. “I want you to masturbate for me.” To be continued . . .
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