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When dressed
Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
saw my girlfriend again I told her all about it. She laughed, asked questions, made me tell her all the details and called me a good cocksucker and her little slut. She told me I had earned my own orgasm and I could feel my cock hardening. I was incredibly horny. She told me to go back to the bookstore with the same instructions. Watching gay or femdom porn, exposed in panties and no touching myself. This time I had to do it for as long as it took for another man to suck my cock! If men came into my booth and wanted me to suck them I had to do that too. I had to keep going until some other man was willing to suck me and make me cum. My girlfriend laughed, telling me I was such a slut it was appropriate that my next orgasm be in the mouth of another man. It took another week and a half, and I went to the video booth four or five times a week, before a man wanted to suck me. I had sucked three more men in the meantime. It was probably more humiliating to have another man touch my cock, my balls, cup my ass and squeeze and then wrap his mouth around my cock. But it had been well over a month by then and I was willing to submit to it. That was when I learned that the hornier I get the more eagerly submissive I become. I had always wanted to dress completely as a sissy and go out. I had worn stockings and panties under my male clothes at an adult bookstore and exposed myself as a sissy there, but that was all so far. One weekend I got up the courage to dress fully and go to the ... adult theater. Or so I thought. I shaved myself carefully, leaving not a single hair below my eyebrows. Did my makeup. Put on a bra with silicone breast forms, a tight fitting thin top, a very short pleated skirt, panties, stockings and my highest heels. Just driving to the theater like that made my cock hard in my panties. The man in the front stared at me as I bought my ticket. I just blushed and hurried into the theater. Waiting for my eyes to adjust, I walked slowly (couldn’t walk any other way in those heels) down the entire center aisle and took a seat in the empty front row. It wasn’t long before a man sat next to me. He was a very large man. Not an ounce of fat on him. Dressed in working clothes. He smiled, and rested his hand on my leg. His hand was so large his fingers curled around my leg and rested on the inside of my thigh. He slid his hand up my short skirt and brushed the front of my panties. I heard a chuckle as his fingers explored more fully, wrapping around the tiny little boner in my panties. “Very nice Sweetheart” he said, smiling wider. “Why don’t you get on your knees and make me happy?” Suddenly panicking, realizing I didn’t really have the courage to do this, I shook my head vigorously. “No?” he frowned. “What are you, some kind of tease?” With that, he grabbed my arm and pulled me from my seat and across his lap. He easily held me down as he flipped my skirt up and yanked my panties down. His large, hard hand smacked down on my soft bare bottom and I ...