Some times Secrets get Out...pt2

It took me a good half hour to perfect my makeup, but when I was done, I was
quite pleased. It was the best application of makeup that I had ever done to
myself. I knew that I was vain enough to think that I was approaching the edge of
being beautiful, and I hoped that I was not deceiving myself into thinking that I
was very attractive, when in reality, I was a dog. I did not think I was
deceiving myself, but the true test would come when I was outside and people
would let me know immediately, if I had done a good job or not.

I glanced over at the clock. It was nearly eleven. Time just seemed to be
dragging on.

I went over to my closet to decide what to wear. I had a three piece suit that I
really liked. It was in a light grey with a white chalk stripe in it. I decided
to wear that one, and reached into the closet to pull out that suit. I decided to
wear a mannish looking lavender coloured neck tie with it. I also chose my pair
of lavender coloured high heels, with all of three and a half inch heels. To
further accessorise, I would wear the purse that I had bought that matched my
shoes.

With a wry shrug, I figured that I may as well use lavender, as it is a colour
that is associated with the kinds of people that I am, fairies. I had no
illusions about myself. I am a fairy, and I like being feminine, especially when
there is a masculine man around, who wants to be pleased, like my new boy friend.

It took me a few minutes before I decided to wear a white silk blouse, one that
had a shirt type of collar, and which buttoned up the front. There was a tiny
cute ruffle trimming on the collar and the cuffs. I liked it because it was a
very feminine piece of clothing. I love to wear very feminine clothing, which is
what got me into all of this trouble from the 'git-go', as some people would say.

I stepped into my slip, and pulled it up, adjusting the elastic waist band at my
panty waist, then I lowered the camisole down over my head, to softly lay across
my breasts. At the last minute, I pulled down my slip and panties, and I wrapped
a waist nipper corset of sky blue satin, that was heavily boned, and laced up the
front, and was trimmed in white lace.

I grunted as I struggled to get the corset laced up as tightly as possible. I
wanted to get down to a little femmy 29" waist, and though I did not measure it,
I was pretty sure that I had achieved my goal. The mirror told me that I looked
very sexy with my highlighted feminine curves.

Then I replaced my under clothing. I slid my arms into the delicate silk material
of the blouses sleeves. I buttoned up the small pearl buttons up the front and at
the wrists.  I stepped into my skirt. I was glad that it clasped at the back, and
had a two inch wide elastic waist band that was gathered from the sides to the
back. Across the front was a gold coloured chain, attached to two gold coloured
buttons that were situated directly above my hip bones.

This skirt, I knew,  would definitely show off my corseted waist line to full
advantage. The skirt went down to about four inches above my knees. It had a
lovely satin underslip in it. And it felt ever so delightful, as the satin
caressed across the silken undergarments. Once my skirt was on, I put on my tie,
then I pulled the jacket sleeves up my arms.

This suit always made me feel so totally feminine.

Before I allowed myself the privilege of checking myself out in the mirror, I
transferred all of my important stuff, like credit cards, driver's license and
stuff like that over to my leather lavender purse. I also chose to wear the blue
calf skin wrist length gloves that I had purchased. I knew it was not fashionable
for ladies to wear gloves any more, but I do see women with them on every once in
a while. I just happen to think that it is very pretty, and feminine in a classy
kind of way.

I took my purse and gloves out to the kitchen door, (the back door of my
apartment) and lay them on the kitchen counter. I realised that I had not yet put
on any jewellery, or my perfume, so I went back into the bed room and sat at the
vanity. I double checked my nails, and decided that another coat of rose pink
would not do any harm.

Once my nails were dry, I chose silver jewellery. I put on dangling earrings,
with three little rods of silver that tinkled prettily whenever I turned my head
and caused them to collide against each other. I put on a delicate silver wrist
watch, on my left wrist, and three delicate silver bands on my right wrist. They
too tinkled in a delicate kind of way, whenever I moved my hand fast enough to
cause them to tinkle. I selected two rings for each hand. Once I was satisfied
that I was as pretty as I could be, I checked my watch. It was 11:50.

I knew that it would take about half an hour to get to my mystery man's farm, so
I would have to leave around 12:30 to get there on time. I did not want to be
late. I did not want to anger him in any way, but deep inside of me, I knew that
I wanted to be there on time, to start being his woman for him as soon as I
could.

The next forty minutes looked to be some of the longest minutes that I have ever
faced.

I checked my reflection in the mirror, and I was pleased all over again that I
had always looked much more like a woman, than a man. I looked like any other
successful business woman, and I liked it. I walked out into the kitchen,
relishing in the sound and the sensations of my underwear, as I went.

One thing that I have always loved about wearing heels, was how the high arched
instep pushed up against the bottoms of my feet. Maybe I had fallen arches or
something, who knows? I also loved the way my high arched foot looked in heels.
And, I have especially loved the way the higher heel and arched foot made me take
small and mincing little feminine steps that I am normally unable to take. I
liked that, because it was the woman gendered clothing item that that I had on,
that made me walk like a woman. I wanted to be all of the woman that I was
capable of ever being.

I am only 5'4" tall, but my feet could be a lot bigger than they are. I can wear
a size 8 1/2 or a 9, depending on the style of heel, and that is smaller than
about half the women in America. I just wished that my hands were more dainty.
C'est la vie, eh? My mystery man would be more concerned about how my hand felt
on him, rather than how it looked on me, I was sure.

Walking daintily and swaying my hips helped me to relax a bit more. By now, I was
also getting used to the tightness around my waist to. I thought that I could
allow myself a glass of white wine to calm my nerves down a bit.

I poured a rather large glass of wine, and went back to the living room to sit
and to watch whatever was on the cable movie channel. It was not a great movie,
but it helped to occupy my mind for a few more minutes. If I did not keep my mind
occupied, I would start to think about what I was going to be doing this
afternoon, which was to be kissed and caressed by this very masterful man that
had entered my life.

I knew that if I allowed myself to do that, then I would get another big painful
hard on. I did not want that to happen. My skirt was tight enough that even the
slightest of bulges in my panties, would show in the skirt. I had to keep myself
from thinking about my mystery man lover, in order to keep the front of my skirt
flat, like it is supposed to be. I knew that I should tie myself back, but for
the first time, I wanted him to be able to get at me freely, should he choose to
do so.

By the time that I finished sipping the wine, which was not enough to make me
feel any better, because I was so keyed up about the coming event, it was a bit
after twelve. I decided that I would be better off if I went for a bit of a drive
in the country to help me kill the time. Besides, I did not want to be late for
getting lost.

Half an hour later, I found I was driving by his place, nearly twenty minutes
early, and trying to get some kind of glimpse of him, maybe out working in the
fields or something like that. There was a small hill between the house and the
road, so all I could see was the second story of the house, and the light green
tiled roof he had mentioned.

The name on the mail box said "A. Baxter".

I drove around the back roads in the area, till it was about ten to one. I got
back to his driveway a couple of minutes before one. I paused, still on the road,
and took several deep breaths. I could not understand why I was so nervous, after
all, I did not have a choice in this did I?

As I turned my car into his gravelled driveway, I found that I was hoping that he
would think that I was pretty. At least, I hoped, if he did not think that I was
pretty, that he would think that I was at least an attractive woman.

I sighed deeply, as I realised that I also hoped he, J. Matheson, was handsome
man, a big and strong, strong enough to make me feel like a weak little lady when
I was with him, handsome man.

Knowing that I had no other choice, I heard the loud crunch of the gravel under
my tires as I turned my car into the direction of the house. I wondered if he
could hear my tires, and would know that his little fairy had arrived. I wondered
if he was as anxious about meeting me, as I was about meeting him.

Each foot of the driveway seemed to take forever to get over, till at last I was
at the top of the hill. I could still not see very much of the house, because
there was a huge bush of flowering purple and white lilacs planted all across the
front of the yard, as though to provide more privacy than the hill provided.

When I got to the end of the driveway, I could see that the grounds around the
house were very well kept up and that the condition of the house was very good. I
liked that. It meant that A. Baxter took care of his property. I hoped he would
take as good a care of his woman, as he did with his property.

The gravelled drive led up onto a patio tiled area, in front of a two car garage.
There was only one car in the open garage. It was an older model of Mercedes
Benz, but it looked in very good condition. I parked behind it, took a very deep
breath to try and steady my fears, but it did not work too well.

I reached over with my gloved right hand, and plucked up my purse with my finger
tips. I opened the car door and swung my legs out, knees pressed together, and
wondered if I was being observed as I did so. When I stood up, I found my skirt
had ridden up a couple of inches while I'd been seated in the car seat. I
smoothed my skirt down to it's proper length, four inches above my knees. I slung
my purse over my left shoulder, took a steadying deep breath, and turned towards
my future.

I minced daintily in the high heels on the gravel, and I walked around the back
of my car, and walked, all be it rather swishily, as I did not want to trip and
fall down, and I made my way up the stone path way to the front door. The front
of the house had a long wide porch on it, stretching from one side of the house
to the other. It was cool and shaded. It had baskets of bright coloured flowers
swaying in the breeze, suspended from the ceiling, which added a sweet perfume to
the atmosphere.

I was too nervous to notice much of anything about the front of the house, as my
heart was beating wildly, and I was having a lot of trouble breathing. My hands
were sweaty, and I was glad that I was wearing gloves. My hand trembled as I
raised my index finger of my right hand to press on the door bell.

I heard heavy movements from behind the door, then I heard foot falls approaching
the door. I stood there, scared like a frightened kitten. I was shaking all over,
and I thought I was doing a masterful job of hiding it. My breath caught in my
throat as I saw the door knob turning.

When the door opened, this strange man that I had never met before, who was going
to be looking at me in my most vulnerable and secret life fantasy, was opening
the door for me. He was going to know that under the prettiness, that I was a
fairy, and that I was here for the purpose of sucking his cock for him. A strange
kind of perverse glee went up and down my spine as I realised that I was going to
be seen as a fairy, by a man who forced me into this role for him. He would know
that I was a fairy. I would not be able to hide that secret from him. He knew my
most intimate desires.

The door opened, and I laid my eyes for the first time on J. Matheson.

He wore faded blue jeans, and a plaid work shirt with the sleeves rolled up to
just below his elbows. His feet were in grey wool socks, the kind with a lighter
grey coloured toe and heel. He was probably 5 10' tall. He had a receding hair
line, but he had what I had hoped that he would have, a goatee. I knew it was
going to be rubbing against my cheeks soon, and I could hardly wait. I had never
kissed a man with facial hair before, and I had always wanted to do so.

His curly hair was a dark brown and a little long at the back. His eyes were
light blue, and they seemed to look right through me. I felt as though he could
see right into my soul. I shuddered to feel so exposed to this man who'd intruded
his way into my life. He made me feel so vulnerable, I loved it. I figured that
he must be in his early fifties.

He was muscular, and masculine. For that, I was thankful. A masculine man always
made me feel so unmasculine, a feeling that I liked feeling. J. Matheson was
making me feel that way right now.

"Ahhh... Right on time. I had not expected that. A ladies prerogative is to be
late, is it not? I am glad that you are punctual. Come in Princess." He smiled at
me as he glanced at his wrist watch, as he stepped back from the door way to make
room for me to enter his lair.

His voice was a rich baritone, and it seemed to echo throughout my insides. Then
he held his hand out to me, to assist me up the one step into the doorway. I
raised a rather limp wristed right hand up, and lay my fingertips on the inside
of his fingers. I could feel his strength. He made me shudder. He was so tall,
and so strong, that I knew that he could do anything that he thought of to do, to
me, and I would have no protection what so ever. I certainly could not go to the
police with the story, if he chose to rape me, could I?

I smiled nervously, as I stepped up to stand right in front of him. Even in my
heels, I had to look up to see into his eyes. I liked that. I liked that a lot.
It made me feel so much smaller and weaker than he was. He stood there, holding
my hand and he let his glance go very slowly from the top of my head, down to the
pointed lavender toes, and then he very slowly worked his gaze all the way back
up again. He made me feel like a piece of meat on a meat rack, just the way men
usually look at women, and I liked being looked at in that way. He raised his
hand to indicate that he would like me to turn around in front of him. I did it,
feeling ever so embarrassed for being scrutinised in such a fashion. No one had
ever looked at me like that before.

"Well, now. I must say, Miss , you certainly are not hard on the eyes. No
siree... You are not hard on the eyes at all. Even though I saw some of your
pictures in the computer, I guess that I was expecting to see a man in a dress. I
was not expecting to see an attractive and graceful young woman. Come in honey.
Come in and sit down in the living room. I will join you presently."

He stayed at the door way as I walked past him. I knew that he was looking at my
bum. I did not want to, but I knew that I put just a wee bit more of a swing in
my swish than I normally did. Mr. A. Baxter was "not hard on the eyes" either,
to coin his phraseology.

I walked into a large comfortable room. The furniture was very masculine, all
done in wood and dark leather, but the room also had a very pleasing lived in
feel to it. I made my way over to an easy chair, and I remembered to smooth out
my skirts in a lady like fashion, regardless of how nervous I was, as I sat in
the chair. I placed my purse on my lap, and slowly began pulling at the finger
tips of my gloves. I was about half way to removing them, when Mr. A. Baxter
returned.

Along with his big smile, he had a tray with two wine glasses and a decanter of
white wine on it. I watched as he served me a glass of wine. This looked like it
was going to be even more enjoyable that I had thought that it was going to be. I
sure did need that wine to help me control my nervousness.

He poured his own glass of wine, and flopped leisurely onto the couch. He sipped
at his wine as he looked at me over the rim of his glass.

"So, Miss . I must admit that I have been intrigued with the idea of meeting
you, ever since I read your stories. I am glad that your impression of yourself
as a passable looking woman was true, and not just something that was dreamt up
in your own imagination. You really are quite feminine in your manner and
deportment, and you certainly are a hot lookin' chick."

"Uhhh... Thank you," I replied in a soft voice. I finished removing my gloves,
and placed them inside of my purse. I then set the purse on the floor at my left
ankle. "I... I am glad that you approve of how I look?"

"Approve? Yes, very much so. I think you are a very attractive, not to mention
graceful young woman. I am curious though. I can not imagine why a man would want
to dress himself up like you do, and act so prissy like. Why do you do it?"

"That sir, is a $64,000 question. I wish I knew. If I knew why, then maybe I
could stop doing it. I... I have been wearing girl's clothes ever since I could
first dress myself in them."

"So, it is kind of like a drug addiction to you?"

"That is the way that I think of it, yes... You could say that it is like a drug
addiction. I..." Nervousness took over and I blushed as my sentence faltered on
my lips.

"So, I gather from the stories that I have read, that you have been dressing up
like a female for all of your life? Did you like dressing up like a little girl?"

"Yes."

"Tell me, when you were small, did you wear pretty dresses and lacy panties, and
play with dolls, and all the other girly kind of things like that, that the real
little girls do?"

I blushed as I looked into his eyes. I knew that no matter what I told him, he
would know the truth anyway, so there was no point in lying. "Yes I did. I had a
tomboy of a sister, who hated being a girl. One day, she was at home when I
thought I was all alone, and she caught me putting on one of her party dresses.
She was real mad at me, but after about two weeks, she would want to trade
clothes with me, where I would be the sister and she would be the older brother.
We played house then, and I always had to be the mommy."

"And you liked that?"

"I... I would have given anything if I could have some how traded bodies with
her, and I could have become the little girl that she was. I wanted so much to be
able to wear pretty dresses to school, and not to have to compete in sports lie
the little boys did. I hated being a boy, if you want to know the truth."

I blushed as I recalled how I had loved playing with dolls.  "Ummm... Debi, I am
really curious about something else. Tell me something. I read the story that you
entitled 'The Sixties Girl'. It sounded like it was an autobiographical story.
Are those experiences that you related in that story really true?"

I blushed again, much to A. Baxter's obvious pleasure, as was evidenced by the
widening grin I saw on his face. It was obvious to me that he loved it when I
acted or reacted in a girlish way to the things he said to me.

Nervously, knowing that I was about to admit my most secret secrets to this
stranger, I licked my lips, and sipped at my wine, enjoying the cool sweetness.
Then, when I had mustered up enough courage to respond to him, I raised my eyes
to gaze into his eyes again. His light blue eyes pierced deeply into me, and it
made me feel ever so feminine and open to him. I loved the way it made me feel.

"Uhhh... Ev... Everything in that story is true."

"You actually invited this farmer, this Gary guy, to come to your apartment after
you got dressed up, and you let him kiss you, then you sucked his cock for him?"

Yes."

"Then you even told him that he could tell his friends all about you, and you
would let them come to see you, and you would suck their cocks for them to?"

My cheeks were burning by now.

"Well, not exactly. He asked me if he could tell his friends about me, and
whether or not they could call me. I told him that it would be okay if he did
that."

"Hey, let's not kid ourselves here Princess. You knew only too well that what he
was going to tell his friends was that he had met a guy who loved to dress up
like a pretty girl, and that she had sucked his cock, and that she wanted to meet
his friends to. You know as well as I do, that the only reason why they would
want to come and meet you is to have you suck their cocks to, right?"

"Yes... I... I guess that if you put it that way?"

"In all honesty, Princess, is there any other way to put it?"

"No... I guess not..." I wanted a crack in the floor to open up so that I could
crawl into it and disappear. It was becoming increasingly obvious to me that Mr.
A. Baxter really enjoyed humiliating me verbally. But, what choice did I have,
but to stay there and take it, take it like a woman?

"And... And you found that you really liked sucking their cocks, because it
pleased you to do the same things that any other real girl does?"

"Yes." I hated the humiliation, but his words were making me have a very painful
bulge in the front of my panties. I was glad that I had the good sense to lay my
purse on my lap, rather than having deposited on the floor beside me.

"I have to admit it, Debi... Even though I see how you look and act, I still find
it hard to believe that a real guy would ever do the kinds of things that you
have done, and then openly admit that he or I guess that I should say, 'she', had
actually enjoyed doing them. I just find that very hard to believe. You know what
I mean? Before I read your stories, it would never have entered my mind that a
guy could ever be like that."

"Yes, I know what you mean. But, that is the way that I am. I can't help it. I
don't know why I am like this, I just am. I wish that I could be a normal guy,
but these desires are in me, and they are too strong for me to stop them. It's
like I am addicted to wearing feminine clothes, and wanting to act like a real
female gets to act. I do not know how to explain it, but I love feeling womanly.
It is the only time that I feel like a human being. It is like some kind of
addiction. I have to do it, to maintain my sanity."

"You know honey, I kind of feel sorry for you. But, I also got to admit it, I am
also pretty glad about it to. Your stories really turned my crank, young lady. I
never would have thought that the idea of a pretty woman really being a boy,
would have excited me, but Princess, you really do excite me. I really like you
to. You have what I can only think of as being a feminine personality, and I
really like that about you."

"You do... You are really glad, I mean?"

"Hey, if you was a normal guy, and you had the good fortune to meet a chick who
got her rocks off by sucking cocks, you'd think that you hit some kind a jackpot,
wouldn't you?"

"I... I suppose? I don't really know. I don't think that I have ever really felt
feelings that normal guys feel."

"Well honey... Why don't you move over here, where I can get to know you a bit
better?"

This was it. This was the moment that I had been waiting for. I also knew that
there was no way that I would be able to deny how he made me feel. Once I stood
up, I would not be able to hide the bulge that pressed against the front of my
skirt. I'd been able to keep it hidden by folding my hands and my purse in my
lap, but that would not work when I stood up.

I was just too excited. Exposing my most secret feelings to this masculine man
had really turned my crank for me. I knew that this stranger would see the
evidence of how much I loved what he was doing to me, no matter what I tried to
say about it.

I looked at him. I knew that I could no longer prolong this moment of absolute
confession. I also knew that there was no way that I was ever going to shrink
down again, not when I was with such a man as this one was. I blushed again, as I
slowly stood up, and I smoothed my skirt down to hang at it's proper length, not
that he cared about that at all. I looked over at him. He was staring at the
bulge in my skirt, and he was shaking his head slowly from side to side.
Disbelief was written all over his face. I had never felt so embarrassed before
in my life. I wanted to die for my shame.

"Shee-it, man. You were not kidding about how much you like doing this kind of
stuff... If I had not seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe it. Even
with that bulge in the front of your skirt though, I still think of you as being
a woman, you know that, Debi? Even seeing that there, I only think about you in
feminine terms. You look too good as a lady to be a real guy, you know?"

"I... I would prefer it, if you always thought of me as being a woman."

"You really would, wouldn't you?"

"Yes..." As I said that, I made my way around the coffee table, and swished
seductively over to where he was sitting. I could hear that sweet gentle swish of
my lingerie brushing over my nylons, that sound that is only associated with
feminine women.

When I got over to the couch, he sat up straight. I turned my back to him for a
moment, to sit down beside him as he had requested me to do. I had just reached
behind me, to smooth out my skirt to sit down, when I felt his big hands on my
waist. He was directing me to sit on his lap. I had never sat on a man's lap
before, and I thrilled as I felt his strong thighs under me, and then I felt his
cock. I knew that I was really turning him on to. Knowing that I could turn him
on like that really flattered my feminine ego.

He lightly wrapped one arm around me, as if to hold me on his lap, and all the
while, he kept sort of humping it up into my bum cheeks. I could tell that he was
pretty big down there. I settled onto his lap, folded my hands gracefully in my
lap, and turned to look up into his eyes. I wanted him to kiss me.

"You... You are wearing a corset, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"You like wearing those things?"

"Yes."

"Good. I like my ladies to be small and petite."

"I... I like my men to be just the opposite..." I blushed again with a very hot
face, as I allowed myself to say that to him. Now that I had met him, and got
some idea of what kind of man he was, I knew that I could really like Mr. J.
Matheson.

"Uh... What is the A stand for in your name?"

"Alexander, but most people call me Alex."

"I like Allexander. It sounds strong. Do you mind of if I call you Alexander?"

He squeezed my waist lightly and smiled at me. "Baby, if you like sucking cock
half as much as your stories say that you do, you can call me anything that you
want to call me."

"Uh... You know, sucking a cock is not the only thing that girls like to do. I
like everything else that real girls like to do, to."

"Like what sugar?"

"Well, every girl likes to feel that she is wanted, and not just for sex. She
likes to feel appreciated. She  wants to feel like she is really wanted. She
needs to feel cherished, when her man treats her romantically."

"Right, I got you. But, as you can feel, you got me wired right up there honey.
Before I can be any kind of romantic, I got to get that little problem solved
first. Are you going to take care of it for me, because it is your fault that it
is there, you know?"

I knew that I did not have any choice in it, but I had a perverse desire to hear
the words spoken. "You want me to take care of your problem for you, Jonathan?"

"I want you to suck my cock for me, Princess."

"Right now? You don't want to work up to it?"

"Oh, I see what you mean. Yeah. You are just like any other female when it comes
to stuff like that, aren't you? Nothing can ever be just straight foreword. You
all want to be romanced to, don't you?"

With that, he put his hand behind my head to hold me still, and he lowered his
lips to mine. His moustache scratched my lips in a most delightful way. I relaxed
and let my hands go to his chest. His chest was flat and hard. Then I slowly let
my hands rise to his neck, as he pushed his tongue between my lips and deep into
my mouth. I closed my eyes and I began to gently suck on his tongue. I could feel
his cock getting even harder under my bum. He was also moaning. Alexander was a
very turned on man, and it was me, Miss Debi, who did it to him. He was so
strong, it thrilled me.  He kissed me all over my face, and he kept returning to
my lips, and shoving his tongue back into my mouth. I sat there passively,
enjoying being the lovee, rather than the lover. I wished I could spend all of my
life like this.

Then, much to my delight, I suddenly felt one of his hands caressing my nyloned
knees. I could feel the callused and the hard strong fingers, as they began to
pry my knees apart. I offered no resistance. I sucked in his tongue as I felt his
fingers slowly push their way up under my skirt, right all the way up to my panty
crotch.

His fingers probed at my crotch for a moment or to, which caused me to moan. I
love it when a man touches me there, right where my pussy should be. I clung to
him, as I enjoyed the feel of his strong fingers pressing up into my crotch. I
wished that I really did have a vagina there, for his fingers to enter me. What
he was doing, made me feel utterly girlish, and it was fantastic.

I opened my thighs a bit wider for him. Then his fingers began to slowly, ever so
teasingly slowly, caress up to the front of my panties, making me almost scream
in delight. It felt like each one of his fingers was bigger than my whole
cockette. It felt like he could break it right off if he wanted to. Then he
grasped me tightly, and I nearly did scream, it felt so wonderful. I would have
screamed, if my mouth had not been so full of his big tongue.

He caressed me through the silk of  my panties till I was just about ready to
cum, then he pulled his hand out from under my dress.

"Yep, I can sure see that you really do love this girl stuff all right. But, I
got to tell you, I love this stuff to. And if you don't get down there on your
knees soon, I am going to explode."

I giggled. "Well, we can't have that now, can we?"

"So... You are really going to suck my cock for me, Princess?"

"It's what you want me to do, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but is it what you want to do to? It is important for me to know that you
really want to do it to me. I don't get my rocks off on some kind of power trip,
forcing you to do it, even if that was my threat over the phone. I thought that I
would have to do that, in order to get you out here."

I smiled, leaned over and planted a little kiss on his lips, then kissed my way
to his left ear.

"This is what I want to do Mr. A. Baxter... I want to do what any other woman
would want to do with you. I love being a woman, and doing what real women do.
I'll do whatever you want me to do to you, Jonathan. If you want me to suck your
cock, I will be delighted to please you in that way."

Then I stood up and moved around till I was standing right in front of him,
between his wide spread knees. I slowly lowered myself to my knees. I could tell
by the look on his face that he was really not believing that all of this was
happening, that I was so willing to be his sissy cock sucker. I giggled inside. I
loved making him feel like that.

When I was kneeling on the floor, Alexander stood up. He looked down at me, as I
looked up into his eyes. He made me feel so small, so delicate, and oh so
feminine. I smiled up at him, to let him know that I liked where I was at the
moment.

To really convince him of it though that I really did love being there and being
in this position with him, I reached up with my right hand, and placed the palm
against the front of his pants. Then I gently pressed, as I let my lips form a
kiss.

I could tell by the look of amazement on his face, that he still had difficulty
believing that another male would get so much pleasure out of doing what I was
doing. I let my fingers lightly grasp him, as I moved my hand up and down, and
his pleasure immediately registered on his face. I liked knowing that I was
giving this man so much pleasure, that it registered on his face like that.

Alexander had made me like him, and I wanted to act like any woman does, when she
likes the man that she is with. I wanted him to like me to, as his pleasing
woman.

CHAPTER THREE

I watched him from my submissive position on my knees if front of him, as he
slowly undid his belt. Then I heard the loud rasp as I watched him lower his fly.
I watched as his fingers plucked at the remaining button. He let his pants go,
and they dropped to a pile at his feet, covering my knees. I heard the pocket
change rattle.

>From my perspective, all I could see was the big obscene bulge in the >front of
his white jockey shorts.

He hooked his thumbs into the waist band of his shorts, and pushed them down.
They fell to lay on to of his pants. His cock looked very big. He stood there,
with a look on his face that told me that he still did not really believe that I
was going to suck his cock for him. I wanted to convince him that I really did
want to be a woman for him.

I smiled up at him again, and I reached my left hand up. I lay my palm on his
shaft, and gently wrapped my fingers around it. Then I very slowly started to
masturbate him. I moved my hand back and forth very gently and slowly, as I
continued to look up at him.

I reached my left hand up. I lay my palm on his shaft, and gently wrapped my
fingers around it. Then I very slowly started to masturbate him. I moved my hand
back and forth very gently and slowly, as I continued to look up at him.  "You...
You really do like my cock, don't you Princess?"

"Yeah... It's so big, so hard Alexander... I really like it... It's so manly."

"You... You are still going to suck it for me honey?"

"I'm going to try, Alexander, but it is so big though, that I do not know if it
will fit inside of my mouth."

"If I remember, you do not like for your man to touch your head when you are
sucking his cock, right?"

"Yeah... That's right."

I raised myself up so that I was standing on my knees. His cock was at my mouth
level. I looked up again at him, as I smiled and placed the first kiss on the tip
of his cock. Then I began to enjoy myself. I loved his smell. I loved how he felt
so strong. I kissed his shaft and left lip stick traces all over the head of his
cock.

I knew that his cock was so big that it might not even fit into my mouth. I also
knew that the only way that it might fit in, was if I lubricated it. I began by
touching the head of his cock with my tongue. It tasted kind of salty, and I
liked it. I quickly licked the entire head of his cock, and then licked half way
down the shaft on one side, then all the way up to the head on the other side.
His moans of pleasure gratified me.

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