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    A Tale of Four Blowjobs – 4

    9 June, 2018 (13:18) | Gay Sex Stories | By: admin

    by Kimmie Holland (address withheld)
    
    *** 
    
    A sissy goes to sleep with a cock in her mouth--and 
    wakes up with a cock in her mouth. (M/m-teen, oral, tv, 
    sissy)
    
    ***
    
    4. Cock-a-doodle-doo (and bacon too!)
    
    I kiss H on the forehead and slip out of bed. A girl 
    needs to tidy herself up first thing in the morning and 
    a girl like me needs even more tidying up than most. In 
    front of the mirror, I survey the ravages. Not so bad. 
    It could be worse, much worse, and don't I know it. A 
    touch up here and there and I'm reasonably presentable. 
    I pad into the kitchen, still in my fishnet stockings, 
    get the coffee started, wash last night's dishes.
    
    From whence forth comes this instinct�so immediate and 
    unalloyed that indeed I can only call it "instinct"�to 
    take care of an alpha male, to satisfy his desires, to 
    feed his appetites, all his appetites? I ponder this 
    question while the coffee drips into the carafe and I 
    tend to the bacon for H's breakfast sizzling in the 
    pan. 
    
    I've done another quick change into a pink babydoll and 
    a pair of low-heeled open-toed mules, the kind with the 
    superfluous little feather puff on the instep�a 
    metaphor for my existence. I look like a complete pansy 
    standing there in my pigtails but I feel so strangely 
    content and complete: could it be that, ridiculous as 
    it is, this is the role I was engendered to fulfill in 
    the Great Movie of Oblivion?
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    A Tale of Four Blowjobs – 3

    9 June, 2018 (13:16) | Gay Sex Stories | By: admin

    by Kimmie Holland (address withheld)
    
    *** 
    
    A sissy goes to sleep with a cock in her mouth--and 
    wakes up with a cock in her mouth. (M/m-teen, ora, tv, 
    sissy)
    
    ***
    
    3. Morning Wood Sucker
    
    Next morning, fittingly, it's his cock that wakes me, 
    insistently pressing against the crack of my ass; it's 
    sometime well before dawn, the room dark and soft as 
    blue chenille, and though his penis is up and strutting 
    about, cock-a-doodle-doo, H is still sound asleep with 
    his arm around my waist. Nevertheless he's 
    unconsciously thrusting his pelvis against me, his 
    erection instinctively seeking entrance into my warm, 
    soft body. It's endearing, I think, this blind drive to 
    hump me. I'd like to encourage it at every opportunity. 
    Yes, that's it, the idea I want to get across: I am a 
    thing-for-fucking.
    
    I reach behind me and take hold of H's cock and guide 
    it between the cheeks of my ass, which is already 
    sticky with the precum of his earlier somnolent efforts 
    to penetrate me. The head of his cock feels so smooth, 
    so sleek, so hot...and so very big against my tight 
    little hole. Alas, I can't wait for the day when H can 
    simply roll over and sleepily fuck me at will, bend me 
    over anywhere and everywhere, whenever the mood strikes 
    him, to deposit an urgent load of cum in my ass.
    
    And why stop there? Mouth, ass, even if they hollow me 
    out a cunt...it hardly seems as if the body's potential 
    to give pleasure has been even close to fully utilized.
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    A Tale of Four Blowjobs – 2

    9 June, 2018 (13:15) | Gay Sex Stories | By: admin

    by Kimmie Holland (address withheld)
    
    ***
    
    A sissy goes to sleep with a cock in her mouth -- and 
    wakes up with a cock in her mouth. (MM, tv, oral)
    
    ***
    
    2. Pillow Talk with a Mouthful 
    
    Having changed into a short black chemise, I tiptoe 
    around the bed and slip under the blankets next to H. 
    His big body radiates heat and has already warmed the 
    sheets. This is my favorite part of the evening. I curl 
    up, snuggle close, almost clinging to him, like a koala 
    bear on a eucalyptus tree. He puts a heavily-muscled 
    arm around my waist and pulls me even closer, his hand, 
    burning like a brand, resting possessively on the bare 
    cheek of my ass, a.k.a. his ass, as he occasionally 
    likes to remind me.
    
    "Whose ass is this?" he'll ask, giving me a playful�if 
    still stinging�slap on the bottom. Or sticking his 
    finger inside me without preamble.
    
    "Yours."
    
    "Don't forget it."
    
    "I won't."
    
    From where I lie nestled against his hairy chest, I 
    stare up at the shadows of the roses that he brought me 
    earlier in the evening; they're dancing hypnotically on 
    the ceiling in the scant light of a scented tea candle. 
    H. begins to reminisce in the dark. He's recalling the 
    night he took me to an upscale restaurant along the 
    shore. I was wearing an itsy-bitsy backless black mini-
    dress, silver heels, black thigh-highs. He tells me 
    that as we walked up the stairs to the dining room he 
    could see the exposed place between the tops of my 
    stockings and my sheer panties.
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