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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 – 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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    A Tale Of Four Blowjobs 1

    9 June, 2018 (13:14) | Gay Sex Stories | By: admin

    by Kimmie Holland (thefreakbox.blogspot.com)
    
    ***
    
    It's a 4-blowjob night for this sissy. Here's the first 
    one. (MM, tg, cd, oral)
    
    ***
    
    1. First Time (That Night) He Used My Face...
    
    After pizza by candlelight, he calls me over to sit on 
    his lap. I settle my pantied bottom across his thighs 
    and put my arms around the back of his big neck. We 
    talk and kiss, doing less and less of the former, until 
    we're doing almost exclusively the latter. Meanwhile 
    his hands have found their way under my nightie, inside 
    my nightie, down the back of my nightie. It feels as if 
    he has seven or eight hands and they are all over my 
    body.
    
    He makes me admit what a slutty little girl I am. What 
    a dirty, cocksucking mouth I have. He has me tell him 
    how many men I've sucked off. I can feel his cock throb 
    under my bottom when I give him an honest answer. Gosh, 
    even I'm surprised: it's a lot of cocks!
    
    "And you swallowed every time didn't you, you little 
    cunt, didn't you?"
    
    "Oh yes," I whisper into his ear�and that, too, I'm 
    perversely proud to admit, is the truth.
    
    His cock pulses again: picture the ring of muscle that 
    passes through the body of one of those thick Amazonian 
    rainforest snakes. That's what it feels like, something 
    predatory and feral and sexy that's just woken up, 
    hungry and looking for dinner. That's me: what's for 
    dinner.
    
    "You love it don't you, you filthy bitch?"
    
    "Yes I do."
    
    "You love to suck cock?"
    
    "I love to suck cock."
    
    "You need it, don't you?"
    
    "Yes, I need it."
    
    "Show me."
    
    I slide off his lap and H stands up, undoing his belt, 
    then the top button of his jeans.
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