Well, the day had arrived at long last. I was going to see if he was who he held
himself out to be. I hoped he was all that and more. His e-mail letters were just
ever so romantic, and they really turned me on. I hoped that he would turn out to
be all that he had seemed to be in his letters.

I had rented a room at a motel. Trey, or Mr. Trey as I had come to think of him
in my mind, was going to be passing through my city on a business trip. He had
arranged things so that he would be able to come one day early, so that he could
meet me.

, so he knew what I thought like. Now, he wanted me, and he wanted me as his
special lady. I almost melted when I had read his fi

Smitten, as I am sure that he had intended for me to be, I had agreed to meet
with him, on the understanding that there was to be no pressure to do anything
that I did not really want to do with him. He said that was fine with him. He
told me that he wanted his ladies to make love to him because they liked him and
wanted to please him. That was what turned him on about

As I had planned to, I arrived at the motel room two hours before he had
guesstimated that he would be arriving in town. I knew that he was a romantic
sort, so I had rented a rather expensive room that had a queen (quite suitable to
me) sized waterbed and a large fire place. There was a nice fire going in the
hearth already too.

I took my time, and I luxuriated in the tub, in a wash of scented bubbles. I was
just sorry that I could not completely shave off my body hair, but I knew how to
disguise it at least. I shaved for the second time that day as I soaked, as the
last thing in the world that I wanted, was for Mr. Trey to feel like he was
kissing another man, when he finally started to kiss me. I wanted to be the lady
of his romantic dreams for him.

I decided to wear the same suit that I had worn the first time that I had gone to
a support group. The people there had really liked it, and I really liked it too.
I'd been seen in public in it, and I felt a sort of comfort from that. I had
never seen another woman wearing one like it, and it really was quite attractive.

The suit was made of wool, with very pale pink, gray and white vertical wide
stripes, with a long jacket. And I had made the skirt shorter than it was
designed to be, with the hem riding about three inches above my knees. I had
chosen such a short style of skirt because everyone who has seen me, told me that
I had beautiful legs.

Under the jacket, I was going to wear a long sleeved rich silk blouse that
buttoned up the back. It had a high collar of lace trim, and a froth of delicate
lace that fell from under the chin right down to my skirt waist band. I loved
this blouse. It was so soft to wear. It is very elegant, not to mention, very
feminine.

Under the ensemble, I chose to wear a new blue silk slip that was a light colour,
but strong enough of a colour that it could be seen through my blouse. I hoped
that Trey would like it. He had mentioned that he liked ladies whose lingerie
could be seen through their blouses.

I wore loose fitting panties, for two reasons. One is because I do not like to
bind myself up. When I am excited, I love the way my cockette feels when it can
move inside the soft satin or silk. The other reason is that I want a man to be
able to move me around very easily too, and I like for him to grind the intimate
girl material into the only boyhood that I have left to me. I love the way that
feels.

Then, once those decision were made, I sat down to do my makeup.

I like white wine, and Trey liked white wine, so I had bought a bottle. I sipped
my first glass as I carefully put my makeup on. I wanted him to think that I
looked good enough that he would want to take me out into public. I love it when
everyone treats me like I am really a woman, and I love being free to act like a
woman acts in public. Nothing turns me on more than to be a woman, and especially
if I am in public and everyone thinks that I really am a woman, and if I have a
man on my arm, so

I am only 5' 4" tall, and in my three inch heels, I am 5' 7". Trey tells me that
he is 5' 11", so I know that he is more than adequate to look like a handsome
suitor for me. I hoped that he would really like how I look in person. I was
looking forward to looking up into his eyes, as he takes me into his arms.

I carefully completed doing my makeup, and then I enjoyed the sensuous experience
of getting dressed in ladies clothes. I wish that men's clothes could feel so
pretty and sensuous to put on. I take that back. I do not wish that. If they did,
I would have to wear them instead, and I prefer to wear ladies clothes. When I
had triple checked myself for results, and was happy that I had done well, I put
on my jewelry and then settled on gluing on my long pink nails, a perfect match
for the colour of

When I was all done with my nails, and delighted with the look and feel of them,
I went to the full length mirror. I looked good in my white silk blouse, pink
business suit, black nyloned legs and my shiny black high heeled shoes. I slung
my black purse across my left shoulder to see if I looked good enough to eat, and
I thought that I did. I hoped that my suitor Mr. Trey would think that I looked
good enough to eat too. I felt like being ravished and devoured.

I turned on the stereo to an easy listening music station. Then I took a sheet of
paper, and in large numbers, I wrote my room number on it in really dark numbers.
I went out side and placed it carefully on the dash board of my car. That way,
when Trey arrived, he would not have to go to the front desk to find out where I
was. He knew what too look for.

I giggled as I let myself back into the room. I felt kind of giddy. I knew full
well that when Trey saw that note that he would assume that he had the right to
take control of me. I sort of hoped that he would feel that way, but I did want
him to be a gentleman too. I wanted him to act like he said he would act with me.

Two

I set up the instamatic camera, and made sure that there was a fresh film
cartridge in it. To test the light, I went over and stood facing the fire place,
and took one shot. It was a nice picture that developed. I knew that if things
went the way that I hoped they would, that I would end up with a couple of really
nice pics of me, making it with a man. I might eve see one of myself in the same
spot, only kneeling, with his cock in my mouth, if things turned out the way that
I hoped that they wou

Nervously, anxious for the time to pass, I sat on the couch and had another glass
of wine. I checked the delicate silver watch on my right wrist, and knew that
Trey could be arriving any minute. I reached for my purse, and I rechecked my lip
stick, deciding to put a little more gloss on my bottom lip. I had read some
place that when a woman put gloss on her bottom lip, that it made her look like
she liked sucking cocks. Well, I certainly did like to feel a hard cock in my
mouth, that was for sur

I also applied freshening of my perfume, a kind of delicate musk scent that is
designed for males or females. I liked it and thought that it was definitely too
delicate a scent for a man, and I applied it liberally, because it was not a
strong scent, though it had been expensive.

Three minutes later, I heard a light rapping at the door. I was about to get up,
when the door slowly opened.

There he stood. Gawd, he was every bit as beautiful as he said he was.

He was lean and muscular. He had a shock of unruly short brown hair. And I nearly
melted under the gaze of his penetrating brown eyes. He was also very masculine
but not in a macho kind of way. This was a man who seemed comfortable with his
masculinity. I loved that about him.

"Miss Deborah, I presume?"

He entered the room, and his presence seemed to just take control of the room. I
liked him immediately, and I was afraid that I was going to be putty in his
hands. I felt weak kneed, and it was lovely.

I smiled as I stood up. In a soft voice, as I executed a pretty curtsy, I spoke,
hoping that I did not sound like a man. "Mr. Trey? I am Miss Johnson, at your
service."

He came over and stood in front of me. For a long moment he looked me over
carefully, from my head to my feet and back again. He was so slow and deliberate
in his examination that I was terrified that he would hate me. I felt like a
piece of meat on a butcher shelf, and I kind of liked the way he was making me
feel. I felt my erection twitching in my panties. Oh, he turned me on.

He made his eyes return to my eyes. "You my dear lady, are every bit as lovely as
I thought and hoped that you would be. It is my distinct pleasure to make your
acquaintance."

I nearly melted. I lowered my eyes in a shy blush, and I did notice that he had a
bulge in the front of his pants. Well, you can not argue with that kind of proof,
can you? He meant what he had said.

He reached for my right hand, and lifted it to his lips, as he bent at the waist.
I felt his lips lightly flutter on the back of my hand. Yes, he was not only good
looking, but I had already made up my mind. I was going to suck his cock as many
times as he would ask me too. He was gorgeous. He was a gentleman. And for today,
he was all mine. I was going to make him fall in love with me.

He sat on the couch and I poured him a glass of wine. He patted the couch beside
him and asked me to sit beside him. I did so, letting my right thigh rest on his
left thigh. He was so big, when I sat this close to him. I liked it. He wore a
nice cologne too.

He made some small talk, assuming that it was his responsibility to relax me and
make me like him. He was smooth, and I really did like his personality after a
few minutes of listening to him talk. I asked him if he would like to see some of
my favorite pictures that I had downloaded from the internet.

He thought that this was a good idea. I felt his hand lightly caress my bum as I
stood up to go and get the computer ready. I sat it on the coffee table in front
of him.

"Trey, this first set of pics are the pics that I like the most. They are the
kind of poses that I would like to be photographed in. I hope that you will like
them as much as I do."

He smiled as I sat beside him again. These were all pictures of pretty TGs like
me, who were photographed while they were with masculine men. This set of pics
though, in almost every pose, the TG was in a submissive pose, either sitting or
kneeling in front of a man, and most of the men had their clothes on, while she
pleasured him. I had a total of about forty pics in this group. I checked to make
sure the sound card was turned on too.

his elbow, and I watched him watch

I looked down at his crotch. His cock was twitching. I knew that I was supposed
to be a lady, but I let my left hand move over and gently rest on top of his
bulge. He was big, at least seven inches of rock hardness. I could feel him
twitching, and I could feel the heat from his cock as he responded to me and to
the pictures. He liked me. The proof was under my hand.

When that set of pictures were done, I shut off the machine and told him that if
he wanted to see other pictures later that he could. I asked him what he wanted
to do next. He grinned at me and told me that the only thing that he could think
of doing at that moment, was feeling my lips on him.

I smiled sweetly to let him know that I was not opposed to that idea.

He stood up and reached for my hand. When he had me standing in front of him, he
put his hands inside of my jacket and pulled me really tightly against him. I
could feel the hardness of his erection on my tummy, and I felt very flattered to
be the reason for it. He obviously liked me as a woman, and I liked knowing that
I had this kind of effect on this good looking man. I was his lady, and I was
going to be allowed to please him.

Then he kissed me, very lightly at first, so light that I wondered if his lips
had really touched me at all. Then, as I let my arms go up and around his neck,
his lips pressed on mine again, with more urgency. He was breathing heavily. I
lay my head on his chest, and I could hear his heart beating wildly, as I felt
one of his hand going down to cup my bum cheeks in a most possessive fashion.

I turned my head up to him again, and I received his tongue deep into my mouth.
We kissed like that for a long moment, swaying softly to the music. I felt him
slowly begin to gyrate his pelvis, rubbing his cock on my tummy.

"Do you want me to suck you off before we go out for dinner, Trey?"

"Well, dear lady, of course I do. The question is this though. Do you Debi, want
to suck my cock for me?"

I smiled as I lowered one hand to the front of his pants and gently fondled his
cock. "Oh yes..."

I stepped back, and I watched as he opened the zipper, and extricated his cock. I
liked that he was not going to undress now, but just take out his cock. Somehow
it just seemed more effeminating to me. I smiled at him as I watched him slide a
condom over his cock. The he put his hands on his hips.

"Okay lady, time to suck my cock for me."

I smiled shyly up at him, and I reached out to fondle him. He was rock hard. I
had made him that way.

I slowly lowered myself to my knees, enjoying the sense of utter effemination
that was washing over me. I loved doing what real women do, and Trey was going to
let me do it all for him, and for me. When my knees were on the carpet, I looked
up at him from my place of feminine submission.

He smiled down at me. I saw his lust in his eyes. I also saw just a tinge of
masculine superiority over a feminine being, and it made me feel wonderfully
complete. I reached up at began to lightly masturbate him with the tips of my
fingers, and my fingernails of my right hand. Then, while I was still looking up
into his eyes, I kissed the head of his cock, and felt the rubberized head on my
lips.

I could tell by his twitching that what he was seeing, was really turning him on.

I opened my mouth, as I watched his male lust in his eyes, and began to slowly
receive the head of his cock into my mouth. I felt sexier than I have ever felt
before. I felt the head of his cock slowly pass over the sensitive lips. Then I
felt it inside of my mouth, filling me, pushing my cheeks out. I had Trey's cock
in my mouth, and I wanted him to love me for it.

I locked my lips, enjoying my submissive emotions of utter effemination, wishing
for the millionth time that I was a real girl, and that I had the right to do
this to a man. I drew my head back, and I closed my eyes to savor the moment. I
could not help the moan of pleasure that issued from my lips, as I felt him
moving in my mouth as I moved my head back and forth. I was his lady for the day,
and I was starting out just the way I liked to start out my days as a woman.

I took him as far into my mouth as I could, and I tried to swallow his cock. I
knew that I would gag first, but I also knew that guys really liked the way it
felt on them, when a girl tried to swallow their cocks.

"Ohhh... You are the sweetest princess cock sucker that has ever sucked my cock,
Miss Debi. I love the way you are making me feel. You are a masterful cock sucker
honey. I love the way you suck my cock."

I knew that he was not lying, because he started twitching, and I could feel the
end of the condom start to swell up. I gobbled at his cock, wanting him to enjoy
me, as much as I was enjoying sucking his cock for him. I wanted to make him
really cum for me, and I wanted to suck it all out of him.

I loved being the source of his pleasures like this. I kept sucking his cock till
he started to get limp in my mouth again. I knew that he was going to let me keep
his cock inside of my mouth for as long as I wanted to, but we also had other
things to do for the day as well. Reluctantly, I took him from my mouth. I wanted
to be his woman in public and I could not do that if I kept his cock in my mouth
all day, could I?

Three

I sat on the edge of the couch and reapplied my lip stick and gloss, as he went
to rid himself of the condom. When he came back, he swept me up in his arms,
kissed me deeply, and he told me that he just knew that I was going to be a
fantastic cock sucker, and I had proved that he was right about me.

I hung to his neck, happily. I felt my own pantied cockette being ground against
the front of his pants, and I almost considered asking him to do me right there
and then, but it is the role of the lady to wait for when her man wants to please
her. I grinned, and I was determined to suffer the erection in my panties for a
while longer.

Trey took my coat and slipped it up to my shoulders. I slung my purse over my arm
and he put his own coat on. He lead me out the door, taking the keys and
depositing them into his jacket pocket, in a most masculine and possessive
manner, and took my hand and led me over to the passenger side of his car.

We drove the few blocks to the largest mall in the city. I was nervous. Trey
picked up on it and asked me what the problem was. I told him that I did not have
very much experience being out in public as a woman. I told him that being out in
public, though I loved it, always made me kind of nervous.

He grinned and told me that I had nothing to worry about, and even if I did
worry, it was too bad, because he was taking me into the mall whether I liked it
or not. I smiled appreciatively at him. This was just the kind of man that I
needed in my life. I idly wondered what it would be like to wake up beside him
every morning, as his wife.

He told me to wait, and he got out of the car, and came around to open my door
for me. He even offered his hand to help me out. When my skirt rode up a bit, and
he saw the hem of my skirt, his face split in a wide grin of appreciation.

He took my hand and led me into the mall. I was not really scared, but not very
confident either. I could not help but to keep looking to see if anyone was
looking sideways at me. They weren't. It took me a few minutes, but I began to
relax and enjoy it, as he took me by the hand and led me to the windows of the
ladies stores, and comment on the dresses, telling me which ones that he thought
would look good on me. I loved hearing a man talk to me that way about pretty
dresses.

By the time I had been in the mall for twenty minutes, I knew that no one
recognized me as being a male. I let my fingers relax as I enjoyed the feel of
the strength in his possessive hand. Then his arm went around my waist, and I was
forced to walk in a way that had my hips bumping on his. I'd often seen girls
walking like that. I had envied them, and wondered what it had felt like. Now I
knew. I looked up and smiled to let him know that I was falling in love with
being his lady for the day.

He took me into the wine store, and he bought some more wine for back at the
room. I stood passively as I waited for him at the cash. Oh how many times I had
seen women doing things like that, and now it was my turn to do it. I loved every
second of it too.

He then took me into a ladies wear store, and he wanted me to try on a dress, but
I was too chicken. He teased me about it for a bit, then he went over to the
clerk, and bought me some pink satin lingerie, the bra, panties, garter belt,
camisole and slip. It was rich to the feel and it was absolutely feminine. I
could not stop myself from reaching up on my toes and planting a kiss on his
cheek, when he handed me the bag. His arms went around my waist and he claimed me
as his woman, for all who c

We made our way into the restaurant. He ordered a hamburger and a beer. He told
the waitress that the lady would have a seafood salad and a glass of white wine.
He knew that I was too shy to talk in public as my voice was not as feminine as I
would have liked for it to be.

We sat in a back corner booth, me on the inside, and he sat on the outside. That
was the way men and women usually sat in a booth, and I liked it. When no one was
looking at us though, as we ate, he actually slid his hand up under my skirt. I
tried to push it away, hoping that no one would see what was happening, but he
was the man. After a moment, I just went back to eating my salad, and let him
move his hand around, driving me up a wall with my desire for him.

I loved the way his strong fingers felt as he gently caressed my pantied
cockette. He told me it was small and pretty, like I was. I nearly creamed, he
was so gentle with me. Then he told me that he wanted to save it for later on,
for his desert. I blushed.

The waitress came back, just as he was taking his hand out from under my skirt,
and I knew by the smile on her face that she knew he'd been feeling me up. I
blushed, and I loved knowing that I had just shared something that another woman
shared with me.

By the time we left the restaurant, I was amazed to find that we had been at the
mall for nearly two hours. When we were settled in the car again, I asked him
what he wanted to do next. He grinned and told me that he wanted some nooky. I
looked at his crotch, and he was hard again. I smiled at him and reached over to
pat it for him, and told him that it was fine with me, if that was what he
wanted.

Back in the room, we drank some more wine and we slow danced romantically. His
hands were all over my back and my bum. I lay my head on his shoulder, enjoying
my chance to be utterly feminine, knowing that when women were feminine, that
this is what turned guys on the most.

I just loved the way his hands felt on me, as he explored all over me. I loved
the way he was feeling me up.

I asked if we could take some pictures. We took a couple of us dancing the way
that we had been, and I noted that when the pictures developed that they had
captured the dreamy look on my face. Then I took a picture of me kneeling in
front of him with my hands on the front of his pants. Then I took a picture of me
smiling at the camera, and I held his cock in my right hand, and it's head was
brushing the corner of my lips.

Then I took a picture of me facing him, my mouth wide open, and the head of his
cock just about to enter my mouth.

The next picture was of his cock inside of my mouth, and I was looking up at him
in a most adoring fashion.

We sat on the couch then. He lay across my lap, face up. I was holding his cock
as I looked at the camera, and just as the flash went, I licked my lips.

I told him that I could not wait for anymore pictures, and I had to feel him in
my mouth again, and I got off the couch, knelt in front of it, and I took his
cock into my mouth again. I realized that I had not put a condom on him this
time, but since I did not think he would cum a lot this time, I did not run the
risk of ruining my blouse from an overload of cum, so I just kept on sucking him.
As I sucked him, he watched some more of my pictures on the computer.

His cum was sweet when he came, and he did not have a lot, so I was able to keep
it all in my mouth.

When he got soft, I straightened up, still on my knees and smiled at him.

"A man likes for a woman to eat his cum, Debi."

I opened my mouth to show him that I had a mouthful, then I swallowed it. I
opened my mouth again, to show that I had taken his man stuff into my womanized
body, like any other woman does. He was so delighted that he caught me up in his
arms, and kissed me deeply as he carried me to the bed. He lay me down on my
back, and he lay down on top of me, and started kissing all over my face.

"Debi, now you are going to find out what it feels like for a man to love you. I
do love you sweet woman, and I want you to love me too."

He got up on his hands and knees, and moved down to kneel between my legs. He
pushed my legs wide apart. I felt so weak and helpless, so under his control.
Then he pushed up my skirt and slip. He spent a long moment looking at my
panties, and told me they were quite pretty. They were open legged knickers with
lace trim on them. He pushed up one leg, and extracted my cockette.

"Oh my, just as I thought, small and pretty, just like the lady she belongs to."

Then he lowered his head and I felt myself disappearing into his warm moist
mouth. I felt like he was going to eat me alive. I felt utterly under his
control, and I moaned and writhed about as he chewed at me. I felt like I was
really being loved, as his woman.

I could not resist him for very long. I tried not to ejaculate, as I wanted to
make the pleasure of  being his submissive lovee last as long as I could, but he
was so masterful that I had not control. In moments, I was pumping everything
that I had into his suctioning mouth.

I was totally spent. Emotionally, I was more satisfied than I had ever felt in my
life. I felt completely physically not to mention completely psychically drained
as well. This man had taken over me and had drawn my deepest wishes out of me. I
was a woman reduced to complete dependence, and it was a lovely feeling. I did
not even have the strength to roll over. I just lay there, totally exposed to the
gaze of my lover.

Trey, took me out of his mouth, and lay down on top of me again. He started to
kiss me, and soon he was depositing my cum into my mouth. I lay there passively,
too drained to resist him, and I received it all from him. When it was all in my
mouth, he raised up on his elbows, and smiled at me. He told me that only girls
eat cum, where he comes from, and since there was only one girl in the room, that
I was the cum eater of the two of us.

I smiled, loving this man, and I ate the cum he had given me, as though it were
his own cum.

Four

We lay in each other's arms, cuddling for a long time. He was continually kissing
me as he told me how much he liked me, and how, if it was possible, that he would
like to marry me and make me be his wife forever. He told me that he would never
let me wear guy's clothes again. Though I knew it was all just a part of our
fantasy date, I loved hearing these words from him.

I loved the idea of being this man's wife, of never wearing anything but pretty
and feminine clothes, and mostly, I loved the idea of taking the woman's role, in
his bed with him. He knew how to treat a lady like me, and I loved every second
of it.

I reached down and found that he was getting hard again. I asked him if it was
all right for me to suck his cock again. I knew that most guys dreamed of having
a girl ask if they could suck him, and I suspected that my Trey was no different.
I wanted to stroke his ego as much as I stroked anything else for him, as a
reward for being so wonderful to me. He did not resist my request. He rolled over
onto his back. I scooted around so that if he want

The moment I had taken his cock back into my mouth, I felt his hand caressing me
through my panties. He started to gently caress my anus through the panties, and
I found this to be very exciting. I loved the way his fingers felt on me there.
It made me feel open and vulnerable. He made me want to feel his fingers
exploring such a private part of me. He made me feel womanly.

I had never been fucked there before, mostly because I was such a big sissy that
I was afraid of the pain that I had read about. But, the feel of his fingers
there gave me a new desire that I had not known before. I felt a desire to have
him take me there, to fill me with himself in the same way that he would dominate
a woman.

I marveled at this desire, as I had never had such a strong feeling about that
before. I slowly spent a very long time with his cock in my mouth, slowly going
up and down on him, enjoying the feel of being his woman, and sucking his manly
cock for him. I loved the way it felt as the hardness moved slowly over my
sensitive inner lips. It was very manly, compared to my little thing, for which I
was glad. I felt as though I was acting out an act of adoration for a man who was
what I could never be,

Trey, as gentle and considerate a lover as he was proving to be, noted how I
seemed to respond when his fingers were at my anus. After a long time of teasing
me like that, he told me that he would like to fuck me, and make a real woman out
of me. I admitted my fear of the pain, and he told me that he would be very
gentle, because he wanted me to really learn to like having his cock inside of
me. He told me that he wanted me to love having him inside of me, and so he would
do it in a way that wou



I rolled onto my back, and he raised my ankles up to his shoulders. He reached
into my panties, and undid the hooks of my under foundation. He pushed the back
part back, and he gently began to caress my anus. I was so open to him. I was
completely vulnerable. I had no choice but to submit to him, given the position
that I was in. I knew that if he decided to just go ahead and shove it into me,
raping me, that I would have no choice but to receive him. It scared me. He was
so much bigger and stro

He saw the look of tender fear on my face and he kissed me. He told me that he
wanted me to fall in love with having his cock buried deep inside of me, so he
was going to make sure that he fucked me in a way that was going to make me beg
for more. I liked the idea that I might want to beg to have him fill me at some
time in the future.

I felt some cold cream from his fingers being applied on my anus. Then gradually,
he worked one of his fingers inside of me. It was not very comfortable, and after
the initial entry, it did not hurt. He kept fucking me with his finger for a long
time till he could see that I was starting to enjoy it. I did like having him
inside of me like that.

"There is nothing like it for a man, to take possession of his virgin honey. You
just lay back and let me do everything sweetcheeks."

I looked up at him, and a swell of kindly emotions washed over me. Yes, he did
want me to like it, because now I knew that he loved me enough, that he wanted to
come back again, and fuck me again, and he wanted for me to want him to fuck me
again. I hoped that he could make that happen.

I relaxed even more, as a growing knowing settled into me, that I could trust
this gentle big man who loved his newly discovered woman.

I soon found that he had two fingers inside of me. Then it went to three fingers.
I was amazed that he had been able to stretch me so big. His fingers were not
small. I felt really full, but aside from some discomfort, there was no pain. I
was amazed and thankful about that.

"Are you ready to get your little pussy fucked for the first time my sweet little
honey?"

All I could do was to whimper in fear. But, I knew that he was going to fuck me,
and make a real woman out of me.

I felt him put the head of his cock to my pussy lips. Then he began to very
slowly push ahead. I was amazed as I felt it very slowly begin to enter me, with
only discomfort, no pain.

I lay there like his woman would, looking up at this kind masculine man, and I
felt his cock entering into me like I would if I was really a woman. I was truly
delighted to know that I was, at long last, receiving a cock like a woman
receives a man. I was ecstatic. I had wanted this. Now, I was getting my pussy
filled by a man.

I tried to relax and open wider for him to enter me. I wanted him to drive it in,
and fuck me deep, but I knew that he would rip me apart if he did that. I was
thankful that he was more interested in pleasing me, than he was in just fucking
my brains out for his own pleasure. I could so easily love a man like this.

It seemed to take him forever, and I marveled at his self control. Ever so
gently, he would press in a bit, wait till I adjusted to him, then withdraw a bit
then press in again. I do not know how long it took before he was laying on top
of me, and I was aware that his whole seven rock hard inches were buried all the
way up inside of me.

I was a fucked woman at last, and this loving man had done it in a way that made 
me want for him to take me again in the future. I loved how it felt, to contain
and control a man's erection, inside of me.

Trey kissed me as he slowly slid himself into me, then back out. He moaned and
told me what a sweet tight little pussy that I had, and how nice it felt on his
cock as he fucked me. He told me that I had the kind of pussy that he could just
die in because I felt so nice on his cock.

I lay there looking up at him, seeing the emotions cross his face, and he had his
manly way with this maiden of his. I saw the pleasures he was taking with me, and
I was pleased to please him so much. I loved watching the intermittent strain and
blisses that kept crossing his face, as I felt him moving deep inside of me. I
tried squeezing to see if I could make things register on his face. It worked.



He came, driving himself deep into me, with a low moan and he called me his
pretty princess sissy, and I felt him deposit his cum into me. I felt him
throbbing inside of me as he came in me, like I was his woman, and I thought that
I had never felt such a deep sense of joy and bliss before in my life.

We lay there like that for a very long time. He stayed inside of me till he got
too soft, and I was sorry to feel his cock leaving me. But, I knew his cum was
deep inside of me. I was his woman, his lovee, and he was my man, my lover.

We got ourselves together, and he took me out for a light supper. We decided that
rather than go to a bar that we would like to go back to the room again. We
agreed that we just felt like spending tender quiet moments together. I felt like
I had a connection to him that I had never had with another human being, and all
that I wanted to do was to be alone with him, and let this wonderful new emotion
grow in me. I knew that it was because he had fucked me. He had somehow not just
entered my body,

We spent a long time on the couch, watching the television, sipping wine, and
cuddling and kissing each other. It was such a sweet time for me. I wanted to do
anything that I could to show him how much I cared for him. I loved feeling this
way for a man. I had not known how sweet it could feel.

I got him hard again, and I knelt down on the floor in front of the couch. I
opened his pants, and I took his cock out. I lovingly sucked it for a long time,
till he was rock hard. I looked up at him with a pleased smile on my face.

He looked down, and he smiled. "You want me to fuck you again, don't you honey?"

In answer, I went over to the bed, and knelt there, my knees on the edge of the
bed. I felt like a submissive slut, and it was such a delightful feeling. I felt
utterly submissive and under control, and it was a sweet emotion to me.

I felt him move up behind me. He raised my skirt and slip, and he lowered my
panties to my knees. He reached between my legs and opened the foundation garment
for the second time. I felt his fingers begin to apply the lubricant to me. Then,
for the second time in my life, I felt his cock begin to enter me. I felt utterly
under his control, and I loved it.

As he fucked me, he reached around under me and began to masturbate me, by
grasping me through my panties. It was so wonderful. I came in his hand as he
came deep inside of me. I was completely like an insturment, played by the hands
of a musician.

All too soon, I had to kiss him good bye.