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At 46 I found myself divorced. It was my fault. My wife walking in on me with my shaft buried to the hilt in my neighbor's sissy son's tight ass pussy with a prom dress puddled on the floor and pantyhose around his ankles was extremely embarrassing and definitely reason enough. Eric is a real femme pantyboy who prefers to be called Eric(ka). Ericka had begged me to help her with one of those stupid Promposals to a boy at school. I had no idea the boy would refuse. What an idiot! She came to the house blubbering. I can't lie. I'd definitely taken notice of her tight feminine body for years and when she calmed down I told her I'd throw her a Prom right here. My wife was to be out of town that weekend at a work conference so we'd celebrate it at our house. She cooed, "Oh my God DADDY, I'd love that even more!!" When she called me daddy I knew there was no turning back. I told her she could invite friends but she didn't. When she showed up she looked amazing. She wore a short pink dress and pink heels with tan pantyhose and I'd find out later no panties. Her makeup screamed Prom Night after party in Heaven! We started slow dancing and enjoying some wine. One thing led to another and I kissed her gorgeous pink lips, clothes came off, she called me DADDY while looking at me with those gorgeous femboy doe eyes and virgin bottoms were sacrificed. The wife left the conference early and I was caught but this story isn't about Ericka. That's another story for another time.
After everything calmed down and a hefty payout, I got an email from someone name Peter from Russia. Peter said he'd see us next week. I had totally forgotten we'd agreed to host a college-aged student for a study abroad semester a full year ago. I called the program and explained it was just me and they said if it wasn't a big deal could I take the student. It was too late to find other lodgings. I am pretty financially sound even with a divorce payoff so I said ok. Ericka was pretty lovesick and it was HARD because she was just a block away but I told her I could not see her so I looked forward to some company.
In a week I went to pick him up at the airport. What I saw stirred me deeply. A tall slim sleek feminine doll with longish reddish blonde hair. Her cutely accented voice was sultry and I was intrigued to get to know her. The greeting was cordial and she had a lot of luggage. I would find out soon enough what was in those bags. She was wearing a silk top and Capri pants and on her legs into sensible traveling shoes was sheer nude pantyhose. I was now even more intrigued. I was going to have a gorgeous sissy living one room away for a year! We piled all of her bags in my SUV and I took her to get settled in. We hauled all the bags in and she said she was tired and wanted to nap. I let her sleep for a while and then went in. She was laying on the bed and I saw the hosed feet and immediately felt a tingle. I suggested a swim and she quickly agreed. The megawatt smile she gave me as I excused myself to let her get dressed stunned me a little. I was a little dizzy and it only got worse when she showed up to the pool. She was in a 2 piece suit that barely covered anything. I mean it was dental floss, just little squares over her little nips on her tiny feminine breasts. She certainly wasn't shy and I watched that ass as she dived in and came up wet. I think I was wet as well and I was still on the side. I jumped in and we talked and got to know each other more. Her English as excellent. We had a blast and I was loving my new femboy roommate. I excused myself after a while because I was going to have to relieve myself. I would later learn she wanted to help me get relief that first day. We made up for it. I told her dinner was around 7 and she was welcome to wear ANYTHING she was comfortable in. She obviously didn't care to hide that she was a total sissy.
Her arrival at dinner didn't disappoint. I was in the kitchen and she tapped me on the shoulder and said hello in her sexiest voice. I turned to see her in an almost see-thru white dress to her mid-thigh, nude sheer pantyhose and black fuck me pumps. I almost passed out. I managed to squeak out for her to sit in the living room and I poured her some wine. She said she was 19 and wasn't wine forbidden in my country. I said if you don't tell I won't with a grin. We had an incredible conversation about politics and sports and her leg must've brushed my leg a hundred times. I suggested a movie after dinner and she showed off that smile again and kicked off her heels and settled very close to me on the couch. That night not much happened. Jet lag knocked her out an hour into the movie but I let her lay next to me selfishly so I could get a good look then I carried her off to bed. I imagined it being our wedding night as I carried her to bed. I stopped those thoughts quickly. I'm never getting married again. There are too many pantywaist femboys who need a daddy. I didn't undress her because I didn't want to overstep the first night.
I awoke to a wonderful smell. She had cooked breakfast and was making herself very useful. She was dressed in a short sundress with tiny straps and nude hose without shoes. It was an attractive sight for a horny man and I thanked her. We ate and I took her out to explore the city. For the next few weeks she grew comfortable. She told me she'd secretly been dressing since her early teens and was glad she was in a country where she could express her true self. She said that was what was in her extra suitcases, hose, shoes, dresses and lingerie. I told her that she could wear anything she wanted around me.
After a few agonizing months I arrived home from work on a Friday and walked into a darkened house. I was a little confused but I saw what seemed like candlelight coming from the living room. I walked in to a sight that changed my life. Petra as she liked to be called now was laying on the couch in nothing but sheer white pantyhose and a smile. She beckoned me to her with a finger. I got close and she said she figured I would not mind this greeting and just wanted to thank me for all I'd done for her while stroking her tiny hard hosed cock. Studies were going well and she was ready to experience more and I was the perfect host. She dropped to her knees and unzipped my pants and pulled out my manhood. She started with a pantyhose foot job which had me in ecstasy then she started giving it small kisses with that wet pink femme mouth and then slid her lips over it slowly until it hit the back of her throat. I turned and sank into the couch and enjoyed the best blow job I'd ever had. She was an oral angel with hose and a little sissy cock. I eventually blew on her face and she made sure every drop got into her mouth. She then looked at me and said with the most gorgeous smile, "I have good news for you Daddy, I'm pretty sure I'm a slutty sissy cock whore." I knew that meant my balls were going to constantly be empty for the foreseeable future. She changed into a new dress and hose and we made out for hours. She was not ready to give her femme flower to me just yet. I said I would wait. She then moved her stuff into my room and life was good!! I dreamt of that sweet flower that night until I awoke to my cock being drained again.
We fell into a routine. I usually awoke to her hoovering my rod with her mouth or jacking me off into her sweet mouth. That changed one day when I was lost in my tablet reading news, I heard her clear her throat to get my attention. I looked up just as her sheer robe hit the floor and she was bent over in nude hose with her hand massaging her sweet hole. She beckoned me to the bedroom. At that moment I knew I was no longer in charge. Her spell over me was complete. I followed as she sank back on the bed and said, "Take what belongs to you Daddy." She opened her legs and I starting kissing beginning at those sheer covered toes and heading down to heaven. I arrived at her clit and tore a hole in the hose. I licked her clit and ass and made it sopping wet. She'd been doing plenty of prep so when it was time to enter that gorgeous feminine ass she was ready. I started slowly but her moans drove me on. "Yes daddy! Yes daddy!" I then started pounding her with hard strokes. We explored every position more than once with her little clit flopping all around. She practically screamed as I exploded inside her. We caught our breath and laid in each other's arms for the rest of the night. That was just scratching the surface of the dirty pretty things we experimented doing together for the next few months. She said she wants to stay with me forever. I wondered if I could get her a waitress job at the Femboy Hooters but I don't want anyone else imagining themselves inside my Femboy's gorgeous honey hole. My pantyhose Petra princess who worships my big daddy dick is all mine!!
I'm sure we will explore more of Petra's story at some point. I have been exploring Petra top to exquisite bottom a lot but she's going to have to go home at some point and I'll probably find myself experiencing other sweet tight femboys while she's gone. See you soon.