For those who have asked, I live in London and this story is partly based on real life. At least Chapter 1 anyway! Please email me if you want to discuss the finer points. xx
John strides into the house like he owns it. He stands across from me in the living room, "fetch me a drink". Head still spinning and with a thousand questions in my mind I can only stutter, "w-w-what would you like?". "Whisky, neat". I walk into the kitchen with his eyes burning into the back of me, duck around the corner and breathe deeply. What the fuck? I start pouring him a drink but quickly drink it down myself. Feeling slightly steadier i pour him another drink and head back into the living room.
I find him studying various photos of Amanda and her friends on holiday, on a frame on the wall. I pass him the drink. Sipping from it, he looks me in the eye and asks if I know where Amanda keeps the bikini and skirt in the photo. "I really don't know, I'm just here to feed the cat".
"We both know that's not true. You're here to dress up as your friend and flounce about like a little sissy. I'll be honest with you now, you might want to brace yourself. You're a joke. Look at you now - you're shaking. You can't even meet my gaze. You're not fit to call yourself a man. The best thing you've done today is suck her toy." Okay I think, this is getting a bit weird.
"Do you deny it? How do you explain these photos?". I'm speechless. I really can't explain the photos. I can feel my 'manhood' shrinking ever further up to me. My heart is beating incredibly fast - he must be able to hear it - and I'm so so scared.
"Nothing to say, eh?". He walks over to me, I back away until I can feel the wall behind me. He looms over me, surely he wasn't this big earlier. I can smell the whisky on his breath. In a quick movement he lowers his hands, pulls at my jeans buckle and undoes it. My jeans drop to the floor exposing the fact that I'm still wearing Amanda's thong. "Why don't you stop lying faggot?". I can say nothing but a small whimper. He puts his hands around my waist and orders me to go upstairs and back to Amanda's bedroom.
I feel incredibly exposed as I walk up the stairs. John is right behind me, my ass at his head height. Amanda's thong feels very petite, and leaves little to the imagination at the front or back. It is small and tight and my bum cheeks are completely exposed. As I near the top of the stairs, John smacks me hard across the cheeks. Fuck...is there any way out of this?
I stand awkwardly in the bedroom. The air smells so nice, perfumed and sensual. I stand awkwardly - boy clothes on top, and almost naked from the waist down, just this small triangle of lace covering my most intimate area. John starts doing, what I see now is his usual style, and wanders around the room, peering at the photos and shelves on the wall. He starts opening the wardrobe and drawers. Pulling open her underwear draw he gives a little laugh. The draw underneath evidently catches his interest. After digging around he pulls out a few items and places them on the bed. "Put these on". Well, what choice did I have?
I walk over to the bed. Earlier it looked like heaven, as I was able to play at being Amanda. But that was my choice, this didn't feel like fun at all. On the bed John had laid out a few different things. There was a pile of black lace that on closer inspection was a lace bralette and matching panties. Next to that was a pair of hold ups, a red tartan skirt and white blouse. I turned to face him, he nodded and pointed.
I started with the skirt, so I could feel a bit more covered up. It was elasticated so I stepped into it, and pulled it up. It really was very short, I can't believe Amanda would wear this normally, maybe it was a fancy dress item. I then took off the pink thong I was already wearing, trying to hide myself under the barely there skirt - and swapped them for the new panties. They were slightly fuller on the back and sides but almost entirely see through. Slipping my top off I quickly pulled the bralette on, which I noted was also very see through and the lace started to make my nipples go hard. I then put on the blouse, if fitted around my chest but was too short and so exposed my belly button. Finally sitting down on the edge of the bed, I rolled the stockings up and slid them onto my legs.
I caught a glance of myself in the mirror across the room, and recoiled slightly at how slutty I looked. He saw me looking, of course he did. I sat on the bed to stop my shaking and instinctively crossed my legs. He walked across towards me, until he was standing right in front of me. He came further and further forward; I lent further back, he was pressed up against my legs as my head touched the pillow. He stood above me looking down. All of a sudden he grabbed my wrists and walking around the end of the bed, he dragged me on my back across the bed until my head was hanging over the edge. Almost in the same movement he pulled out one of the biggest cocks i've ever seen. It wasn't porn big...but far bigger than anything I had 'accidentally' seen in my straight life. Thick and long it was pointing straight at me as I looked at it from beneath him. He pushed it against my lips and nose.
This was all happening very quickly but in a way felt like it was in slow motion. He muzzled his hard cock against me, I could smell and taste new things. The bottom of his cock head was resting on my nose, it smelt so manly and strong. There was a smear of precum across the tip. I knew what was coming next but at the same time I was so oblivious, not quite accepting of my fate. He started to push against my lips. My mind said no, but my lips gently kissed him and spread, lowering my jaw. He pushed the cock head in. Wow, I had a cock in my mouth. He was gentle to begin with, letting me get used to it, and the ache in my jaw. He started to slide it in and out a bit deeper, really using the angle of my mouth to fuck me at a fast steady pace. Just as I was starting to get used to it he stopped, part way in, pausing and then rammed it about two inches further than before. I instantly blacked out, my eyes going fuzzy and my head felt like it was on fire. I come to a moment later with a burning feeling in my throat. I was spluttering but helpless, he had me pinned rigid. "I just wanted you to know that I can do that at any time" he growled at me.
He settled back into a rhythm of medium paced thrusting. His hands started to explore my body, cupping my chest, squeezing my nipples. His hands went down to the knickers, wear I was rubbing sensually against the gusset. I couldn't help but think whether Amanda had worn this outfit and been in this exact position. He firmly squeezed my balls and pulled out of my mouth leaving a streak of saliva attached to my lips. Without even thinking I tried to grab him with my mouth, wanting him back inside me. Fuck, what had I become?
"Not yet Sissy. I don't want this to be over for a while"