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Sissy Tina Waits, with Impatience – Part 2
I've written a lot of my time spent as Tina and, all I've done for him and his friends, since seeing that attachment to an emails response. The photo he'd sent had led to me doing allsorts for him and his friends, mates and acquaintances.
And, Now... I knew I had become a real Sissy Slut, for hard cock. And even worse is that I really crave it. And, that Need and, my impatience in finding satisfaction had led to me placing an ad and, me giving my home address, to a stranger. And Now, after using my asspussy, the stranger had left and, his friend had entered my room.
"Oh yes," I heard muttered, looking over my shoulder at my Johns' friend, a much younger fellow indeed: "So Mike was telling the truth! You sure bout this?"
So, that'd been his name? Mike.
It'd hardly mattered really, his friend, his friend was here now really, his friend was here now.
"Uh-huh," I'd answered quietly, very aware of his fingertips on my left inner-thigh, that was coated in Mikes creamy gift, already drying on my skin.
And, his fingers travelled up, higher, to meet mine, still esconsed in my gaping ass pussy, which I'd sought to fill again.
Now that I'd been had again, I just... wanted more.
So, as his fingers entered me, I'd taken mine out; hoping that he'd realised my ass-pussy was now his, as long as he wanted it.
"I locked up. Mike told me that was your condition... and, that I had to tell you. That alright?"
"Oh yes..." I'd groaned into the pillow, as his fingers slid in and out of me.
Maybe he didn't have his friends commanding manner, but it was evident that he knew what he wanted: because as he used his fingers, this fellow was undressing himself with his other hand.
And gawd was I leaking onto the duvet, as this stranger had finger-fucked me.
"I'm Graham," the young man told me; the way he said it suggesting I respond.
And, looking over my shoulder again, I'd moaned a little, my hardon surprisingly so, inside my panties my panties and, rubbing slowly back and forth against the duvet.
"I'm Tina... Sissy Slut Tina..." I'd told him, glad I'd finally got the chance to say it.
"Mike said you'll do anything I want, is that true?" He'd asked me, stepping out of one sock, then the other.
He was young, naked and horny.
And, I told him, "Yes, its true..."
"Well, he's waiting in the car... Tina. So I don't have too long. How about you give me your mobile? I'd quite like to find out what else you might do for me..."
"Oh anything..." I'd responded, legs as wide as possible, but..." Oh Gawd, did he finger me well! "But, I don't do mobiles..."
"Landline?" He'd asked, his fingers hitting places that just hadn't been touched earlier on and, I'd groaned with pleasure.
Yet finally he stopped fingering me and I'd turned my head, to look over my shoulder to him, begging; "Please... please, fuck me."
"Landline?" He asked again.
I couldn't,' I'd thought, briefly: I've allowed so much, having these men, in my home. Just, for cock...'
Yet, I'd wanted it, so bad.
"Yes," I sighed. And, I had given him the landline number and, my real name; telling him to be sure to ask for me, IF anyone else answered.
I knew who might answer and, there's noway I wanted her to know I was a Sissy Slut for hard cock.
"You'll hear from me soon then..." Graham had assured me, lying on top of me and, guiding his hard shaft into my ass-pussy, already well-lubed by his friend.
And, I'd groaned into the pillow I'd clutched tightly, as he sank deeper into me and, I'd loved the depth he found, filling me, like I imagined young John might, IF I ever got the chance to he his Sissy Slut.
Then as he bottomed out, his ballsac pressed hard against my buttocks, I tightened my asspussy walls against his hard flesh, making myself just that little bit tighter for him, so as to enjoy his fuck.
"Oh yes, that's good..." he sighed against my left ear, which he'd kissed and nibbled, as he began to draw out slowly, then sink back down into me, causing me to whimper a little, with the delightful pleasure and pain, of a long dicking.
And, he held himself up from me on raised arms, as he began his power strokes and, hammering into me, at a ferocious pace, Graham had begun to slap at my ass-cheeks with each thrust into me.
Yet, all too soon, way too soon, I could feel my man tighten up and, his thigh's tremble: "I'm gonna..."
And, before he could say `cum', he had... shooting his seed deep into my bowels, to disappointment. I hadn't needed to cum. I'd wanted to be fucked. Yet...
"Aw yes," he muttered, as he slumped down on top of me; "That was good."
I'd been gasping, though not as much as Graham, who's exertion had taken it's toll, it had seemed
"Yes," I agreed, turning to look at this handsome fellow. And, I'd kissed him, as he went limp inside, then slid out of me slowly, leaving me gaping and dripping a man's cream again...
"You know I'll definitely phone, don't you?" He muttered, as I stopped kissing him.
"Yes," I grinned, caressing his face. After all,' I'd thought, what man's going to pass up the chance of a fuck with a willing Sissy Slut, like Tina?'