Surprising Susan (part 2)
Many CDs turn into sluts, just used by horny men, but Susan meets a man with something else in mind. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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Susan took me inside and turned a light on. I took her into my arms again and resumed kissing her. My hand worked its way up her dress and squeezed her clitty again. She was rock hard and fully aroused. Her kisses confirmed how full her passion was.
I pulled her to me and pressed her hard clitty against me while I reached behind her and held each of her cheeks in my hands, fondling their soft roundness. I slipped a finger between her cheeks and found her tender rosebud, and gently pressed on it.
Susan moaned with pleasure and said, "Oh Bill, I've never been like this with a man before – tell me what you want me to do."
"Take me to your bedroom," I said, prepared to give her more new experiences.
Susan led me to her bedroom and I had her kneel on the bed with her pretty ass in the air. I lifted her short dress to reveal her pretty ass and placed the dress on her back. Kneeling next to the bed I spread her cheeks and kissed her rosebud tenderly.
"Oh!!!" she cried out, "that's wonderful!"
While I really love to rim a girl for the first time, I'm always just a little apprehensive because I like them clean – I'm not at all into scat. Most Tgirls make a point of being what I call "kissing clean", but Susan might not be. I was pleased to find that she was indeed clean enough to make rimming a joy for me.
Sticking a tongue into a girl's ass may seem like an odd thing to do, but it can drive them wild, and that's why I love doing it. When I see a girl's ass with cheeks spread, as if inviting me to kiss her, I think about how it will turn her on!
And so it was with Susan. As I kissed her I reached between her legs and felt her hard clitty – I knew she wanted to cum, but was so accustomed to men having their way with her that they never gave her the pleasure she craved.
After about five minutes I told Susan to roll onto her back. I put a little lube on my fingers and slipped one into her and she smiled in appreciation. I worked the finger in and out while watching her hard clitty bob around just inches from my face. When I felt she was ready I slipped a second finger into Susan and began wiggling them around.
Susan lurched, almost as if to jump right off my fingers, but I kept them moving in her. I took her clitty into my mouth and ran my tongue over the sensitive head. I had Susan on the brink of cumming for the last ten minutes and she could take no more. Soon she was pumping her hot load into my mouth, which I eagerly received.
I could feel her clitty pumping with my lips around her shaft as her ass tightened and loosened around my fingers. I stayed with her clitty in my mouth and my fingers in for a few minutes, giving her time to come down from her climax.
I pulled off her clitty and out of her ass. I swallowed as I went to the bathroom to wash my hands.
I returned to the bed and kissed Susan on the cheek, recalling that she would probably be feeling ashamed and not in a kissing mood. "This is a good time for me to leave now," I said, "My phone number is on your night stand."
I left a note on her night stand with my phone number, and placed her panties next to it.
I left and drove home, replaying the wonderful events of the evening. When I got home I jacked off thinking about Susan, hoping to see her again. Before I went to bed I plugged my phone into the charger and noticed that I had a new message. Checking it I saw it was from Susan, and said, "Thank you so much – I didn't take care of you – I want to see you again – please call."
Resolving to call Susan in the morning, I went to bed, drifting off to sleep while thinking about her.
The next morning I called Susan. She began by apologizing for not taking care of me but I stopped her and told her that I just wanted us to have some wonderfully shared experiences, and last night was a great start.
I asked her out for dinner and she agreed. After work I arrived at Susan's and she greeted me warmly, inviting me in. She put her arms around me and kissed me, demonstrating much more kissing skill than she had last night.
"You had me entirely under your control last night," she said, "of course men have always been in charge, but you take charge in a different way."
"How so?" I asked.
"Other guys just boss me around and make me pleasure them," she said, "But you take control of my body and make me feel things no other man has made me feel before."
As I kissed her I assured her that things will be different with me if she chose to stay with me.
"Please Bill," she said, "I want to be your girlfriend, and will do anything you say."
"First of all," I said, "if you are going to be my girlfriend, you will NOT be my slave! You have a free will and you will stay with me because you choose to, not because I force you to. As the man, I will of course take the lead, but will be respectful of your needs and desires."
"Sounds great to me!" declared Susan.
"I'm afraid I've smudged your lipstick," I said, "so you probably want to touch up your makeup before we go."
Susan returned and I realized that she was wearing a short dress similar to last night. "Susan dear, do you have a longer dress you could wear?" I asked.
"Don't you like this one?" she asked, with a hurt look on her face.
"Yes, I really like it, and it is very suitable to going to clubs, but not for a regular restaurant," I explained.
"I thought we would go to the club for dinner," Susan countered, "I've never been out in public anywhere else."
"You will tonight," I said.
"Oh please Bill," Susan pleaded, "don't make me do this!"
I led Susan to the couch and asked, "Susan, do you really want to be a girl, or are you just dressing to attract horny men?"
Susan began to cry and I immediately felt like a jerk. I always feel so helpless when a woman cried – what do you do?
"I never really thought about it," she said, "but now that you put it that way, maybe I've been going after the wrong thing."
"My girlfriend Marcy told me that girls like us never had real boyfriends," she continued, "but were just cumsluts for men to use."
"If that's what you want I'm not criticizing," I said.
"It's not what I want," replied Susan, "but it's what I have! I've been taking hormones for two years, trying to be a girl, but I'm still just a faggot in a dress!"
"If you really want to be a girl," I said, "that changes all NOW!"
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