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Bruce was gone and I felt so empty and yes, guilty. I mean, in one way, I just cheated on a woman I love very much, yet, I didn't feel like I cheated. I mean, I wasn't with a woman and had no intentions of hurting her. In a word, I was confused. I got up out of bed, went to the bathroom, pulled down my panties and sat took a piss. I then washed, looked in the mirror, straighten out my wig and then got a glass of milk.
I kept looking at my new butterfly tattoo - it was beautiful and I FELT SO GIRLISH. It was time for a shower and to take care of the tattoo like the artist said. I took my shower, put on more make-up, then my long hair brunette wig. I slipped on a black nightie, black laced panties, and black slippers with 1 inch heels. I turned to some TV news to relax too. It is funny, as a man, I cannot stand daytime TV, but en femme, I love it. Well, anyway, I watch TV for an hour and started to think about Bruce, my first real cock, and my new tattoo - in all, the entire experience.
I started to get hard and soon I was jacking off, screaming Bruce's name and finally I climax. I shot a load all the way to my face. I couldn't help but take my finger and wipe it off, then licked it off my hand. I wished I was a real girl with a real pussy. I decided to dress for the day, even though I wasn't going anywhere. I grab some of my wife's jeans and put them on with a black knitted sweater with a black camisole, underneath. I put on my gold clip on earrings (I'm allergic to silver and nickel). I put on some fifth ave perfume and turned on the radio. It was now noon when the phone rang. It was my wife. She was fine and I felt guilty for not thinking about her, but relieved she was OK. After about 30 minutes she hung up. Then I got another call - it was Bruce.
I sat with my legs crossed and I found it funny I was using female mannerisms while talking to him. He asked if I ws ok (so sweet). He asked to come by. I of course, said "Yes." I again got week kneed. I put some lube on my rosebud and stuck a butt plug in me to stretch me out a little. After five minutes, I removed the plug and put my wife's jeans back on. I through on some music (Marvin GAYE) AND WAITED FOR MY MAN. Bruce knocked on the door. Once inside, I jumped into his arms and kissed him passionately! He caressed my butt. We broke our kiss. He asked for a drink. I got him a beer and I had a class of wine. I sat right next to him. He was so dreamy. I couldn't help but touch him as we talked about a lot of different things. Wow - he was smart too, which helped. He was in a dark blue pin stripe suit and tie. I started fondling with his tie
and before I knew it I was on my knees, in-between his legs, putting is hard, cut cock in my mouth. It got bigger in my mouth. He then pulled out, pulled me up, walked me to the wall, and pushed me up to it. My front was facing the wall as he played with my ass, then slowly removed my jeans and played with my ass through my panties. Soon he was fingering me, then to my surprise, half his hand was in me.
Then he pulled out and he then quickly stood up and stuck his cock in me. I took it much easier this time. He humped hard and rapidly and he would slap my ass - hard! "You fucking bitch-- what a slut" whop! He then started kissing my neck and bit on me. Soon he screamed, "I'm cumming" and I felt cum leak my ass as he finished. It was running down my legs. I stepped fully out of the jeans, put my panties back on, and wiped my legs with my fingers and licked his cum for him.
We talked for about five minutes then he pushed me down on the couch. He was hard again and I thought he wanted sex. Since I didn't cum, it was easy for me to want him. We kissed and in the missionary position, I wrapped my legs around him, but he didn't want to fuck. As soon as he penetrated me, he began to urinate in me. I didn't know what to do - it felt both kinky and debased. I hated it and loved it at the same time. It of course, was mostly staying in me, but was also leaking out. He pulled out and said, "Go piss like a girl." I ran, cheeks clamped and sat on the toilet and released his piss. Some of course had leaked out on the way. When I came out I said, "Hey, that was a little much." His reply "Shut cunt, you like it." He was right.
I clean up the couch and floor. I dressed up in a black skirt that hung just past the knees, black thigh highs with a lace top and then, 4 inch black pumps. I re-applied my make up with some red eye shadow and bright red lipstick. I cooked us some dinner (tacos) and then an hour later there was a knock on the door "Oh shit" I said. Bruce looked at me "Go answer it."
"I can't, it could be a neighbor or friend."
Bruce said, "It is 8 on the dot, it ain't a neighbor, I know who it is - now bitch answer it." "But, what if" I protested, when he slapped my ass really hard "answer now."
i answered the door. I was nervous, scared, and excited. When I did, it was the tattoo artist from yesterday. He had a big briefcase with him. I still felt scared, but was relieved. Come in "I said."
"Kim, how are you?"
"Fine now" I laughed. He smiled and said, "Good to see you."
He and Bruce shook hands and Bruce said, "Honey, get are guest something to drink."
"Yes dear" I replied. I poured him a beer and brought it to him.
"So, what do you have in mind Bruce" I inquired.
"Well, I haven't told you,, but I'm quite wealthy and I love my bitches with body art. So, I paid Jon here extra money to come here and service you with another tattoo."
"But, I just got one, isn't there a waiting time or something?" I was hoping for away out and trying anything. This was all to fast and now I was getting scared. How do I explain two tattoos when my wife returns in a few days? I wanted NSA fun and now I have a dom who is controlling me - I liked it and despised it at the same time.
"No, there is no waiting time. Plus, you need to be symmetrical. SO you need something on then left side of your snatch."
"But, but" I stampered when he slapped my ass again. Now, take the skirt off and panty hose. Leave your camisole and sweater on as well as your panties. You'll lay down for this, so we can lift your top up if we need."
Jon started to set things up. He put a sheet on the dining table, got a bar stool and opened his case up.
Bruce said, "Lay on the table babe."
I meekly did what I was told. I don't know why for sure. See, I used to be a fighter in my 20s (I now 43) and was very good, but now I felt helpless and needy for attention. I did as I was told. I then said, "What am I going to get" With that, "You are getting a small fairy, you can tell your wife whatever you want, I'm sure you can think of some excuse."
I wasn't so sure. Jon drew the stencil, then traced it on me. Soon, he was inking me. It stung at first. Ass he worked on me, Bruce then became very loving. He held my hand and stroked me a little. "Do you like being me girl."
"Yes" was all I knew to say.
The needle felt like it was cutting deep, but I knew it wasn't. Then something strange happen. I started getting hard. My cockette rose up. I had to remain still and Jon said, "Well, you liked getting ink uh." I smiled, felt embarrassed. After an hour, Jon showed me my new fairy, three inches in length and two across. She looked cute with short page boy hair, bright pink wings and pink mini-dress and slippers. "She's beautiful" was all I could say. He put a bandage on it and I got up and kissed him on the cheek and said "thank u". I don't know why I did it, I just did. He was polite and then Bruce handed him $300. I don't know what Bruce made, but he must not be hurting for cash. Jon left and I could believe what I did next, but I felt so liberated.
I jump on Bruce, wrapped my legs around him and kissed him deep and hard. When I broke the kiss, I said, "Thank u for making me a tattoo bitch." With that, he moved my panties to the side, let his dick out and commenced fucking me. I came without touching myself. It dribbled down both of us and got caught in our clothes. He kept pumping in me and pumping in me. I rode his shaft and my ass-pussy loved it.
We kissed, he slapped my ass and squeezed my legs around him as hard as I could. He carried me to the bedroom, through me on the bed and pumped me hard and soon, I experienced an anal orgasm! What a feeling!!! I yelped like a fucking whore in heat!
He then came in me for a second time. "Well, I gotta go. I call you when I can." With that he zip up and left." I waved good bye, scooped some cum that was leaking from my ass, and put it in my mouth.
Well, I better care for my newest tattoo.
Love, Kimberly.
P.S. Well, write me if you liked it. What kind of a tattoo would you put on me and where. Maybe I'll put that in my next story.