King Vincent Parts 1 and 2 by Katie_Johnny

A literotic sexstories: King Vincent Parts 1 and 2 by Katie_Johnny ,

I meet a guy online who convinced me to pretend I was a desperate person looking for a room to rent, and baits me into dressing up like a sissy girl for him in order to get accepted into his house.

King Vincent

1. The Online Flirt And Proposition

I found myself online, looking for fun, when I met Vincent. His user ID was “King Vincent.” He was 6’3”, 230, Black, and 37 years old. He had a picture of his face on his profile, and he also had a thick beard, which isn’t my favorite thing, but ok. I was older, shorter, weighed less, and white. If you’re wondering why I didn’t list my specific stats, it’s because a lady never tells….lol

I’ve felt like I should have been a girl since I was a little kid. I never got to express that side of me, given my surroundings. My entire family was conservative, I was the middle child of 3 boys, and we lived in Mississippi, so again, I never got to express that side of myself, and you can totally see why.

I would wear my mom’s lingerie and dresses and so forth privately if I ever was home alone, but that’s pretty much the extent of my exploration at that age. I am telling you all of these things up front to set the scene for where I am today, and where I was when King Vincent entered into my life.

One thing I’ve learned about gay hookup sites is that most gay men aren’t into Trans or sissy girls, at least on the surface. The ones that are into trans and crossdressing sissy girls fucking LOVE them, but they’re not the majority. I am an amateur crossdressing sissy. Yes, I’ve always felt like a girl, but my opinion on becoming a Trans girl is that if you don’t start early, it becomes a massive uphill battle to ever feel the way you dreamed it would feel.

All of that is to say that sometimes I don’t present myself as a Trans sissy when I’m looking to hookup online, because that would be an immediate deal breaker for most men. I figure that if I hit it off with a guy, and we hookup, I can slowly expose myself as the girl that I want to be. That was how I presented myself to King online. My profile said, “Man looking for Men.” My sexual preference said, “Bottom, Oral.” He was a man looking for men and his preferences were, “Top.”

We made general small talk, then he asked for a booty pic. I don’t keep those kinds of things on my phone, so I laid down on the bed, pulled my panties to the side, spread my cheeks with one hand, revealing my tight balloon knot, and snapped. I sent it to him, and asked him for a cock shot.

“Damn, that pussy looks tight,” he said, and he sent over a pic of his package.

His cock was thick, looked to be about 8”, and noticeably curved to the left.

I replied, “Damn, that cock looks delicious,” and I could see that he was typing and crafting a response to me almost immediately.

His reply was, “Think you can handle it? I live alone, so I will host. I’m free between 10am and 3pm. What time works for you?”

I told him it looked intimidating, but I thought I could get there, so long as he was gentle to start, which he promised he would be.

“What do you want to do with it?” he asked, and sent a few more pics of his cock, one of them showed him shooting a big rope of cum, which really turned me on.

My heartbeat intensified as I thought of how to answer him. To someone who thinks like a sissy, that is a loaded question, because I will often overanalyze how I should respond, because I want to let him know multiple things with my reply, because I’m looking for more than just sex when it comes to being with a man.

I want to make him happy, first and foremost, but I also want that indescribable feeling of being desired, coupled with feeling appreciated by a man, and to feel that he’s being protective of me, and cares about me like I’m his girl.

To me, the societal role of a woman is just as appealing as anything else that goes along with being a girl. Thinking like a girl is torturous at times. To convey all of that in a chat message sounds easier than it actually is, but I gave it my best shot.

“For starters, I want to lay my head on your hairy chest, and stroke your cock gently in my hand, as you nibble on my neck and on my earlobes, and I feel it growing as we are laying there.”

I sent that message, and he immediately replied, “Keep going,” so I did.

“I want you to kiss me as I’m holding onto your cock that is now becoming rock hard, and I want to feel your hand caressing my ass cheeks, then moving from outside of my panties to inside of my panties, as you sweetly poke and prod my tight little pussy.”

He replied, “I’m not big into kissing, but perhaps I can make an exception if you smell good and have a clean mouth. Continue.”

“After making out for a few minutes, I want you to guide my head slowly down your body, so I can kiss you from your neck to your cock, and when I arrive there, my body is turned around so that my ass is right next to your head, and you can do as you please with it to get me ready for you while I slobber all over your cock.”

He immediately replied, “Hot as fuck. Will you lick and suck my balls? Will you eat my ass?”

“I will definitely lick and suck your balls,” I replied, “but I’m not really into eating ass, baby.”

He asked why I wasn’t into that, and I replied, “Let’s not forget, I’m the girl here, I’m the one that is giving my pussy to you, daddy, so eating your ass seems pointless. You should be tonguing and eating my pussy, not the other way around.”

He didn’t immediately start responding, which made me think I had blown the whole fantasy up with my bossiness. A few minutes elapsed before I finally said, “Is that a deal breaker?”

He responded, “No, I like to get my ass eaten, but I like fucking ass more than anything, and you’re the one wearing the panties.”

To clue you in on how dysphoric my mind is, I thought that was the sweetest thing in the world that he could have said to me. I was all his at this point.

Then he said, “What time will you be here? Also, don’t show up wearing any girl clothes or makeup. I got neighbors around here and no one knows about me. I have lingerie at my house that you can wear, understand?”

“Yes sir,” I replied, but that did sort of concern me. Part of the thrill and the rush to me is getting ready for a date like a girl does. I like doing my hair and makeup, and like picking out my slutty clothes and lingerie, etc.

Then he said, “I don’t know if you are into this or not, but we’re gonna role play.”

I was intrigued, and replied, “Oh yeah? What are our roles gonna be?”

I could see him responding, and I have to admit that I was genuinely excited to see what kind of imagination this guy had. Was he going to make me a hooker? Would I be a damsel in distress? Would he conjure up a scenario where he raped me? As my mind raced for answers, his reply popped up.

“I have a room for rent. You’re just a normal dude who is responding to my ad and coming by to check out the place. I show you the room and tell you that others are coming by to check it out as well. I notice you staring at my crotch, and you notice that I saw you. I tell you the price of rent, then tell you that I would be willing to knock $200 off the first month if you were willing to please me before leaving, then tell you that I have some girly lingerie that I want you to wear as well. What do you think so far?”

I was sitting in front of my computer, rock hard, and stroking my clit as I read it, but I didn’t want him to know that.

I replied, “So far, so good, please continue, King.”

I could see that he was typing again, and I couldn’t wait to see how this scenario was going to end. After about 5 minutes, he finished it off.

“You’re going to decline the offer and say you’ll just pay full price, and that you don’t want to wear lingerie like a sissy. At that point, I will inform you that I will refuse to rent to you at all, and wish you good luck. This will take you by surprise, because you know that there are no rooms to rent in town, while I’m showing you the outline of my cock through my sweatpants. You want that cock, and you want that room, so you reluctantly agree to go ahead with it. I show you to the bathroom, and come back with a pair of black lace panties, a black babydoll nightie, and some red lipstick, then tell you to meet me in my room. You will be nervous, and very vulnerable as you enter, and lay down next to me. The rest of the scenario writes itself. Are you in?”

I had pre-cum dribbling down the shaft of my clit as I responded, “I’ll see you in a little while, Mr. Landlord.”

He replied with a smiley face emoji, and I began gathering my things to go.

2. The Act

I arrived in baggy clothes, and nervously walked up to King’s house. I grabbed a newspaper and circled a classified ad to add to the authenticity of my performance. I knocked on the door, and within about 30 seconds, he opened it. He was much more attractive in person than he was online, which is rare. He had nice eyes, really broad shoulders, and a nice smile.

He said, “Hey, I’m Vince, come on in and I’ll show you the room,” so I followed him inside.

I’ll spare you the details on the “interview” portion of our encounter, because it went exactly as I have already described, with one little difference. When he showed me my room, he let me walk in first, and I was standing there pretending to size up the room, he quietly got right up behind me and said, “It’s nice, isn’t it?” When he did so, his rock hard cock grazed my butt cheeks, and he made a grunting sound ever so slightly, so that I could hear him. It gave me goosebumps all over my body.

When I went into the bathroom, he excused himself, then came right back in and handed me my outfit. All of my fears about the lingerie he would have for me were eliminated after I looked in the bag. The babydoll nightie was Victoria’s Secret, and was black satin with pink details around the bra cups, and little pink bows at the hems of the slip. VS is not the nicest stuff, but it’s damn sure not Walmart quality, either.

The panties were soft black lace with a nice big hole in the rear where my pussy was. They weren’t something I would have picked out, but they were pretty, and gave him full access. The lipstick was Covergirl, and the color was called “Seduce Scarlet.” I put on the panties and nightie, applied a thick coat of lipstick on my lips, and checked myself to make sure I was nice and clean, then exited the bathroom.

I didn’t have to act nervous or vulnerable as I walked into his room, because I really was. He was under the covers, and had some 70’s R&B ballads playing in the background. There was a compilation of amateur interracial sissy porn playing on what must have been a 50” flat screen that was propped up on a trunk at the end of his bed.

“Come here, girl,” he said to me, and pulled the covers back to reveal that he was totally nude. His dick was relatively flaccid, and it still kinda looked big. He said, “Put your head on my chest, and get warm,” which I did so immediately.

He stroked my hair with one of his big hands, and I began to feel soothing comfort radiating off of him. I glanced over on his nightstand to see a tube of lube, some magnum condoms, a bottle of poppers, and a vape pen, then started instinctively rubbing his chest and belly, and gently kissing and licking on his nipples. He was making pleasant and approving sounds as I did so.

“That dick ain’t gonna get mad at you if you grab it,” he said, then kissed me on the top of the head, and I immediately got one of my hands on it. I gently stroked it in my hand as he exhaled in pleasure and laid back to enjoy it.

I love when a cock begins to stiffen as I hold it. There’s something so empowering about it to me. I’m making that cock hard. He’s getting hard because I am exciting him, and that is a total turn on. The only issue I have in this scenario is that as soon as it starts to grow, I have an uncontrollable urge to begin sucking it. I wouldn’t call it an issue, I reckon. It’s just my genuine cock slut reaction.

I heard him taking a pull off of his vape pen, and it smelled like strawberries when he exhaled. I told him how good it smelled and he put the vape up to my lips for me to hit it. I took a hit and almost immediately started coughing, which made him laugh.

He took another big rip and said, “Come here, slut.”

I brought my lips to his, and he blew the smoke into my mouth. As he did so, he gave me a deep and luscious tongue kiss, and complimented me on my pretty lips. He kissed me again, this time for a minute or so, and ran his tongue all around the inside of my mouth, making it nice and wet.

I said, “Will you be expecting this all the time after I rent the room from you?”

He smiled and said, “Absolutely, I will. If you’re who I choose to move in, you’ll be my live in bitch, I’ll be fucking you whenever I want to, day and night! Now how about you put your pretty red lips on the landlord’s dick and start earning your first month discount?”

I did what I was told. I kissed my way down his entire body, then made my way to his throbbing and fully erect cock. I was turned around at this point, and laying with him side by side. I was having trouble getting it all the way into my mouth, when he gave me some good advice.

“Because of the way it curves, you’ll want to tilt your head and approach it at an angle. Give it a try real quick.”

I tilted my head and went back at it, and he was 100% correct! It wasn’t easy, but I managed to get his entire cock down my throat, and could feel the head of it beyond where my tonsils used to be.

He continued, “Actually, the easiest thing to do is you straddle me, where your pussy is right in my face, and go at it from there.”

I did as I was told, and straddled his body, putting my pussy within inches of his face, tilted my head to the left, and wrapped my lips around his beautiful cock. My mouth was dry from hitting that vape pen, so I tried to deep throat him again as best I could in the hope of waking my saliva glands up. He grunted in approval, and thrusted his cock down my throat and held it there until I made a gagging sound. That did the trick, and my mouth immediately got wetter. I began bobbing up and down on his cock, going slowly, savoring it.

As I was doing so, I felt his hands moving up the back of my thighs and making their way to my ass cheeks. This is where having panties with a designed hole around the ass was really nice. When I’m being a submissive sissy with a man, I would prefer to keep my panties on the entire time. My clit deserves to be encased in satin and lace and nothing more, because it is ultimately irrelevant to the situation.

He had big, strong hands, and he pried my ass cheeks apart, then I felt him spit into my pussy. To be honest, the whole new age spitting thing in porn is a pet peeve of mine. I associate the sound with disgusting teenage boys hocking loogies, and it’s a real turn off, but what could I say or do in this situation? I was straddled over a much larger man, wearing lipstick and panties and sucking his cock. I was the beta.

He pulled me back to his face, and buried his lips and tongue into my pussy. It felt amazing, and totally intensified my cocksucking efforts. His hands were spreading my cheeks as open as they would go, and he was lapping, kissing, and sucking from every direction. I was wiggling my pussy back and forth on his face as he did so, and breathing hotter and heavier as I continued attacking his cock with my lips and tongue.

We were both making pleasured noises while we worked on each other, when he pulled back from my pussy and said, “That’s it, I got to fuck that pussy right now. Get off of me, baby, and get ready.”

I did what I was told. When I got off he motioned for me to come lay on his right side again, and I slinked over his body and laid down facing him, reaching out to give him a kiss. He briefly let me kiss him, but he barely kissed back, then told me to lay facing away from him so he could spoon me. I did what I was told.

I can’t speak for all sissies, but as far as this sissy bitch is concerned, outside of sucking cock and getting fucked, there is nothing more erotic and satisfying than having a man spoon me. We had both worked up a little bit of a sweat, and the bed was nice and cool, so it felt good to lay down on cool sheets and feel his big arm drape over my body.

He was kissing me on my neck and nibbling on my earlobes, and I was grinding my ass back onto his cock, which was still rock hard. He reached over me to the nightstand and grabbed the lube and the bottle of poppers. He could tell he had gotten my attention when he did that, so he moved right back into spooning position and began kissing my neck again.

He whispered, “Yeah, baby, keep grinding that pussy back on daddy’s cock, it feels real good,” so I continued to do so, and he grunted in approval. He began meeting my grinding with his thrusting, and this had me really turned on. His grunts became audibly deeper, and his arm around my body became more tense and tight. I felt so safe and protected in his arms.

He pulled his arm off of me and was fumbling for something on the bed, which happened to be the lube and the poppers. He handed me the poppers and squeezed what sounded like a hefty dollop of lube onto his fingers. He pulled the sheets back and gave me instructions.

“Shake them poppers up and take two good sniffs,” he said, “then hold it till I tell you to breathe out, ok baby?”

I did what I was told. I shook the bottle up, unscrewed it, put it up to my nose, and inhaled deeply. I held the first inhale for about 5 seconds, then exhaled and quickly took a second inhale and held it, just as he had told me to do. After about 10 seconds, he told me I could exhale. As I did, I felt the waves of euphoria rush over my body, as my heartbeat intensified, and all of my cares vanished.

“That’s it, relax, girl,” he said, as he took his heavily lubed middle finger and inserted it inside of my pussy. I moaned softly, and closed my eyes to let that good feeling roll around in my head. He breathed heavier upon hearing me moan, and pulled his finger out, only to return immediately with two fingers, inserting them as deep into me as he could.

“Oh god, King, that feels so good, baby,” I whispered to him, as he worked his fingers in a circular motion all the way around my rapidly loosening hole. Each time he ran them over my g-spot, I would moan in pleasure, and he would breathe heavier.

“You like that, potential roomie?” he said to me, “You like when I give your pussy attention like that. Don’t you? Have another hit of those poppers in your hand, baby bitch.”

As I was unscrewing the cap, I heard him putting more lube onto his hand. He told me to take 3 big hits and hold the last one as long as I could, then hand him the bottle. I did what I was told. As I was holding my breath, I heard him sniffing the bottle deep and hard. He was holding his breath as well as his fingers went back inside of me.

He exhaled first, and I followed. As I closed my eyes to enjoy the waves rushing over me, I felt his fingers come out. I could feel my pussy hole puckering and quivering, longing for something to be penetrating it. I didn’t have to wait long, because I felt the tip of his cock enter my winking and longing hole. It was much bigger than his fingers, I let out a tiny yelp, and he started whispering to me.

“Relax, baby girl, you gonna get this dick just like you want. I’m gonna ease it in, no pain, all pleasure, just relax and loosen that pussy up for daddy.”

I took his advice and tried to loosen up as best I could. He pushed a little further inside of me and I let out another tiny yelp, so he held it there, and started whispering to me again.

“Take these poppers, baby. Hit ‘em as hard as you need to. Just nod at me when you’re all done, I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

I unscrewed the bottle and took several deep hits. I held them as long as I could, as 2 or so inches of his cock remained planted inside of me. Upon exhaling, the arm that he had wrapped around under my body gripped me tighter, and his hand came up to my left tit and he squeezed it hard. When I moaned in approval of his tit grabbing, he began whispering to me again.

“I’m about to change your world, baby,” he whispered, then he pushed the rest of his cock all the way inside of me. My vision was totally blurred, as he remained fully inside of me, barely moving, basically stump fucking my pussy. The head of his curved cock was well beyond my pleasure spot, but the curvature had the shaft firmly on my button, and as he made these short, powerful jabs inside of me, my clit began to spurt.

“Oh fuck, daddy, that feels so good, baby,” I said, barely able to speak, “I’m already cumming, King.”

He was breathing heavy into my ear, squeezing my nipple, and taking short, pointed thrusts inside of me. I was tingling from head to toe, literally in ecstasy.

“It’s gonna get a whole lot better, sweet bitch, trust me,” he said, “I’m gonna keep it in you, but I need you to find your way to your knees.”

I did what I was told. He moved with me, as I got on my hands and knees. He pulled his cock back to where it almost exited, then rammed it in as far as he could go. I was barely able to catch my breath, as he began rhythmically pouncing in and out of me for about 2 minutes solid. He pulled all the way out, and I heard him puffing on his vape pen, as I was face down, ass up.

“Remain in that position,” he said, “present that pussy to daddy. Get it up higher, arch that back, roomie.”

I did as I was told. I was swaying my ass back and forth, and I could feel my pussy hole winking at King. He complimented me for my ability to arch my back so well. I really appreciated his kind words. He tossed the vape down on the bed by my head, and told me I could hit if I wanted to. I didn’t want to hit it again, but I did want to sniff those poppers, and I did so, pulling two big sniffs into each nostril.

As soon as I screwed the top on that bottle, I felt him grab my hips. Nothing turns me on more when I’m fucking than feeling a strong man grab my hips like I’m his bitch. I was holding my breath for as long as possible, and he was resting his cock between my ass cheeks, twitching it with his pelvic muscles, making it plop up and down as he did so.

I could hold my breath no more, so I exhaled. As soon as I did, he plunged his cock inside of me as far as it could go, and held it there. I began spurting again from my clitty, and couldn’t see straight from the high I had achieved with the poppers. He began pulling his cock out slowly, all the way to where the tip was just barely inside of me, then thrusting it back in as far as it could go. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

I was moaning each time he would enter me again. As he intensified his thrusts, I intensified my moans. After three or four pumps, each one harder than the last, he rammed his cock into me really hard, and I yelped in pleasure.

“Hey, don’t be getting so loud, bitch,” he said to me as he was balls deep inside of me, “I got neighbors, and don’t none of them know my business. Understand?” he said, as he pulled back and barreled into me again, causing me to yelp again.

“Bitch, what did I say?” he whispered, angrily, “if you can’t control them noises then bite a fucking pillow or something, but don’t scream.”

I told him, “Yes, King, anything you say, baby,” and grabbed a pillow to bury my face into if necessary, and he continued.

He began grunting and whispering words to me with each thrust he made. His rhythm was one word per thrust, so it went something like this:

“You” (thrust)

“Gonna” (thrust)

“Take” (thrust)

“This” (thrust)

“Dick” (thrust)

“Like” (thrust)

“The” (thrust)

“Thirsty” (thrust)

“Cumslut” (thrust)

“You” (thrust)

“Are” (thrust)

It was very effective, I felt sensations from head to toe, and my entire body was tingling nonstop. As I found my footing, I began pushing back on the dick. He liked that a lot. He enjoyed that I was enjoying it, and at this point, my pussy was so numb that no matter how hard he pushed inside of me, it didn’t hurt, and actually felt great. It inspired him to change positions, to see if he could make me yelp again.

“How you like getting fucked,” he said, “Dog style, on your side, or on your back?”

I told him that I like to be on my back, and he told me to assume that position. I did what I was told. He took a few more puffs from his vape pen and I grabbed the poppers bottle to inhale some more euphoria vapors. He also took more lube and applied to his cock, which I was thankful for, since sissy pussy doesn’t self lubricate. He told me to put a pillow under the small of my back, and I did so. I took a few deep pulls off the popper bottle, as he grabbed my legs and pushed them back so that my knees were parallel to my head, and told me to hold them there. I did what I was told.

With that, he inserted himself into my pussy hole, all the way until his balls were resting on my ass cheeks. It felt deeper than when I was on my knees, and he saw my eyes bulge when he reached his end. He liked that, and it made him smile as he towered over me.

“Yeah, roomie,” he said, “this is gonna be every night that I want it to be, understand?”

I exhaled the poppers and nodded in agreement. He began thrusting into me, then told me to tell him that I understood.

“I understand, King,” I said, “this pussy is yours whenever you want it. Can I have a kiss?”

“No kisses for you,” he replied, “I will consider kissing you in the future, but today is all about seeing how well you take my dick. Now, buckle up.”

With that he started pounding my pussy furiously, and I started spurting again from my deflated clit that was wrapped in cum drenched lace. I started moaning again, and he placed his hand over my mouth and told me to shut the fuck up. After putting his hand over my mouth, he teased me by kissing his own hand that he was silencing me with, and resumed his frantic pace.

He began whisper talking to me while he fucked me.

“It’s gonna be my way, understand?” he said, “I’m the landlord and you’re the tenant, which means I’m in charge, understand?”

I nodded my head in agreement, and he continued.

“Here’s what I like about you, roomie bitch. I like your tight pussy, I like your willingness to play like you’re a girl for me, and I love the way your bubble ass looks in sissy panties.”

I smiled at him as he was pumping his cock steadily into my pussy. I said, “yes sir” to him, but he couldn’t understand me with his hand covering my mouth. He asked me a question:

“If I remove my hand, can you control yourself and not yelp out loud like a bitch and tell me what you like about me?”

I nodded my head in agreement, and he released his hand, bringing it up to his own mouth and giving me the, “Shhhh” sign.

“Now,” he said, as he thrust into me over and again, in a softer, sweeter manner, “Tell me what you like about your landlord.”

I said, “I love the way your dick fits inside of me, King. I love the way you control me and make me do as you say, like a devoted wife or girlfriend. I love knowing that you’re my man, and that you know how to fuck a horny, naughty, sissy bitch like me.”

He was nodding at each thing that I told him. He told me to turn my body sideways, so that my ass was almost hanging off of the bed, and to position the pillow back up under me like it was, so that he could stand up instead of laying on top of me. I did what I was told. I grabbed the poppers bottle and took a few more sniffs in each nostril, and held them in my lungs for as long as I could. He pinned my legs backwards again, then told me to hold them. He lubed up his cock again and inserted himself halfway into my pussy as I exhaled.

He was standing above me, and told me to put my feet on his upper body, by each of his shoulders. I did as I was told, and as I did, he pulled back, and told me to put my arms and hands above my head. As soon as I did so, he plunged fully inside of me with a force so intense that I thought my heart might pop out of my chest, and my eyes might bulge out of my head.

“How you like that, little bitch?” he said with a smile, then rapidly pulled his cock out then fully back inside of me at a rapid pace. I would moan louder with each thrust, and he wasn’t even trying to contain the noises anymore. I began wriggling my hips around, hoping I could find even more real estate inside of my pussy for him to explore. We found a rhythm between us, and for that moment in time, we were fully synchronized, and fucking each other’s brains out.

“Keep fucking me, daddy,” as I said in between thrusts, as sissy cum was squirting uncontrollably out of my clit, “I want your cum, daddy, I need to eat your cum, King!”

“Don’t worry, you gonna drink every drop of my cum,” he said, as his pounding intensified, and he neared his end. “When I tell you to get ready to drink, you need to turn your body around and put your mouth where your pussy is, understand?”

Oh, I understood, and I nodded at him to let him know that I did. He plowed into me about 10 more times, then said, “Drink!”

I was completely disoriented as I tried to quickly reverse my position in order to be in place to drink his love nectar. He was holding his cock straight up, trying to wait for me to get settled, which I quickly did. I was on my back, and leaned my head just over the side of the bed, right where my sissy cunt was just a few seconds earlier.

“Ahhhhhh!” he moaned, as he let his dick go and it plopped perfectly down in front of my lips, and began spewing. The first spurts were small, and came out of his cock so quickly that they sprayed parts of my face and shot past my mouth, onto my tits and belly. I wasn’t going to miss another drop, so I used my hand to push his cock into my mouth. Before it could fully get there, a thick spurt of cum shot onto my lips and chin.

I opened my mouth, and just as deep as he had penetrated my pussy a few minutes earlier, he thrust his cock down my eager throat. I had never felt cum shoot out with such voluminous force. He was grunting as I was choking on his rod, and my mouth and throat were quickly filling up with hot, white baby batter. I was moaning as he was shooting his load, and my sissy clit was spurting nonstop.

My girly cum was clear. It was drenching my panties, making my entire torso a sticky hot mess. He began rubbing it through the lace as I took every drop of his thick man juice down my throat. I could feel his firehose slowing down, but he continued pushing and pulling it out of my mouth until it was fully drained.

There is little more in the world that I enjoy more than to continue sucking on a cock that had just exploded in my mouth. He sort of fell over my body to where his face was right at my crotch, and he mushed my clit and girly balls so hard with his hand that they began to go inside of me. The whole area was so sensitive and responsive to touch that it felt good seeing and feeling him try to force these parts inside of my body.

I was still sucking when he pushed himself up and off of me, and sweetly asked me to let his cock free. I did what I was told. As he stood up over me, and I laid there on the bed, fingering myself, he grabbed his boxers from the night stand and put them on. I was feeling quite proud of my performance, and completely content from within.

“Well,” I said, “am I going to be able to move in now? How was my interview?”

He smiled, and replied, “You definitely have passed the first interview and made it to the second round. I’ll be in touch soon, within the next 3 to 4 days. For now, pick up your clothes and get on out of here, understand? You can keep the nightie and the panties, just leave.”

I did what I was told.

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