At the movies

It's pouring rain outside.  Your wife is sitting at the dining room table, busy with a job deadline looming.  Sensing her stress, you ask if there's anything you can do to help.

"I love you sissy, and don't take this the wrong way, but just get out of the house and give me some quiet time to concentrate on my work.  I promise you some quality time once my deadline passes."

Mulling over your options, you decide to go see that hit movie that's been out for weeks, but you just haven't found the time to go.  Grabbing the car keys and giving your wife a kiss, you tell her you'll be back in a few hours.

Ticket in hand, you head down the dark hallway towards your theater.  Opening the door, the cool air hits you as you fight off a shiver.  You stifle a laugh when you realize you're the only person in the theater.  You've got your pick of any seat in the house!

Waiting for the film to start, you check to silence your phone, only to remember you're by yourself.  But that changes as you hear footsteps as another person enters the room.  They sit a few seats to your side.

You glance over and see it's a man with light hair and beard.  He looks your way and smiles.  You smile back as the lights dim for the first movie trailer.  

The first trailer is for a suspenseful horror movie.  When it's over you realize it's still only the two of you in the theater.  You get up and approach him.  "I don't think I want to see that movie.  I'm scared just watching the trailer.  Do you mind if I sit next to you?  It'll make me feel safer."

"No problem," he says with a laugh.  "You'd think there'd be more people here on a rainy day."

You hold the back of your miniskirt against you as you take a seat next to him.  You catch him watching you, eyeing your long, smooth legs just a bit too long.  You smile inwardly, knowing he's noticed you.

The next trailer is for a comedy, which has you both laughing and feeling less spooked.  The third trailer is a romantic period film, with scenes of sexual tension and glimpses of skin.  You feel a hand on your thigh, and realize it's not your own.  You give a sideways glance at him.

That's when you notice the bulk in the front of his slacks.  With his nonverbal invitation, you reach over to give it a gentle massage through the fabric of his pants.  He sighs softly and adjusts himself to give you better access.

Reaching into his pants, you nearly faint when you feel how amazing he is.  Not only is his dick long, but it's fairly thick too!  You pull it out and stare at it with lust as you give it a few good tugs.  

You pull your skirt and panties down, and start slowly rubbing the cage between your legs with two fingers as you continue to slide your hand up and down his immense shaft.

As much as you want to taste him, you're too enamored with the sight of your dainty hand pumping up and down on his picture-perfect cock.  You pace yourself so that he doesn't get too excited, yet never goes soft either.  

This goes on for a while before the pressure in your cage gets to be too much and you excuse yourself.  Feeling flushed, you walk outside the building to get some fresh air.  

After some time, you feel like yourself again and head back inside.  When you get to the theater, the ending credits are running and the room is empty.

Even though you're sad he's gone, you can't wait to tell the story about the big one that got away!

Good little sissy

"Excuse me everyone, can I have your attention for a minute?”

“First of all, thank you all for coming over to our house for happy hour!  I want you to feel welcome here, so if you need anything just ask.”

"I know it's been a long week and we could all use a drink right about now.  I’m sure most of you remember my husband here.  He’ll be making his way around the party.  Please let him know if you need a refill, a snack, or whatever!  He really does want to assist in any way he can, so don’t be shy.”

“Now Honey, why don’t you be a good little sissy and pour everyone some wine!”

Wimbledon

Exciting times as the Wimbledon finals take place this weekend.  Now, if I could just figure out how the women store that extra ball in their panties...

Work party

My wife's work has a company party being held downtown.

“Since you don’t know many of my co-workers, I want you to go with me as Alison.  I’ll tell everyone my husband couldn’t make it, and brought a friend instead.  Nobody will know besides my best friends, and they've already sworn to secrecy.  Besides, it’ll help you feel at ease and gain confidence as a woman.”

When we arrive at the party, I initially feel overwhelmed by the size of the crowd.  I worry how passable I really am, and if anyone has figured out I'm a genetic male.  I am wearing a cute little black dress that has a magical way of altering my body shape.

“Don’t be silly, sissy,” my wife says.  “You look absolutely gorgeous tonight.  Nobody here has the slightest suspicion you’re not a true woman.  Now get out there and mingle with confidence.”

I get a glass of wine from the bar and cross paths with her best friend.

“To be honest, I’d swear you were just another woman at this party if I didn't know any better.  You two did a great job with your makeup.  I’m so glad you decided to come out tonight!”

“Thanks, you’re going to make me blush,” I reply.  “It was a tough decision, but I’m glad I came too.”

As I'm talking, I make eye contact with a cute guy with a goatee over her shoulder.  I quickly look away and focus back on the conversation.  

A few seconds later I look his way again, and he's looking back.  This time he smiles.  I blush and say, “Excuse me, I need to use the ladies room.  I’ll be right back.”

I walk towards the restrooms, which are conveniently located at the other end of the courtyard, past Mr. Cute.  I smile as I approach him.  He smiles back.  I then realize his eyes sparkle when he smiles.

Feeling frisky, I slide my tongue across my upper lip in a flirtatious way.  I swear the front of his slacks twitch slightly!

I continue towards the restrooms, my high heels make the telltale clack sound as they strike the concrete walkway.  I imagine his gaze from behind, watching my hips swaying seductively.

I finally reach the women’s room.  My eyes take a moment to adjust to the bright lights.  Nearby is an upholstered couch, followed by a line of sinks and further down are the stalls.  I don’t see or hear anyone else at the moment.

The door opens behind me, and the guy peers in.  I wave him inside with a smile.  As he approaches I kiss him passionately.  He kisses me back while placing his hands on either side of my face.  There’s a sudden heat rising between us as we kiss, our hands running over each other’s bodies.

I finally break from his embrace.  Staring into his eyes, I lower to my knees.  Loosening his belt and pants buckle takes barely an instant as I can’t wait to see (taste?) what’s inside.

Gently pulling his boxers down to his thighs reveals a beautiful dick, already hardening.  I waste no time getting my glossy lips around it.  His smooth flesh on my tongue mixed with the musky smell from his crotch causes my head to spin!

I eagerly suck on his growing cock, flicking my tongue under the head where I know it’s the most sensitive.  He moans with pleasure as he holds the back of my head, pulling himself back in every time I pull back.  The pace increases as we find a rhythm.

Suddenly, the door swings open and two women walk in.  I don’t bother looking up to see who it is, as I don’t really care at this point.  There’s no stopping me now that my inner slut has come out!  I hear them whisper and giggle as they walk past us toward the stalls.

The man pulls out of my mouth, indicating it’s time to switch up the action.  I bend over the nearby couch and pull the hem of my dress up to my hips, presenting myself to him.  

Standing behind me, the man flips his tie over his shoulder before slipping a finger into each side of my panties and pulls them down to my thighs, exposing my tight hole to him.

He slaps my ass with his large hand, eliciting a surprise yelp from my mouth.  Keeping his hand on its landing spot he grabs my cheek before rubbing it with his palm.  

I then feel his stiff cock rubbing up and down my backside.  I shiver in anticipation, reaching back with my hand to aid in his approach.

I place his tip against my pussy and he eases his hips forward, my hole stretching as his girth seeks entrance.  I relax my body as he continues pushing forward.  Once his entire cock is inside me, he pauses.  The feeling of fullness is amazing and mind blowing!

As his tip finds my prostate, my clit drools a single shiny strand down to the couch cushion.  A moan escapes my lips as my mind reels from the sensation.

The feelings only get better as he slowly withdraws and advances again.  Each thrust tapping my p-spot like a bulls-eye.  He grabs my waist for leverage and picks up the pace.  Now he starts to really thrust!

“Oh yes!  Right there!  Harder!” I hear myself say as more women enter the bathroom and stop to watch the show. 

“Fuck me!!  Come on...push harder!!” I say in a louder voice.  The guy obliges and picks up his pace, with his pelvis audibly slapping harder against my ass as he starts moaning.

“GIVE IT TO ME! FUCK ME!!! FUCK!!!” I yell, pushing my legs further apart, desperate for any way to get him further inside me.  My screams can probably be heard outside the bathroom, but I'm beyond caring at this point.  I just want him to cum inside me!

His moaning increases as he pushes hard into me and holds himself still.  Pulling on my waist firmly, he grunts one last time.  I feel a slow throbbing inside me.  I relax and enjoy the awesome sensations.  An involuntary shiver runs down my spine as my mind and body try to reconcile what just happened.

Once we've recovered, he pulls out.  I turn around and face a half dozen women watching us.  They start clapping and cheering!

I spot my wife and her best friend, both with big smiles on their faces.  My wife gives me a big kiss.  I can tell she’s proud of her little sissy slut!

Mystery man II

Just like the last time, my wife blindfolds me again.  This time she leads me upstairs to our bedroom and tells me to wait patiently on the edge of the bed.

I hear our doorbell ring, followed by muffled talking.  Our bedroom door opens.  My wife climbs on the bed behind me, and guides his dick into my hand.  Whispering in my ear, she narrates the scene to me.

Without sight, my senses of touch, taste, and hearing are more vivid.  Her words feed into my active imagination.

"You do know him, sissy," she states softly.  "He's so large and hard in your hand.  He's starting to smile as he watches you take him into your mouth.  I wonder...who could he be?"

This time she allows me to pleasure him to completion on my own.  When he's done, they both watch as I savor every drop.  He leaves our house before my wife removes the blindfold.

She torments me for days afterwards, wondering aloud which of the various men we know was in our bedroom.