There was none of me left. My job, my wife, my life was all torn away from me. I was so close to living on the street I would do anything to get back from it.
Jim is the first person from that old life that I’ve seen in months and he saw the shadow of a person that I was now and wanted to help me. He gave me an opportunity, a chance to get back on my feet.
But there is one small problem.
I’m supposed to be working this party, dressed up and handing out appetizers and drinks, except that the mens outfit doesn’t fit me. I’ve changed so much that I can’t wear men’s clothes anymore. My only choice is to go out there dressed like a woman.
I can’t believe this skirt and corset fit me. I can’t believe how much I look like a woman. I can’t believe no one has noticed me.
Will they find out my secret? What will they think about me?
Why does dressing up like this make me feel so good?
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I wanted to feel it.
My whole body craved it, making me push off of him and slip to my knees at the edge of the bed. Making my hands fumble with his belt and pants until he was revealed to me, tumbling forth and bobbing in the air right in front of my face.
He looked tasty. Hard and throbbing and veiny, with a head that was bulbous and glistening with precum and anticipation at my touch and taste. I looked up at him, one of my hands reaching out unsteady and unsure until I could slip my fingers around the base of his shaft and hold it still and steady.
He was warm and hard, and though I’d never seen it from this angle before and my own experience with my own cock of late had been decidedly different still I was relatively sure that he was big, bigger and harder than I had ever been.
I stared up from the cock to look at him, seeing him staring down at a beautiful woman on her knees before him with lust in his eyes.
“Please,” I said quietly, “Be patient with me. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
I didn’t wait for a response from him before ducking forward to take him into my mouth. I felt his heat and hardness pass my lips and felt him throb on my tongue, the salty slickness of his skin making my mouth tingle as I gasped lightly.
It was so strange to me, to know that I had a cock in my mouth with undeniable certainty. I couldn’t avoid it but I also didn’t want to. I didn’t want to pretend this was anything other than what it was because I loved it and I loved this.
I took more of him into me, feeling him throb in response as I took as much of him into me as I could before backing off. I let his cock fall out past my lips only briefly before returning to kiss the head of him and then slip sideways, letting my tongue play down and back up his shaft.
I licked each side of him, my eyes flickering up to look at his face with each moan and gasp issuing from his mouth. I did my best for him, noting with a special sort of pleasure the way he looked at me as I stroked my hand up and down his shaft, chasing my lips and tongue each time.
Then turned to take him into my mouth once more, concentrating on bobbing on his cock with an even and steady pace. Feeling him press against me, pushing his thickness past my lips with as much restraint as he could muster.
I was driving him crazy, and he wanted nothing more than to bury his cock in my throat for a moment before pulling back to fuck my face hard and fast. I knew that. I’d been in his place before.
But this time I was on my knees and he was the one mewling with need. This time he was the one who would have to let me dictate the terms.