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Shemale: The Dinner Guest Part 1 (2/4)
17 votesAuthor: Tiffany Wood Published: 9/7/2006 story views: 2943
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of course,” replied John. “Why wouldn’t he see them all?”
“Including the ones you took last week?” I whispered, knowing that John had insisted on taking some very raunchy photos of me with a large wine bottle we had just finished consuming.
“Oh my dear, he loved them – and the videos – he loves to watch them with me. I don’t think his wife ever gives him head these days, if she ever did, and he is so envious of me getting seen to by a lovely thing like you every time we meet. I have had more blow jobs in a week than he has had sex in a year!” cried John excitedly.
“In fact he is so eager to meet you that I have invited him to dinner next Tuesday”
My world just stopped! Dinner? With a man who knew all my secrets and who had seen me do things I had never imagined anyone knowing I did, let alone watching film of me doing it?
I started to splutter my objections, but a stern look from John silenced me, followed by a quick flip of me over his knee and a brutal smack across my exposed buttocks, which reminded me who was the master in this relationship.
As I sat up, carefully rubbing my cheek, things got worse! “Rob has a miserable time at home and is deeply frustrated – so I want you to be really nice to him next week and show him what he is missing. Give the poor man some of that special attention you know you are so good at,” whispered John in his most seductive voice. I bit my lip, lowered my eyes, and nodded my consent.
Over the next few days, John spent a lot of time telling me what to cook, what to wear, things that Rob liked to talk about, and generally preparing me for my debut as a hostess. And as the week went by, I became more and more nervous. Not excited and scared like I had been when meeting John for the first time – this time I was just scared. But I had to admit, in the middle of the night as I lay awake thinking of what was to come, I still found myself in a state of arousal at my own sense of anticipation.
Then the fateful day arrived – Tuesday’s were never going to feel the same again!
I arrived at John’s at 3:00pm to prepare the food and to prepare myself so that John would be proud of me and applaud my efforts to please him and his special guest. I found John had laid out my clothes ready for me.
His favourite matching black, satin and lace undies – bra (36b and all me), a tiny little thong, and a deep garter belt that had delicate straps hanging down to support the sheer black stockings that were laying beside them – and his favourite little black cocktail dress. Black patent court shoes with 4 inch heels finished the ensemble.
My blonde hair brushed and shiny, my make-up done to perfection and a little all over spray of Chanel and I was ready. And very sexy I looked too!!!
Suddenly I heard a car pull up outside and the banging of doors. Men’s voices carried to me in the silence of the house and I heard John say “She will be waiting inside for us – she is dying to meet you!”
“Including the ones you took last week?” I whispered, knowing that John had insisted on taking some very raunchy photos of me with a large wine bottle we had just finished consuming.
“Oh my dear, he loved them – and the videos – he loves to watch them with me. I don’t think his wife ever gives him head these days, if she ever did, and he is so envious of me getting seen to by a lovely thing like you every time we meet. I have had more blow jobs in a week than he has had sex in a year!” cried John excitedly.
“In fact he is so eager to meet you that I have invited him to dinner next Tuesday”
My world just stopped! Dinner? With a man who knew all my secrets and who had seen me do things I had never imagined anyone knowing I did, let alone watching film of me doing it?
I started to splutter my objections, but a stern look from John silenced me, followed by a quick flip of me over his knee and a brutal smack across my exposed buttocks, which reminded me who was the master in this relationship.
As I sat up, carefully rubbing my cheek, things got worse! “Rob has a miserable time at home and is deeply frustrated – so I want you to be really nice to him next week and show him what he is missing. Give the poor man some of that special attention you know you are so good at,” whispered John in his most seductive voice. I bit my lip, lowered my eyes, and nodded my consent.
Over the next few days, John spent a lot of time telling me what to cook, what to wear, things that Rob liked to talk about, and generally preparing me for my debut as a hostess. And as the week went by, I became more and more nervous. Not excited and scared like I had been when meeting John for the first time – this time I was just scared. But I had to admit, in the middle of the night as I lay awake thinking of what was to come, I still found myself in a state of arousal at my own sense of anticipation.
Then the fateful day arrived – Tuesday’s were never going to feel the same again!
I arrived at John’s at 3:00pm to prepare the food and to prepare myself so that John would be proud of me and applaud my efforts to please him and his special guest. I found John had laid out my clothes ready for me.
His favourite matching black, satin and lace undies – bra (36b and all me), a tiny little thong, and a deep garter belt that had delicate straps hanging down to support the sheer black stockings that were laying beside them – and his favourite little black cocktail dress. Black patent court shoes with 4 inch heels finished the ensemble.
My blonde hair brushed and shiny, my make-up done to perfection and a little all over spray of Chanel and I was ready. And very sexy I looked too!!!
Suddenly I heard a car pull up outside and the banging of doors. Men’s voices carried to me in the silence of the house and I heard John say “She will be waiting inside for us – she is dying to meet you!”
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