Faggot Collector Part 10
Faggot Collector Part 10
by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
This work of fiction contains explicit material intended for adults over 18. If you are under 18 or are offended by non-traditional sex, do not continue.
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Author’s note:
_Jeff longed for BBC, but rarely got it. He thought he would do nearly anything to get it regularly – or would he? I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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After dinner I went back to the office and Sam told me to keep my clothes on because we would be walking through the hotel lobby.
As we drove, Sam explained that I would be changing into some women's clothing and I should just do what I was told and it would all go well for me.
Upon arrival Sam called the pastor and told him that we would be there shortly. He led me through the lobby and we took the elevator to the 23rd floor, and to the pastor's room.
The door opened, but I could see nobody there. Sam nudged me through the open door and said, "I'll be waiting downstairs – just call when you are done."
I entered the room and the door closed behind me, and I could see the preacher was completely naked. For an older guy he was in really good shape – a few extra pounds, but otherwise quite fit, and very nicely hung!
I had been trained to always drop to my knees when I saw a cock, and quickly did so. He entered my mouth and I felt his large hands hold my head while he ran his fingers through my hair.
"I want you to be my girl tonight," he said, "Will you do that for me?"
I grunted an affirmative and continued to suck as he hardened. I thought he might cum in my mouth again, but instead pulled out. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me. I pretended to like it and allowed his tongue to thoroughly explore my mouth.
He led me to the bed, where he had a bra and skirt laid out for me, and a wig. "You won't need any panties tonight," he assured me, as he helped me get dressed. He put the wig on me and adjusted it, and then applied powder and lipstick.
He looked at me with admiration and said, "Such a lovely sissy!" and he pulled me to him and kissed me deeply. He led me into the bathroom and told me that he liked his girls shaved. I stood there holding my skirt up while he applied shaving cream to my cock and balls and shaved me smooth. Then he had me bend over and he spread my cheeks to shave the light hair from my ass crack.
Afterward he led me back to the bed and told me to get on all fours, which I did. He positioned me so that my feet were off the side of the bed, and he knelt on the floor between my feet and raised my skirt. He spread my cheeks and forced his tongue deep into my ass.
That was completely new to me and it felt WONDERFUL! He rimmed me for a few minutes and then pulled back. He lubed his hard cock and pressed the head to my hole. I was afraid it would hurt terribly, but he was very slow and gentle, using plenty of lube.
He took a long time to enter me, but the gentle stretch felt really good, and soon he was inside me. He told me what a hot babe I was and called me Amy from that point on. He began to pump, slowly at first, and then more rapidly, holding my hips firmly with his large hands.
Finally he gasped and pushed in, balls deep and held me to him tightly as he drained inside me.
"That was wonderful, Amy," he said.
"Thank you, kind sir," I said, "It was an honor to give up my virginity to such a gentleman."
He smiled at this and replied, "I'm glad to deflower you!"
He told me to stay in that position and I felt something slip into me. "That's a tampon, dear," he said, "so you won't leak."
He told to have a seat while he cleaned up, and then he called for Sam, who was there in a few minutes.
Sam smiled when he saw me dressed as a girl. The pastor said he would go into the other room while I changed back, so he could just remember me as Amy, and that I should take the wig and clothes with me to wear on future visits.
As I changed, Sam put his big hand on my ass and slid a finger between my cheeks, and felt the tampon string, and said I make a fine sissy girl.
Dressed as a boy again Sam had me keep the makeup on as we walked back through the hotel lobby, which drew attention from more than a few guys.
"Let's take a walk through the bar," Sam suggested. I felt very awkward in the makeup, but allowed Sam to lead me through the bar filled with men and only a few women.
He took me to a table where three black men sat drinking. "My sissy is giving $20 blowjobs tonight," offered Sam.
The men smiled and looked at each other, not sure if they should jump at the chance in front of their companions, but they had all had enough to drink, and one of them said, "Where?"
"One of your rooms, or the men's room – wherever," replied Sam.
We all went to the men's room and Sam collected $20 bills from each, and I dropped to my knees and provided the promised service. I was a little nervous about sucking in a public restroom, but felt safe with Sam.
Soon we were left and returned to the car. "Was that okay?" asked Sam.
"It was great!" I replied, "And I'd love all you can get me!"
Sam smiled and said "You can keep all the money tonight, but in the future I'll be taking a cut."
Sam was now my pimp, and I was his whore.
Sam drove me back to the office, and told me to put the girl clothes and wig in my locker for another time. I cleaned off the makeup before going home.
My wife asked how the meeting had gone and I had to make up some BS about business planning and such. She seemed pleased that my job was going so well – if she only knew!
To be continued . . .
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–Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)