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Sissy Tina Waits, with Impatience
I've written a lot of my time spent as Tina and, all I've for him and his friends, since seeing that attachment to an emails response. The photo he'd sent had led to me doing allsorts for him and his friends, mates and acquaintances.
In essence, I became his sissy slut, quite prepared to entertain anyone he'd chosen. I'd been his unpaid whore, a cum-dump, for anyone he decided to send my way.
And, I hadn't liked it at first; I'd just wanted what I'd seen in that attachment and, quite erroneously thought that if I gave my body, I too would get something that I wanted, his fleshy pole, deep inside my willing hole.
Yet, over the months I've done as he'd requested of me to do these things for him, I've come to realize two things; I've learnt to enjoy being his slut and, although I'd like it, if young John were to finally fuck my brains out, I'd still be doing what I am; as long as men want to use and abuse sissy slut Tina.
With all this in mind, I'd been waiting weeks, for a call from John, to say that someone was interested; until last weekend that is.
Walking through to the backroom and the PC, glass of whiskey in hand, I'll conced that I felt more than a little tremulous, with nerves. Gawd, I felt so horny.
I hadn't been with anyone for ages; and Sissy Slut Tina hadn't satisfied a man a man, since...? ... since the fellow in the hotel room, who'd taught a lesson, or three, about humiliation and degradation.
In hindsight, it'd been a lesson that I'd found instructive; and Tina found a strange sort of pleasure, in learning.
I'd thought all this as the machine had booted up and, I got changed.
With the house to myself, I'd thought that it might be cool, for Sissy Slut Tina to checksee her mail looking nice...
And, so it was that just over ten minutes later the Sissy Slut sat with the keyboard perched on my nylon-clad legs, typing away...
There'd been two messages, to Tina's account and realising that one was local', as it were, I decided to act on lust and sent a brief film if Tina donning black tights in the response, with a brief note saying there'd be no fees' if they wanted to see more...
And, I'd pressed `send'.
Having done so, I opened Explorer a second time and accessed my own email account. And, between each email read, replied to and sent, I returned to gmail, to see if there'd been a response to Tina's email.
Finally, there was a reply.
It was from a fellow living just about six miles from where I living just about six miles from where I live and, after seeing my short film, the fellow read as being as horny as I was.
That was the sort of thing I'd wanted to hear. So, without much thought I typed out, "Do you want some from fun tonight?"
And, having sent the message, I decided to go make a coffee, have a smoke and relax for ten minutes, while I waited for an answer.
When I returned to the backroom and Tina's email account, I'd found the reply I'd wanted to see, "Yes, I'd like some fun tonight."
So, having made arrangements, I'd gone through to my room, throwing a towel on my bed, to make sure I didn't make a mess.
I'd bent forward at the waist and held the hem of the skirt up over my buttocks. Then, as I'd grasped my right butt cheek, I'd pulled at the panties crotch.
Easing the gusset away from my well-lubed anus, I eased the middle finger tip past my sphincter muscles. Again I'd sighed, as a second finger joined the first.
I eased the fingers in and out, widening my sphincter muscles, until finally I'd felt open for anything: Pun intended.
And, my preparations had felt good, yet being a portent of things to come, I'd hoped. And, adjusting my panties, I'd straightened my skirt over my buttocks.
Then having thoroughly washed my hands I'd gone through to the living-room and closed the drapes quickly and, sat on the sofa, to wait for the phone to ring.
I'd poured myself a whiskey, in my favourite glass, then sat by the phone, sipping at my drink and slowly caressing my legs.
`They' say, never give your address to someone that you don't know on the Internet. Yet, that's just what I'd done.
I'd told him to phone first and I'd leave the front door unlocked, giving directions as to how to find my bedroom, where he'd find me, waiting for him.
And yes, I'd been that much in need of what a real man could do with my waiting hole, that I'd have outright begged for it, if this hadn't worked.
But, it had worked, as my John would be there, soon.
`My John', I'd grinned at the idea, suddenly feeling content, that soon my need would be met.
And, all I'd had to do; was whatever he wanted of me. Sure, I'd offered to be found waiting for him; although, truth be told, I'd half-hoped he'd treat me harshly, much as that fellow had in the hotel.
`Now, that had been interesting,' I'd mused, sipping at my whiskey, when the phone had finally rung.
I'd dashed to the kitchen to answer the phone, knowing that if I picked up in the back, it would knock off the Internet to the PC... it always happened.
And, though I'd closed the living-room drapes, the rollerblind in the kitchen was still up and, pulling it down quickly, I had picked up the receiver.
"Hello?" I'd queried, in a quiet voice.
"Two mintes," is all he'd replied, before hanging up.
`Well, there was someone who gets to the point,' I'd mused, before hurriedly making my way to my bedroom, being sure to unlock the backdoor first.
Then I'd returned to my room, thrown a clean towel on the bed and lain down., hiking my skirt up and, over my buttocks, slipped the purple panties down to the top of my thighs, And, caressing my cheeks, I had run my thumbs to my anus, easing the sphincter muscles apart and I moaned with sweet anticipation of what the evening and, `my Johns' visit might bring.
Then drawing them out slowly, I'd sighed a little with impatience, then sank four fingers, into my needy hole. And, it was as I pushed them deeper into my rectum, I'd felt a hand on my nylon-clad left inner thigh, just below my bunched up panties.
Shocked, I'd looked over my shoulder, to see `a suit', looking good and, smiling aown at me, "Couldn't wait eh?"
"No sir," I had whispered, as his hand moved higher and, suddenly, there's been a fifth finger inside me. And thankfully, he was none too gentle.
"I locked the back door as you wanted..." he assured me, as he pulled his finger out, then grasped my wrists and pulled my own fingers from me, causing me to groan with frustration.
"Here, clean it..." he'd instructed, thrusting his finger in front of my mouth and, needless to say, I'd done as he wanted.
And, finally satisfied with my ministrations, my John had slapped my ass, then asked me, "You ready for me?"
"Yessir," I'd replied quietly, being sure not to betray my excitement, as he'd undressed, pleasing me no end, when I'd finally seen the length of his circumcised hard shaft, which I so looked forward to feeling, instead of fingers.
Sissy Slut Tina really liked cock, of that there was no doubt.
And, he'd dragged my panties all the way off my legs, then pushing them apart, he'd lain between them and murmuring into my left ear, his hardon pressed in the valley of my asscheeks, he'd told me, "I'm going to use you as a cum-dump, alright?!"
It hadn't really been a question, more of a statement, yet I'd answered anyway, "Yessir, that's alright with this slut..."
That's when he'd entered me, biting my left shoulder, just inset of my neck and I'd cried out as he filled me, only to feel his hand slap my face, "Shut the fuck up, you cunt!" He'd told me, in that cultured voice, some middle-class use. And, I loved it!
Then, supporting his body with his strong straight arms, my John had begun to thrust in and out of my welcoming ass-pussy, and I groaned with each powerful thrust, deep in my bowels.
He thrust hard, jack-hammering into me: "Fuckin – A..." he muttered, after ten minutes or so, as sweat dripped from him, "I'm not going to last much longer..."
And, he had gripped my hips hard, as I tightened against his in and out motion, then suddenly thrust hard, past any resistance, as he shouted out, "Oh yesss..."
As his hardon had pulsed away inside me, his seed shot deep, yet he still continued fucking me, awhile longer; then finally my John slowed, withdrawing his wilted self, from my leaky distended asshole, that I fingered awhile, as his fluids leaked from me.
Finally, my John had finished with me and, climbing off my sweaty body he slapped my right butt cheek hard.
Then he'd begun to dress, pausing between each item of clothing, to slap my left butt cheek and, then my right. And soon, my heated buttocks were waiting for the next blow, as I pressed my face into the pillow, my arms crossed, beneath my chin.
Yet, the next strike of flesh upon flesh hadn't followed, as expected, so with tearful eyes, I'd looked over my shoulder, sighing with disappointment, as I needed more.
My John had his phone out and, was pressing buttons.
"Not bad," he'd said to me, "Now, I have a friend waiting outside in my car. Are you ready to entertain him?"
"Yessir," I'd sniffed.
"Good," he had muttered, as he'd left my room, picking up my house keys as he left; "I'll tell him to lock up, after he comes in. alright fuck-slut?"
And again I'd sniffed back a tear, as I'd replied quietly, yet excitedly, "Yessir..."