I Told You

Little by little it got pretty apparent that these things turned her on like crazy. She admitted finally that something about making me do femme things made her as horny as she’d ever been. By that point I wasn’t one to argue since it always led to some of the hottest sex sessions we’d had. Seems little Skye had bit of a bi side to her, and I was her outlet. I knew her being 22 that she’d never had any real sexual relationships besides ours, so I figured it was normal that after 2 years together she’d want to experiment a little. She’d put me in some of her things, we’d both get turned on and the petting and dirty talk would quickly lead to sex.

No, wait… it didn’t turn me on, I swear. It was her kink. I was straight, honest. Well…. YOU put on a silky pink thong, thigh high stockings and 5” pumps and then tell me you don’t get turned on a little. But it doesn’t make me queer. Even when she teased me about being her bitch, she was just joking, I think.

Then one day we crossed a line there’s no going back to.

There I was on the bed on all fours, wearing a white satin teddy, matching garters and stockings, and white stilettos while Skye & I floated through a HOT 69. My flowing red wig lightly tickled her thighs while the length of my cock plunged down her throat. I mean… the damn wig she made me wear kept getting in the way. Yeah. Anyway, I suddenly noticed her shift around as she swiftly darted her tongue from my dripping balls to the area around my ass.

“Whoa, wait…. What are you doing?” I asked

“I’m getting you ready, silly…. I’m going to try something.” Hmmmmm.

“You’re not gonna…”

“Just relax Tommy, I’ll let you cum all over my face again,” she cooed, knowing just where my soft spot was. “I hear a lot of guys get off on this.” Too bad I couldn’t see the evil smile on her lips as she reached under the pillow for her vibe.