When life hands you lemons, you make lemon aide. When life hands you a real man, a diligent sissy sucks his cock.
Peter and I spent the night together. He spent a great deal of time with his big cock in my mouth and his hands on my pussy. I was surprised how easy it was for me to suck his cock. I mean sucking off a man had never occurred to me. But Peter was special.
He guided me how he likes his cock sucked and praised me for being a quick learner. "I try, Peter," I said removing his cock so I could thank him.
"That's my girl," he said as I sucked his balls. "Use your tongue, baby girl. Yes, just like that. What a wonderful cock sucker you are."
I was on my tummy, my face firmly planted on his scrotum while stroking his cock. I couldn't be any happier. I was with a perfect gentleman and having sex with a real person and not just my hand. He was gentle, firm when it was necessary, and always patient. After explaining what he expected from me, he promised to closely monitor my behavior. "A good sissy follows her man's instructions to the letter, baby. Deviations may lead to a spanking. And you know how much I like my hands on the fat sexy pussy you sit on."
He promised to be fair but firm.
I licked and kissed my way up the thick hot shaft and lapped at his flowing pre-cum. It may have been how I was feeling but I loved tasting my man. My real man.
I'd been sucking his cock for nearly 30 minutes, making it last for both of us. But now Peter told me to suck and jack harder. "I'm ready to cum, my sweet girl. Be my good sissy and swallow every drop."
I choked on the first spasm and sprayed his groin. But I kept trying and was able to ingest the following eruptions. Without being told, I hung on his cock until it softened then licked the sperm I sprayed over his pubic bush and stomach.
After he enjoyed the afterglow, Peter had me fetch him a drink. "Make one for my girl too," he called after me.
I handed Peter his scotch on the rocks, sipped mine and placed it on a bedside table using the coaster that was there.
I curled up beside my man, my fingers toying with his chest hair as Peter explained the sissy protocol.
I was disappointed to hear that my orgasms would come from my hand or while being fucked. If I used my hand, I must ask his permission first. "It's important, girl. It's an absolute that you always seek my permission to cum. I'd prefer it if when you masturbated that cute little dick that you'd discharge your spendings in the shower with the water running."
"Why?" I needed to know.
"Because, my sweet sissy, it's where it belongs. Down the drain to the sewer where it will be corrupted, rendered useless.
I began to cry.
Peter held my bottom, caressing me while I sobbed at my situation. "I don't understand why my seed must be destroyed," I whined.
"Baby, it's just the way it works."
"It's hard to be a sissy."
"It is a commitment, my sweet girl. When a man owns you, there are rules. It's not a sprint, belonging to a real man is a marathon."
Peter pulled me up and kissed the tears on my cheeks. "We'll run that marathon together," he assured me.
The next morning Peter watched as I made breakfast. "We're going to take my girl shopping today, robin. Time to get you into proper sissy clothes."
I was dreading this part. For some reason, wearing panties didn't really appeal to me.
I cleaned the dishes and went to dress. "Not those shorts, baby. This is a beach town. Everyone wears their swimsuits. the businesses are used to it. Wear what we bought you yesterday. Our first stop will be suitable footwear."
Floppy hat, sunglasses, thong, beach wrap and top. I wore my sneakers because that was all I had.
A short time later, Peter told me which sandals he thought were best for me.
Though having a flat sole, the platform was raised in the back, much like high heels. They were only 3" high and the flat sole made walking in them easy.
So now we're back where my story began. I'm scurrying after my man as he walked down through the mall. I was deaf to anything but trying to keep up with one hand holding my hat in place. Something told me Peter would not like me lagging behind.
Funny thing. The store clerks on the Cape must have seen it all. No one looked twice when I made my purchases of sandals in one store, 12 panties in various colors and styles, a beautiful kaftan with very high slits on the sides in another. Peter selected a couple nighties and actually found a black one-piece full woman's swimsuit with bra top and thong bottom, plus a pink thong bikini.
We headed back to his house, and I gave him a fashion show which Peter really enjoyed. Every panty I wore, he had me bend over so her could see how his pussy looked in them. He approved of each selection but coming as no surprise to me, Peter was partial to thongs. As for my initial aversion to wearing panties, that disappeared as soon as I felt the soft material against my dick and how if felt on my bottom. They gave me a more feminine feeling, somehow. I thought I looked pretty in my panties.
"When we get back to the city, robin, I want you to upgrade your pants and blouses, and proper work shoes."
Aye aye, sir," I said saluting my man.
Grab a tissue or two, baby and come sit on your man's lap.
When I returned with a couple tissues, Peter had me remove his shorts and underwear. Seated on his lap, his big, beautiful cock wedged between, as Peter said, my pussy lips, he watched over my shoulder as I beat off under his supervision.
"That's my girl. Stroke that useless little dick for your daddy."
"My daddy?" I questioned.
"It's appropriate, my dear. Always call me daddy. No longer are you permitted to use my given name. Here alone, with company, at work. Daddy and sir work well and should come natural for a good sissy like your daddy knows you'll be for him."
Daddy toyed with my nipples as I stroked myself to an orgasm. "Oooo, oh, daddy I'm cumming," I moaned, arching my back and pressing my pussy down on his cock.
Daddy chuckled as I filled almost a half of tissue. Before I had a chance to enjoy my orgasm, daddy pushed me off his lap. "Now go flush down the commode, baby girl."
For dinner, daddy took me to a lobster house where we ate outside and people watched. He told me to wear my new black woman's bathing suit with bra top and thong back. Tonight he had me leave my wrap at home.
With my bottom, his pussy, completely exposed, daddy sent me inside with our orders and had me go collect them when my name was called.
Having all those strangers seeing my bare bottom made me tingle all over.
While we ate, I asked my daddy why it was that he liked showing me off.
