He sat in a chair in front of me, nude. She was inbetween his legs as always, big and mighty. She was a beautiful phallus, a work of art. Normal men call their cock "he." My man did too until he met me. I made sure to only refer to his cock as "she." In time, he'd start telling me "she needs relief" or "she needs to be kissed." No longer was his cock his masculine pride, but what made him feminine even if he didn't look it.
She was a pretty big girl. Ten inches long and six thick. Before she met me, he treated her like the source of his manhood. Now, she was a feminine as any girl. He kept her hairless and clean and pretty and made sure never to touch her without permission. My permission, of course. He also put her in panties.
Tonight was a big night for her. Tonight was date night. Tonight she'd be kissed and massaged. She might even cum. I started our date night with a kiss on the head. She quivered and he moaned. This will be fun.
I then swallowed her into my nice, tight, wet pussy of a mouth. It was the closest she ever got to a real pussy besides my mancunt and the fleshlight I had tucked between my knees that I'd be using on her later. I started applying a deep suction and felt her ooze precum. I then let her pop out of my mouth and began jerking her off.
She was a wild one and could cum at any minute which is why I always kept two fingers under the taint. I could always stop it before it happens. In the meantime, my two fingers worked his own tight pussy (he used to hate calling it that but accepted it just like he did calling his cock "she").
The best sound in the world is hearing the squishing she makes when you jerk her when she's wet. I felt some pulsing but stopped it before she had an accident. I continued pumping and pumping before asking a single question.
"Does she want some pussy?"
