Chris invited me over to his house to help out with the engineering club he was mentoring. He told me to come over a couple of hours before the meeting and he would go over how a typical meeting would go. He said the college kids were the type that were really smart, but didn't have much experience with girls, so they were a little shy. Chris said that since I was an engineer that I could help them with some of their problems.
When I arrived at Chris' house, he was dressed really casually, wearing only a pair of swim trunks (that were kind of see-through) and a tee shirt. He told me I was dressed too formally for such a casual meeting. After we get done prepping, we'll take a swim before the guys get here. Chris explained that there would be about fifteen guys from the state college, and a typical meeting lasted about an hour. After we talked, Chris gave me a pair of swim trunks to wear and we went swimming in his pool.
After swimming for a bit, Chris said he was having trouble with the draw string on his trunks. He asked if I could help him with it. He came over and I got on me knees in front of him and started working on the knot. While I was deep in concentration working on it, Chris slipped his trunks down in front of me. As the trunks dropped to his ankles, I was holding the draw string and staring at a huge semi hard cock.
I looked up at Chris and he said "What do you think Dan?" What I thought was wow. I had seen big cocks from all of my internet surfing, and this was as big as any of them, and not actually hard. I couldn't stop staring.
Chris continued "I could see when we were talking and swimming that you couldn't help but look in the direction of my crotch. I thought I'd show you what you were missing."
I said "I don't know what you're talking about," but the bulge in my shorts was growing and I continued to look at that monster.
"Dan, look at how hard you're getting. You want my cock and I want to give it to you. Go ahead and reach for it."
I don't know if I was in a trance or what, but I felt compelled to do what Chris wanted. I shouldn't really say this wasn't something I had wondered about. I had fantasized about Chris doing the most outrageous things to me for as long as I could remember. I wasn't gay, but had fantasized for over a decade about getting fucked in every position by Chris and being made to do it over and over again. So when Chris was telling me to touch him, I think I really wanted him to be giving me orders and I wanted to obey them without question.
I said to Chris, "I've never done anything like this before. I've only been with women. I'm a straight man."
Chris replied "Dan, I know you've never done anything like this before. But I can also tell that you have wanted to do something like this for a long time. Don't pass up on the chance to find out. Look at my cock. You know you want this."
How did he know? Other than the drool coming out of my mouth and my staring, I had never said anything to Chris to reveal my fantasies. But he was right; I did want to do it. I reached out and felt his cock. It was soft and spongy, and responded immediately to my touch. Chris told me to run my hands up and down, and have my hands continue up his body to his lower stomach. He was in really good shape. He felt like a real man should. This must be what gets a woman excited. At this moment I was a woman, and it was really making me crazy. I couldn't sit still and had a desire to put my hands on my own cock before I exploded from excitement.
After a couple of minutes of this, Chris ordered "Take off your shorts Dan and let your little clit out."
As I started taking off my shorts, I thought about what Chris had said and asked "Did you say what I thought you said?" Chris said "You heard me bitch. Take out your clit. Little girls don't have cocks, they have clits."
I had to admit, when you compared my cock to the monster Chris had displayed before me, it was only a clit. I had no right to call myself a man around him. If he said I was a girl, then that was what I was. He was a man.
After I took off my shorts, Chris ordered me back on my knees and told me to put his cock in my mouth. He didn't have to say it twice. I dove in. His cock had to be at least ten inches (probably more like 11 or 12), and I wanted to take every inch of it in my mouth. I sucked and stroked his cock and Chris continued to give me orders and tell me what a girl I was. He was debasing me in every form, and I wanted him to continue. He was helping me live out my fantasies that were so perverted, I could never speak them.