Carrol browsed through the produce at his grocery store, pausing at the cucumbers to pick a good specimen for his evening meal. Big, thick, hard… and green, he thought, smiling to himself, reaching into the display to select his. A pretty long-haired brunette girl about twenty-five eyed the same items, and exchanged glances with him, and smiled, and said hi, in an alluring voice. “They look great today,” Carrol said to her, and just as she was about to answer, a male voice from across the room said, “hey babe, you want some cantaloupe,” and she grabbed a cuke off the top, and disappeared. She was cute… thought Carrol, but just then, a familiar voice softly called to him from immediately behind: “You need some help?” Carrol’s mind reeled back to one of the most intensely pleasurable sexual encounters he’d ever had in his life – with the man who owned that voice!
Carrol turned around and came face to face with Michael, his lover Guy’s very handsome friend who had come over to Guy’s place the one time, and planted a memory in Carrol’s mind that wouldn’t go away. “Remember me?” Michael said, and extended his hand for a shake. Carrol took the hand in his. “I can’t not, Michael.”
“Carrol, I wanna talk. Let’s go out to my car for a second.” Carrol took his hand back, and nodded. “You know, you read my mind, there, mister. Lead the way, Michael.”Carrol smiled at Michael across the hood of his white GMC pickup, as the remote lock clicked. Michael winked and said, “step into my parlor, pretty girl.”
As Carrol’s body delicately shivered in an electric thrill, he switched into his sexy persona of Carole, the girl who had burned that one day they’d met into the roadmap of Michael’s memory.“I knew it was you, Carole. You look great no matter what, but man alive, I’d be lyin’ if I told you I’ve not thought of you, pert-near every day, dressed up like a sexy lady and making me feel like the king of the world over at Guy’s place that one day a few months back.
”I can’t forget you, either, Michael,” said Carole. “Guy might have made a mistake, introducing you to me. We just don’t see as much of each other ever since, like something happened that neither of us can name, although we both know exactly what it is.”Michael reached over and lightly brushed Carole’s arm. She knew they were going to be together, because she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. They were definitely going to see what that was about. Carole said, ”I want to be with you Michael, I can’t deny it. What do you think?"
”You want to make plans for the rest of the day together, baby? You busy right now, ‘cause I just cleared my schedule for you, if you’re interested.”
“Lemme get my car, I’ll follow you, OK?” Carole smiled and said, “oh yeah, my girlie stuff is over at Guy’s place, and I’d love to wear some of it for you.”“Carole, let’s start a new chapter on that, alright? I’d like to dress you in things that I liked and selected for you. Let’s go somewhere and get you some pretty things – and I’m buyin’, alright?”
Carole nodded in agreement. “That sounds heavenly, baby,” and she lightly brushed Michael’s hand. What a looker, she thought, tall, salt-and-pepper hair, not-too-fussy moustache, chiseled masculine face that looked more like Sam Elliot’s than anyone else familiar, smooth deep voice, strong, expert hands, great dresser, just about a perfect 10, he was, in her estimation. Yeah, she was in for some good times, that was for damn sure. She got into her car, and pulled in behind Michael’s pickup. And picked up she was, too, she thought, smiling to herself, as they rolled into the garage of a high-end lingerie store Carole knew, but never shopped.
“Let’s see what you’d look good in, darlin’,” said Michael, and took Carole briefly by the hands. “I want to make insanely hot, delicious love to you, Carole. I am so damn hot for you, I think about you all the time.”Carole blinked and looked into Michael’s intense brown eyes, which were drilling hers with an irresistible current of powerful desire. “I’m your girl, honey,” she cooed to him. “Let’s let you dream of me like you want me. I want to let you put together the sweet, hot girl of your dreams.”They separated in that dark parking garage, and walked to the stairs. “Carole…” Michael whispered at one landing, and drew her into him with a strong, firm hand. With the other, he caressed Carole’s face one time, and leaned in for a deep, hot, slow, searching, demanding kiss. Carole melted in his attentions, and sucked and tongued and took his tongue in deep, then slow-danced their lips together in her scorching sexual desire for him. He sucked her lower lip in, and let it go, then gathered her mouth in his expert lips, and sucked, and delicately tongued her, forcing an involuntary shiver from her, from a deep need she found far too intense to be bargained with. It was like she had gone to heaven, he was so sexy.They parted as they heard voices in the level below, and without a word, made their way to store.
They entered a palace of hotness, it seemed to Carole. Everything imaginable to make a girl look irresistible to a man. She let the smooth red bodice of a red peignoir slip under the back of her hand as she followed Michael to the wigs. “I’m thinking this long, bleached blonde lil’-bit curly number here, baby, whaddaya think,” he said, admiring the hairpiece, then glancing back at Carole, who was almost panting, gaping at it. “It would fall over your shoulders so sexy, and down your back – you like it?”“It’s gorgeous, Michael. You have such fantastic taste for a man, you know that?”Michael nudged Carole’s nearer arm and remarked, “the evidence of that is standing right next to me, good-lookin’. I’m getting’ it, OK, and also that fifties-lookin’ off-the-shoulders platinum bob over there, too, to kind of sass up the proceedings.” Carole glanced its way, and was immediately struck at the wig’s “come-and-get-it” attitude, with its confident air of knock-‘em-dead flirty sexuality.
Michael gathered a scooped-neck pretty white knee-length pink camellia-print dress and a pink leather handbag, as Carole gawked at him in utter amazement. The dress would be a perfect fit, and she knew it. “How… HOW can a man shop for a girl so good, and so fuckin’ fast? What is it, you can shop quick like a man… for a girl?”
”Yep – you said I can paint the picture, so I summoned the artist in me for you. Hey, here’s the thing. I know what I like, and to be honest, someone like you just makes it so damn easy, Carole.”
“I’m flattered, and knock-down-drag-out impressed, Michael. Please continue,” Carole said, with an open-handed gesture in front of herself, which says to people seeing it, “go ahead.”Michael asked Carole if she liked silky, satiny black negligees, red satin peignoirs (don’t think I didn’t catch you admiring that one, Carole, he winked!) frilly purple and pink teddies, sheer see-through hot black pantyhose, take-me-in-your-arms-already! black fishnets, and what the hell, red versions of the same, for good measure, he said with a rakish grin. “Yes, yes, yes, yes and yes, baby! Am I in some kind of dream, or what? Pinch me, Michael,” and he softly did so on her ass, off to the side. They slowly moved along, and he tossed in a couple pair of black lace panties, and a stretchy-black elastic garter belt, with a tiny flower on the outside of each leg.
Carole whispered, ”There it is then. I AM dreaming, you perfect man, you. I think you and me are gonna bring down the palace walls, what do you think? When he nodded, and quietly whispered an “oh yeah, Carole,” she continued in a soft voice, “we never kissed back when we first met at Guy’s place, you know. When we did in the garage a little bit ago, I knew right then and there that I was yours, and that Guy and I were in for a readjustment.”
“I hope he can deal,” answered Michael, “and who knows, we may see him again, kinda like in the way we met, if we’re both of a mind, and he’s not too hurt.” Carole agreed, as they moved onto the shoes, which she had to try on, and settled on a light-greyish-pinkish-brown medium pointed-toe pair of three-inch high heels. She had to do her fitting in the generously-sized room off to the side, as she was still in Carrol-the-guy mode, and dressed that way – she wasn’t comfortable in women’s shoes as a man, and Michael didn’t want that, either.Michael paid for the clothes, as the unknowing fifty-something woman at the counter said, beaming, “you have great taste, sir. She’ll look like a princess in these!”
“She sure will, ma’am. I’m one lucky man. Bye now.” He walked toward the door where Carole was waiting off to the side, and the cashier sighed, looking away.“Let’s head over to my place, Carole. We’ll have a little try-on party together, just you and me, and then let me run an idea past you for a date tonight, OK?” Carole nodded her agreement.Carole looked over her shoulder as she turned walked to her car, “I’m sure your idea will be terrible, Michael.”
The truth was, she was beside herself with excitement and anticipation, skin prickled and goosebumped with crazy desire for that unbelievably hot man who was going to lead her to the hottest session of lovemaking she probably would ever have known in her life up ‘til now. She could hardly think, she was so consumed with sexual desire for beautiful, gorgeous, handsome, strong, generous Michael, up there, driving his way into a gated leafy development about fifteen miles southeast of town. A long cinder drive did a semicircle to the door of a shaded new-old red brick Victorian in a cluster of brightly sunlit sycamores. His big white pickup halted there, as Carole pulled up behind him. A gentle summer breeze stirred the air, as birds chirped their welcome. An Irish setter appeared in a window near the door.Carole was massively impressed, but didn’t let on like a stupid seventeen-year old schoolgirl.
“Nice place, Michael. Beautiful. Comfortable-looking. Looks like ‘home.’”
“Glad you like it, honey. If I’m lucky, you’ll be coming over often. That’s Garcia, by the way. He’s super friendly.”
“He had me at the first glance, babe.” Let’s go in, Michael said, gathering his purchases, and he ushered Carole into the spacious, tastefully decorated home, flooded in cheerful sunlight.
Michael said, “What do you think, darling?”
Carole sauntered up to him, and standing directly in front of him, she said, “I am just so damn moved in every way by you, Michael. I want to be your very special girl. Do you want me?”
Michael dropped the bags onto the floor, and took Carole into his arms, and slowly described his desire around her mouth with his lips and tongue, fluttering it inside her mouth with a tantalizing, beckoning hello of pure hotness. “I’m so fuckin’ hot for you, Carole,” he whispered into her ear, nibbling there, and caressing her back and ass with his strong, soft hands. He stroked the side of Carole’s face, and she opened her eyes. She rubbed his crotch with a free hand, and felt the solid trophy of love there, stretching the fabric of his pants further with each tender, ardent stroke. “Kiss me, Michael,” she whispered, and he plunged in deep, but without the tiniest trace of clumsiness with his tongue, as Carole moaned helplessly, her hands dropping to her sides as Michael kissed her with amazingly versatile tender-strong confidence, screwing his lips softly first to the one side of her mouth, then deftly repositioning it with another skillful tongue-ing. He was an absolute master, Carole knew. He was the best she’d ever had, bar none – and she thought – she knew- Guy was a brilliant kisser. But this gorgeous hunk of a man, shit - he took it to a whole new level. God, but he was fuckin’ good. Carole kissed him back with wild, sexy girlish abandon.
They separated, holding each other at the waist, Michael a head higher. “I want to see my girl as a girl, dammit,” he softly said. “You’re exactly what I want, Carole. “ She smiled. “You’re a great looking man, slender, with a face that looks fantastic whichever way you’re presenting. I don’t like flamboyant drag-queen types –not as lovers- and you’re not a speck of that. In other words, you’re a sexy guy who looks fantastic as a lady. Correction – as my girlfriend. Are we pretty much on the same page here?”
“Michael, I think this has been the luckiest day of my complicated life. Let me be your girl. I want you to ravish me. I want to suck that huge, hard gorgeous cock of yours. I want to suck your big hard dick, dressed as your hot, sexy little girl. Is that the page you’re on?”
“Oh man, Carole, you’re so fucking hot,” and he kissed her beautifully, and let go, taking the bags and his cute little girlie-prize up the softly carpeted stairs, opening the black door on a room down the hall to a huge, sunny, beautifully-appointed bedroom, with a California King size four-poster altar of pleasure against a side wall under a huge landscape painting. It faced across the room to a pleasant countryside real landscape, with greyish mountains off in the distance behind the gently-blowing trees. She nodded her pleasure at the sight. “Just gorgeous, Michael. Why would I ever have thought anything different, though?” Michael came up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “Get dressed for me, honey. Over there, in that walk-in. Dazzle me,” he whispered, nibbling her ear.Carole turned around and kissed him lightly on the lips. “I’m your girl, baby. I’m going to make you feel like you deserve to feel. Give me a minute, and I’ll get real pretty for ya.” She pecked him again, and disappeared into the big closet.
Ten minutes later, Carole emerged from behind the door. Michael sat in a comfortable leather sofa with a Jack Daniels rocks, reading a magazine with a bull elk on its cover. He dropped the hunting magazine on the glass coffee table in front of him, and exclaimed, “Whoa, girl! I mean, for God’s sake… whoa! Do a little spin for your daddy, there, sissy girl.”Carole smiled at him, and said, “you like?” She did a quarter-turn each way, arm akimbo on her waist, flirtatiously tossing her head with each turn. The cascading, pretty blonde curls floated down either side of her face to mid-chest, first one side, then the other, and the red satin skirt of the flimsy negligee moved back and forth with her, beckoning to her man to take her. She strutted across the room in her heels and fishnet stockings, putting her right leg up on a footrest, and pulled the silky satin skirt up to her garter belt, and fingered the strap playfully, looking down and across the room to Michael, smiling and pulling her hair back across her shoulder so it would fall prettily down her back.“Do I like? Carole, you’re a complete knockout. You are just plain stone-cold beautiful, there, girlie.”
Carole sat down on the footrest, and looked away coyly, then back at Michael, putting a finger to her lip, saying, “do you want me, Michael?”Michael got up off the couch, and started unbuttoning his shirt, walking over to his girlfriend, lust pouring from his dark brown intense sexy eyes. “You bet I do, baby. I got a little sumpum’ here that oughtta prove it to ya. Give this bad boy your attention now, sissy.”
He dropped his pants and stepped out of them, now standing in front of his pretty little plaything in nothing but a tight black tee shirt. He was the sexiest man she’d ever seen.His huge, urgent manly cock throbbed a little in front of Carole’s pretty face. “Kiss it, lil’ sissy,” Michael commanded. Carole leaned forward and licked the huge shaft underneath, and did as ordered, kissing it delicately on its tender tip, reaching up and stroking it softly with a tender feminine touch. She moved her hair to one side, and kissed her way up and down the gigantic trunk, cupping Michael’s magnificent balls in one hand, massaging the big cock with the other.
“Suck me, girl,” Michael whispered.Carole put her tongue on the underside of Michael huge dick, and leaned back so it would drag along its entire delicious, heavenly length to the tip. She did it again, then again, and Michael caressed her face in admiration. “Oooooh, Carole, that feels so fucking good, girl. Ooooh, baby, I’m so glad I met you, honey. Suck your daddy’s cock, lil’ sissy girl.”
He moved his huge dick into Carole’s lips with an expert hand, parting them with a finger, then gently pulled at a corner of her mouth. He stroked her face and her hair with the other hand, and eased the huge train into its tunnel. “Suck my big cock, little girl, yeah, suck me Carole,” as she worked her soft, hot mouth down the huge pillar of manhood, now half in, straining her mouth’s capacity. Michael gently pulled at a corner of her mouth again, and softly stroked the underside of Carole’s chin. He got another two inches in that way. He was good! Carole moaned her girlish pleasure at being used as this man’s little plaything.
“You’re making me so fucking hot, baby girl, suck me a little faster and harder now. Oooooh, yeah, that’s right. Suck that big dick. I love it when you play with my big nuts like a little sissy, Carole. Suck my balls, and jerk my cock, now, girl.”Carole spat a huge wad of saliva into a handy washcloth, and looked up at her man. She smiled, and he said “you’re gorgeous, Carole. Suck my balls like the little sissy you are.” She tossed her hair aside, and got on her knees on the floor, pulling a big hairy ball into her mouth, while she cupped his tight hard ass with a free hand. She sucked gently, and nibbled ever so tenderly back down the balls toward his ass, then back forward, sucking one ball, then the other, stroking them, with the huge, demanding cock towering above the proceedings like a throbbing skyscraper.
Michael stroked his dick, as he moaned, “oh, fuck, sissy girl, you rock my world. Suck my big dick, Carole. Get up on this chair and suck my cock.”
Carole stood up a second and caught her breath, Michael kissing her shoulders and caressing the satiny sides of her body. “You’re so beautiful, little Carole girl. You’re so pretty in those things we got together.” Carole knew he, not they, picked everything on her, but it was all good. She was spinning like a top herself. He pushed her down into the chair, firmly, but with no harshness. It was a really sexy move.
“Suck my dick, lil’ sissy girl, you know you want to.”Carole learned into the gigantic, throbbing pillar, and Michael pushed it in. It was too big to get it in all the way, but they both knew just how far to push it. He fucked her mouth now, with a hand cupping the side of her face, rhythmically rocking his strong hips, fucking his girl’s head. Her long blonde hair bounced prettily as the big dick reamed her pretty mouth. “Ooooh, suck that big cock, Carole. Suck your hard man like the little sissy we both know you are. Oooooh, that feels so good, Carole. Suck me, girl, suck my big dick.” He fucked and fucked, and said, “next time, we’ll get you down on me sixty-nine style, I wanna see if I can get it in all the way. But not now… ooooh, girl, suck that dick. I’m about to cum, Carole. You gonna take my cum? I want you to swallow it like a good little sissy. Oooh fuck, girl…” and he released his spasming hot load, calling out “oh, fuck Carole, oh my God, does that feel good, oooh, fuck…” He worked the cock in as much as he could, dicking her mouth like a boss, blowing jerk after jerk of hot jism into Carole’s willing, obedient little face. She swallowed it as it arrived, shot after shot. Michael slowed now, and pulled the huge dick out of Carole’s mouth.
“Oh, honey. What did you just do? I have never been sucked off so good in my entire life.” He caressed the side of his girl’s face, and sat down in the chair behind her, stroking her back and her hair. Carole turned and faced him in a three-quarter profile.
“That was so fine, babe. God, but you’re a cocksman’s cockman. Lemme catch my breath, lover, wash off my face, rinse out my mouth a little bit. Then you can tell me what it is you have in store for us tonight, OK?”“I think you’ll like my idea, Carole. I think we’ll have some fun tonight. I’m thinking of taking you out to dinner and a club, but with a special little twist. If you don’t want to do it, we’ll think of something, I’m sure. Get freshened up a little, and let’s talk. Leave the outfit on, though, I love looking at you in it.”
“That’s what I was gonna do anyways, ya big lug. I feel sexy wearing it, especially for you. Let’s see what you have in mind, Michael. See ya in a few.” Carole emerged from the bathroom, and Michael immediately clicked the mute on the remote on the huge wall-mounted flatscreen that was playing a porno of two hot, well-muscled, big-dicked men sexually using a pretty redheaded dressed-up boy/girl. The sexual moans, grunts and “oh babys” disappeared, but the images carried on in scorching hot silence.Carole, changed and feelin’ cute n’ gorgeous in her tight purple teddy with the frilly pink trim, and the sexy, shorter, ‘bout chin-length sassy platinum blonde hairdo, with the heels, stockings, panties and garter belt from before, sexily tossed Michael the question, “How do I look?”
“Like everything I ever dreamed of or wanted, Carole. You’re just so fucking beautiful, you know that?” He admired her, smiling, lightly massaging his semi-hard big dick in his right hand. “C’mere, sissy.”Carole slowly walked over to her lover, and sat down next to him on the couch. “Gimme a little kiss, girl. I’ve missed you, you know.” Carole flicked her hair out of the way, and turned to face Michael, putting a little hand on his strong, hairy manly chest. “Kiss me,” he repeated.Michael leaned down, and met his desirous, submissive lady halfway to heaven. They poured out their hot passion into one another, tongues dancing and exploring in each other’s mouths, lips churning in always-new hot re-positions. Michael pulled Carole’s slender body into his strong, muscular masculine torso. His cock escaped his bathrobe, and rubbed Carole’s smooth satin teddy upward and back in a slow rhythmic fucking motion, Carole’s hand finding it, and letting it glide through her hand perfectly lubricated by his pre-cum. This man is just so damn crazy-good sexy, thought Carole, as he kissed him eagerly, hungrily. “You’re making me so fucking hot, lil’ sissy girl,” Michael whispered into Carole’s ear.
They separated, holding one another at the waist, leaning back, looking deep into each other’s eyes. Carole tossed her hair with a flirty, girly little motion, and Michael caressed her face softly, firmly, Carole leaning into his big hand. “Hey, Carole,” Michael said.“Yeah baby?” She sucked and kissed his fingers as they slowly ran across her mouth.“I never asked, but you OK with me calling you ‘sissy’? It’s kinda mean, coming from the wrong guy, you know.”
Carole took his hand in hers, and kissed it tenderly. “Michael, I know everything you say and do is about our pleasure. And here’s the thing. You’re way, way bigger and stronger than I am. So, it’s part of the fantasy. I’m no stereotype shrieking queen out in the world. Out there, I’m all guy. That said, though, I’m most definitely not macho, either. Most people don’t think about it. But when we’re together, and I’m dressed up like a girl, compared to a man like you, shit, dude, as a fantasy it’s hotter than hell that you can dominate me and call me a sissy. You’re a beautiful man, Michael. I’m not insulted – I’m turned on, OK?”
“I’m glad we see eye-to-eye on that, Carole. I’ve always liked crossdressers who are straight or act that way when they aren’t dressed. But they’re very rare, I’ll be honest. They usually “act gay,” and that doesn’t start me up. I’m fine with it – I’m not a judgmental man – but it’s not for me. “Gay” is two things to me, Carole. It’s who you are, ‘cause you like your own sex, but it’s also an act, a stereotype. And it’s just a matter of taste on the second one.”
“Me too, Michael. I like to have sex with men, but I’m not turned on by the stereotype. I like to dress for strong, dominant masculine men who love to be with cross-dressed guys. So, go ahead and call me a sissy, I promise I won’t beat you up.”Michael smiled, and put his hand fully on Carole’s cheek, and kissed her slowly, warmly, like he was stirring a pot of hot stew with his lips and tongue.They walked over and looked at the TV. One big jock was stuffing the girlie’s mouth, while the other one made out with him, getting his dick jacked by him and the nancy boy both. Michael took the remote in hand, and flicked it off.
Michael put his arm around Carole’s shoulder, and she nestled into him. “Lemme tell you what I got in mind for us tonight, Carole. I think you’ll love it.”Michael explained a well-thought out fantasy date plan to Carole, as she cuddled into him, twirling her fingers in his chest hair, caressing the hard nipple nearest her. Once, he asked her to suck on it and play with it when she got him too turned on to continue, but it was Carole, breaking free of a sexy, hot, deep kiss who said, “tell me more, baby. I love your idea.”
“So go change back into the clothes of my guy friend, Carrol. I’ll designate another bedroom as yours, and we can keep your things and whatever else you’d like in there, whaddaya say? I’ll change into something else, too, and I’ll see ya in a minute.” He ushered Carole to the room with her clothes and things, turned her around and kissed her affectionately, softly caressing her face.
“Make yourself at home, sexy girl, and I’ll see my pal Carrol in a few minutes.”Carrol spent a few minutes longer than Michael, exploring his new guestroom, putting his girlie clothes away. A soft knock at the door, and Michael said, “Can I come in Carrol?”
She said, “yeah, baby,” and it was as though a movie star just walked in. He was absolutely stunning, the very picture of gorgeous, delectable manhood, simply and elegantly dressed in grey dress slacks, a checkered long sleeve collared shirt, and a beautiful faintly bluish-grey Armani sports jacket. Shiny perfect Italian loafers completed the look. He was every last thing Carrol ever wanted in a man, right down to the tiniest detail. He was soooo damn good-looking… “You’re about the best-looking man I’ve ever seen, Michael. OK, scratch the ‘about’ part. Goodness gracious, mister!”
“Hey, thanks, Carrol. You’re no slouch in the looks department, either. But hey, make sure to pack your dress, your heels, your nylons, and here, take these, it’s a sheer padded bra, and take these three skinny little silver-band bracelets. They’ll look good on you, I promise! And Carrol, take this. It’s a diamond engagement ring, but on you it’ll be my ‘favorite girl’ ring. Whaddaya say, baby, you are my favorite girl, after all.”
“I’d love to wear your ring, Michael! When I’m dressed up, that is! I’m so flattered – this is just so damn romantic, ya big galoot, ya! And yeah, I’m yours, and I’m most definitely off the market. There’s Guy, but he’ll deal.”
“Let’s not think about him right now, Carrol. Let’s head into town, and get you polished up like the diamond lady we both know you are.” They kissed briefly, and Michael patted Carrol’s ass, and said “we’re off!”
They entered the garage, and Michael flicked on the light. A sleek, long late model red Corvette popped into view. “It’s beautiful, Michael. Put you and this machine together, and there’s just about no girl in the world who wouldn’t want to hop in the sack with you.”“Thanks, babe, but I want to be with you, and I hope you know that.” Carrol smiled, and Michael opened the passenger door. “Last little kiss, lover, then we’re a couple of guys.” They kissed passionately there in the garage, Carrol’s lingering hand sliding off Michael’s hard ass he made his way to the driver’s side.
They cruised the into town on that perfect fall day, that one happy late afternoon, leaves swirling, dreamlike, marking the car’s passage down a small street as they made their way to a shop called “Hollywood Lites.”
They entered, and two flamboyantly gay men greeted them. “Hi Gary, Hi Tom. Remember I told you I was trying to find someone I’d met a few months ago, who would make an excellent canvas for you to work your magic on, if I could find her? Well, this ‘him’ is ‘her’! It took some sleuthing, but here we are. This is Carrol.”
“Nobody ever said you had bad taste, Michael – in anything. Girrrrl, you are gawgeous,” Gary pantomimed. “We are going to make you look so damn hot, Michael here will need to wear handcuffs all night, which on second thought, might be sorta hot its own self.”
Carrol smiled. “I’m putty in your hands, guys,” eliciting delighted “ooo’s” from the makeup artists, and a massive smile from Michael. “Michael, pick me out a wig, baby, I’m sorry I didn’t grab one with the rest of my things.”He said, “do your magic on her, guys, and Carole, no problem, shit, I might even get two.”Gary said to Michael, “Hey there stud, get the clothes your girl is going to be wearing tonight, if you got ‘em, OK? We’ll wanna build her face around her look tonight.”
Michael smiled and nodded, and reappeared in five minutes. “Voila,” he said, and handed the dress to Tom.“Ooooh, nice,” he said. The makeup guys hung the pretty white dress with the beautiful pink camellia prints scattered artfully randomly across it on a peg near a big mirror across from a professional reclining make up chair. They placed the cute pink handbag near it on a counter, at an angle a girl would most likely be usually be carrying it. “Such marvelous taste you have!”
Carole Mattel smiled at a beaming Michael Brandon standing at the doorway to the makeup room, a rakish smile lighting up his impossibly handsome face. “It was all that big guy’s doing. But I sure am glad to play a part. Let’s put a lady together, shall we?” said Carole to the cosmeticians.
Forty-five minutes of careful work passed, with not a whole lot of talk. The guys were totally fixated on their task, and left the silliness aside when on the job. “What do you think, honey?” Tom beckoned Carole to sit up from the makeup chair, and regard herself in the mirror. She couldn’t believe it. She was so fucking beautiful, it was almost like she was looking at someone else. Totally dreamy. Light red lipstick, perfectly highlighted cheeks, expertly shaded nose and chin emphasizing size reduction to feminine proportions, beautifully shaded, lilting knock-down gorgeous eyes, sexy come-here-you liner, mascara and lashes, even cute fake red fingernail appliques.
Dressed as a man, it seemed odd, but she’d remedy that, as Michael rounded the corner into the room, with an elegant shoulder-length light brown blonde-highlighted wig, reminiscent of Jennifer Aniston, and also a medium length platinum blond number with iridescent light purple highlights. He smiled. “You’re so beautiful, Carole. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. Thanks, guys, for making my dreams come true.”
Everybody stood and/or sat there a minute, admiring Carole and the cosmeticians’ expertise in the big mirror. “You’re gorgeous, Carole,” Michael repeated. And she truly was.“Let’s see how you look dressed, baby,” Michael said to Carole, who answered, “ya read my mind, babe,” and took the pretty feminine things to a nearby changing room.She emerged ten minutes later, and said to Michael, “how do I look?”
Michael gaped at her in sheer amazement. One cosmetician entered the room, and audibly started, you could hear him catching his breath. Not one word for the next five seconds.This lady was nobody’s “passable.” She was fucking drop-dead gorgeous competition in a roomful of the prettiest girls from the ten closest colleges.
Carole was absolutely stunning. And Michael finally said so. He said exactly that. “Do a little spin for me, Carole, and pick up that handbag.” She did so in her sexy, natural girlish way, smiling coquettishly anew with each turn, side to side, a graceful 360, flicking back her pretty blonde hair, and smoothing her hip and closing her eyes, then looking up at Michael, making it absolutely clear in every last way humanly possible that she was all his, and that the evening promised a boiling sexual passion the likes they’ve never known.
Gary had entered the room, and stood there watching Carole doing her sexy solo for her man. “I think we’ve created a monster,” he whispered to Tom. Michael and Carole stood around laughing and chatting with the two queens for about another half hour, catching up. Carole was surprised at how well Michael knew them – and many other of the famous and semi-famous people casually brought up in passing. “I’m taking this fabulous lady out to dinner, then to an evening of fun and frolic at the Watchtower Cabaret, and their show “Off the Clock.”
“Look out, Carole,” said Gary slyly. “The owner can’t resist your beau, here.”
“Oh, c’mon, Gary. That was a million years ago, well, five, OK, and only the one time. There’s no doubt where my attentions are going to be centered tonight.”Carole smiled, intrigued by the history, and Michael’s plans, which she already knew about – without the juicy tidbit about the nightclub’s owner and him, of course.“I know who she is, Michael. You? And her? She’s pretty – and no doubt she can belt out a tune or two. I guess I just never woulda guessed is all. Anyways, it sounds massively intriguing, and really fun. Let’s do this date, mister!”
“You two lovebirds have fun, darlings,” said Gary, the more dominant of the two, “and Michael, thank you. You bring your girl back again sometime, we’ll be overjoyed to see you. Same if you’re in Vegas together, you can drop by our place there, too. Just give us a few days notice, so’s we can clear our calendar for ya.”
Michael said, “thanks again guys – she’s so beautiful – you’re geniuses!” Carole smiled and silently mouthed “thank you” to the men, who heaved a collective theatrical sigh.
At the restaurant, they quietly dined, with sexy low whispers, and lots of footsie playing under the table, and caressing of one another’s hands on it, warmly lit in the discreet track lighting and the two elegant pink taper candles beside a side piece of beautiful pink camellias in a low crystal bowl on the crisp white tablecloth. Mostly they talked about how much fun they’d had had so far. Michael also intimated at the head-over-heels great time they we going to have when he got her home. “I love my ring on you, honey,” Michael said, beaming into Carole’s pretty face.
“I’m so flattered by it, Michael. Thank you so very much, honey. I don’t think there was ever a man born who knew how to treat his girl like you. This place setting, it so perfectly matches my dress, darling. Your lovely ring was so unexpected, and so romantic. I’m proud to wear it, baby.”
“I was a busy little phone bee while Gary and Tom were working their magic on you, babe. I’m glad you’re pleased.”
“Most people play with social media on those damn things, you’re making what is probably the most romantic night of my entire life. Yeah, baby, I’m impressed.”After a sweet taste of French sorbet and an espresso, they got the car back, and the ‘Vette glided down the downtown street a little while, before Michael said, “Let’s catch a view before we see the show.”
“Love to, baby,” cooed Carole.They made their way to a railing on an overlook, and gazed west to the Highland district and the pinprick-light speckled mountains beyond. “Beautiful,” said Carole, walking away from her man after snuggling him. She took a position at the same railing fifteen feet away, and smoothed her hair back, as Michael stared peacefully ahead. A breeze stirred her pretty dress and long silky hair.“Penny for your thoughts,” Carole called out.
“Whaddawe have here,” came an unwanted answer from her other side, away from Michael. “Whoa, but you’re a pretty little thing. Any chance you gotta lil’ piece for me?” He blearily stared at Carole, who stepped back as he moved at her.Michael stepped in front of him, and landed one clean, short, vicious right-cross punch to the side of his jaw. He dropped like a sack of potatoes to the ground. “No chance, in fact, asshole.”
Carole gaped at what just happened in the last quarter-minute. “Jesus Christ, Michael! Is that guy all right?”
“He’ll be fine. Albeit with the worst hangover he’s ever had in his stupid life. Maybe he’ll think twice next time, but probably not. Oh, and you’re beautiful.”
“What?” exclaimed Carole, looking first at the unconscious man, then at her smiling handsome lover. To whom she now added “hero” to her list of accolades for him.
“You offered me a penny for my thoughts, darlin’. Those were my thoughts. Now pay up, girl.”
“For cryin’ out loud, Michael! And OK, thanks!” She looked at the foolish man for the last time, and by a miracle, a shiny penny lay on the ground near him. She carefully, girlishly stooped down, and picked it up, proudly presenting it to him.“I mean what I say, stud. Don’t spend it all in one place!”
“I’ll keep it for the rest of my life, Carole. I’ll frame it, in fact. I’ll have a plaque engraved below it that’ll say “The Penny Everybody’s Been Offering For Your Thoughts.”
He took Carole by her slender shoulders, and leaned down into her for a deep, slow, grinding, wonderful kiss. The wine, the heroic move, the fabulous gifts, the fun times, the gorgeous man kissing her like a dreamboat – her mind reeled, and Michael steadied her.
“Careful, girlie. Everything all right?”
“More than all right. I’m just absolutely flabbergasted by all this, Michael. I am just head-over-heels for you right now. I have to get my bearings, is all. And re-do my lipstick!”
“Let’s do that in the car, Carole. No sense in entertaining this moron,” who was beginning to stir.Carole wiped her mouth clean with a moist towelette, and Michael did the same. She re-applied anew in the softly-lit visor mirror, the lipstick furnished of course by the ever-thoughtful, ever-resourceful, ever-romantic Michael.
“We ready, darlin’?” asked Michael. He reached over and caressed Carole’s hand softly.
“Yeah, baby. On to more fun times. Lead the way, stud.” She smoothed her dress, and smiled warmly at him.
“Let’s have some fun, girlie-Q.”The valet took the ‘Vette’s keys from Michael, who circled the vehicle to open the door for his lady love. He took her hand like she was a princess, and she pivoted her sexy legs out of the seat, and stood to face Michael, her heels giving her a little more height, but still not anywhere near the mountain of man who stood before her.
She smiled, “thanks, baby.”
“Anytime, sugar. Let’s go on in, shall we?” She girlishly put a hand into his crooked arm, and they made their way to the awning at the entrance, framed by two huge potted palms and a burly doorman in a tuxedo.“Hey man, how’s it goin’?” Michael asked the big man at the door, whom Carole was thinking was probably going to be the last man she’d see tonight who was anywhere near her man’s size.“Real good, Michael. Be nice to this guy,” the man said, beaming at Carole.“I promise,” Carole told him, and the man looked back at Michael, as they exchanged a friendly smile, without the first trace of a “knowing” leer.They walked down some softly blue-lit stairs to a red-lit room with about forty tables, each illuminated by a small light. Another beautifully-dressed man asked, “reservations?”
“Two for Michael Brandon,” Michael told him, and guided Carole like a gentleman behind the man, who led them to a table in front. “Here ya go,” he said in a lilting, gay-boy voice, and Michael and Carole thanked him, smiling.“Oooh, nice, Michael, great table,” Carole softly said to her man, as just then a theatrical-sounding female voice announced from behind Michael, while audibly moving closer, “Michael Brandon, as I live and die!”
“Hey Patsy, how’s tricks!” Michael answered happily.
“Trickin’, Michael. Always trickin’!” She smiled at him, and turned to regard Carole.“Patsy Decline, I’d like you to meet Carole Mattel.” The two women shook hands, smiling at each other.
“Not to be rude, Carole, talking behind your back to your face, but Michael. She’s absolutely stellar.”
“Thanks, Patsy. I’m real lucky, ain’t I. And thanks for hooking us up with this great table.”
“Nothing doing, Michael. You had my back with that open loan when we opened, ‘cause without it, we wouldn’t be exactly right here talkin’.“I knew a good bet when I saw it, Patsy, and you know I love to come on in and see your shows. How’s this one?”
“Naughty Pierre’s Comedy and Burlesque? He’s a real hoot, guys, he’s a tip-top great MC, and it’s just a parade of jokes, flyin’ clothes and belly laughs from there to the finish. You’ll love it,” Patsy said, beaming. “You’re not too sensitive, I hope,” Patsy said to Carole, winking.
“I think I can handle it, and I’m up for anything fun,” said Carole, and the two girls smiled knowingly for a brief moment.“I’ll leave you two lovebirds to your own devices,” said Patsy, “always great seeing you, Michael! Nice ta meetcha, Carole, I gotta room to work,” and Patsy moved off, lavishing her generosity of spirit on a good-looking, well-dressed gay couple two tables over.
“She’s great, Michael, you two seem to have a history.”
“Yeah, we had a little thing a few years back, and she needed a loan to keep this place afloat, so I located a spare quarter-mil and gave it to her. She’s paid it back, every last nickel, by the way.”The room got progressively louder, with arriving couples, gay and straight, plus one especially loud group of twelve women at three tables on a bachelorette party. Carole and Michael sipped at their drinks, Michael with a Crown rocks, and Carole with a salty pink marg. “That drink’s bigger than you are, baby. Watch out now!”
“I got me a big strong man who’ll keep me straight and steady,” Carole said, now in the chair next to him, so they could both face the stage, and let’s not beat around the bush, so they could be close to each other, and be able to touch one another when they wanted to. Which was most of the time. She touched his arm. “Well, maybe not so much the first part.”
Michael put his arm around her, and nuzzled into her pretty long brownish-blond hair, falling beautifully down her partly bare shoulders, down her back and sexily in front, too, to about mid-chest. He nibbled her ear for one thrilling second, and whispered, “I think I’m falling in love with you, Carole. I want you so bad I can hardly stand it.”
The noisy room fell away for one brilliant moment, who knows for how long, as the ambient sound seemed to be a hundred feet down a hall somewhere, which it really wasn’t. It all snapped back into place, and Carole looked dreamily, gorgeously into his impossibly handsome face. “I love you too, Michael. And yeah, all joking aside, I can’t wait to fall into your strong arms later tonight. I’m your girl, baby. I want to make you happy.” She glanced down, and saw a huge bulge stretching his trousers almost to the breaking point, it seemed. “And as for you,” she said, talking playfully to his lap, “You’re gonna be the guest of honor.” She looked back up into his eyes. “I’m gonna rock your world, big man. That’s a promise.”
They laughed and howled at the off-color jokes, which endlessly spooled out from the excitable MC, and Michael playfully tossed stockings, lacy bras, garter belts, silky teddies, frilly skirts and other girly accoutrements back to the laughing girls, who seemed to pay more attention to him than anyone else in the front row.
Carole, who didn’t have the first jealous bone in her body, laughed like a giddy schoolgirl at the crazy, amped-up antics of the room.“That was so much fun, Michael! Thank you for taking me.” She leaned into him as they waited for the sleek red Corvette at the valet station.
“Thanks for making the night so perfect, Carole. You’re absolutely stunning, girl.”Driving down the freeway south out of the city, Michael softly said to Carole, “here lover, try one of these. It’s Viagra. We’ll both pop one.”The lights grew less dense, as their surroundings darkened in the exclusive exurban neighborhood where Michael’s house waited.They pulled into the driveway, and Michael slid the car expertly into its parking space.
“Home, baby. Let’s go in for a nightcap, see what develops.” Carole smiled at him, as he took her elbow and guided her into the kitchen. Surprisingly, they just talked animatedly, laughing and reminiscing the evening’s wild and frolicsome events, physically apart from one another, sharing drinks, standing in the big softly-lit kitchen. Garcia nuzzled Carole’s hand, and she absentmindedly petted his head.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Carole,” Michael said, placing his drink on the counter. “Here, have some,” as he lit a thick joint and took some in, handing it to his girl, who did the same. Almost immediately, she felt a spreading sexual warmth flowing into every corner of her now willing, anxious, feminine body. She smoothed her dress, and gently tossed her hair to one side. She delivered her trademark remark, with a sexy, flirting flash in her eyes, “how do I look?”
“God, Carole, you make me horny. You’re the sexiest little bit ‘o girl I ever had the good fortune to hook up with. C’mere, sissy, and kiss your man.”
Carole clicked across the floor in her sexy heels, and stood directly in front of him. His hands circled back around her, cupping her girlish ass cheeks, looking fabulous in her white, camellia-flower print dress. He pulled her into him, and softly rubbed his massive cock up her front, kissing her softly, hungrily, expertly, caressing her pretty hair to the side, kissing her deeply, strongly, ardently, manfully.
“Let’s go upstairs where we can play, baby girl, you can change into something more comfortable.”
“I’ve never been more comfortable in my life, Michael, but let’s see what we can do. I love dressing for you. Let me take off this wonderful dress, and pick a boudoir outfit to wear for you.” They separated, and went up the stairs, Michael leading Carole by the hand. “See ya in a minute,” Carole whispered.She hung up the dress, and selected a red lacy satin-skirted teddy, and switched hairstyles to the medium-long, just-past-the-shoulders platinum blond number with the iridescent light purple streaky highlights. She checked the mirror. “Rock-starrrr” she softly sang to the image in front of her.
Michael was in a silk bathrobe, checking a porno of a pretty, tarted-up tranny sucking a handsome man’s cock, as he sat in the couch of a well-appointed office, resplendent in a fabulous expensive Italian suit.He muted the volume, and got up. “There’s my sexy girl.” He said. “My, but you look like a sexy little sissy. You think I can get you to suck my dick like that slut up there on the TV’s doin’?”
“You’d best believe it, big man. I love suckin’ that huge dick of yours. It looks fabulous, there, baby. I love the way you bounce it in your hand, like it’s a big toy you want me to play with.”
“C’mere girlie. C’mon Carole, give your daddy a little kiss and play with his dick and balls while you’re doin’ it.”Carole sexily sauntered into his arms, flicking her hair back, while Michael filled his big hands with satiny-skirted hot girlie ass. He hungrily screwed his mouth onto hers, tongue-ing her, almost devouring her, breathing heavily into her ear, as she worked his massive, demanding cock with a free hand.
“Jack that dick, sissy,” he whispered, and kissed her with hot, unabashed male passion. “I want you to suck me again and again and again. I want every last bit of you, girl. Am I making myself clear?”
“Oooh, baby, you really are. I love sucking that big dick. I want to try to get it all down – but it’s so fuckin’ big, honey.”
“Hey Carole, check this out. House - mute TV, soften lights, play Sarah Vaughn low.” The room slid down into the mode of a low-lit comfy sex cave, with the smooth stylings of the great jazz singer and a small group serenading them, as the tranny on the wall-mounted TV sucked a big, hard, Italian cock.
“Nice,” said Carole, smiling.
“Lemme lay down on the bed, sissy. I want to see you crawling up from the foot of it, giving me the sexiest looks you got, up towards me and my big dick.”
Michael lay on the bed with his head propped up by a big starched-white pillow. Carole admired his long, lean, hot, firm, muscular body, lightly tanned, and hairy in all the right places. “Work your way up my legs, girl. Climb that ladder, sissy. I want to see you on your hands and knees, kissing my legs, making your way up to this big dick here,” which he loosely fondled, then looked up to Carole, a serious-as-a-heart-attack look on his handsome face.Carole did as she was instructed, tossing the loose long hair from her face in a flirty, feminine sexy gesture. She took one of his feet in her hand, and started to kiss, suck and nibble his toes, arch, underside, heel and ankle, moaning with girlie pleasure as she sucked and massaged his foot.
“That feels so good, baby girl. I love the way you make love, Carole.” She pulled back, allowing the sexy hair to drape and caress across the top of his tender, sensitive foot. “I love what you’re doing with your hair, sissy. It makes me feel so fucking hot. Massage my calves, girl. Make love to my legs.”Carole quietly kissed and nibbled Michael’s lower legs, pulling the hairs with her lips, licking them, caressing them, massaging a foot, caressing a calf, kissing, nibbling, sucking. “You’re so fucking sexy, Carole. Make love to me, girl.”
Carole slowly and surely moved up Michael’s hard, strong, well-muscled, perfectly-tanned legs, and leaned into a thigh, which Michael had moved up now, drawn up to where it was easy for Carole to attend to from a hands-and-knees position. She made love to his thigh, as though it was another man itself, kissing it, caressing it all over, around and around, up and down, letting her sexy hair drape over it, and softly pulling it away, letting the hair do the “dirty work.”
Rubbing her lace-and-satin clad chest and bare shoulder up it like a sex-slave kitty-cat, she slid a hand down the back of the thigh, and found his balls. She teased him with a sexy little caress, kissing his knee on the side, and looked at him now, face up, in a hands-and-knees position, next to his drawn-up leg. Her hair fell softly to either side of her pretty face.“Looks like you struck paydirt, sissy.”
He reached down and caressed Carole’s face, and stroked her long, blond hair. She kissed his hand. “Work your way up there, and take the scenic route. Make love to my thigh awhile after you find my cock. Hey baby, take a hit off this joint first.” Michael handed her the reefer, and she got up to a kneeling position and took a deep draw. Handing it back, she closed her eyes, and moved her sexy hair aside with an feminine , slow toss of her head, and massaged her hands up and down the sides of her satiny, lacy red slender torso and pinched her nipples and moaned her pleasure. “mmmm,Michael, you make a little girl feel so good.”
“I love it when you do that, Carole.” He stroked his cock, which had long since become nothing less than a solid metal Oscar statue, standing straight up and slightly curved through eight or nine thick, hard, massive, throbbing inches of glorious manhood. “Look at my dick, sissy, and tell me you love it,” Michael commanded.
“I love that giant, beautiful cock of yours, Michael, you’re my dream man and I’m your little girl. You have the most beautiful hard cock I’ve ever seen. All I want in this little girl’s world is to suck that dick until I drain every last bit of you from it. I love it when you play with it and tease me and talk dirty to me. I love it when you tell me I’m your pretty little girlie sissy who loves sucking your cock, because it’s true. I love your big hard dick,” Carole moaned, swaying back and forth on her knees, her pretty hair softly swishing from side to side across the lacy satin red teddy. She brushed it aside on one side, and pinched her nipple, moaning, “oooo, Michael.”
He reached to her, and put his hand under her flirty little short satin skirt. He found her man stuff. “Looks like the pill did its thing, baby. Hey, what have we here? I found me some man junk, Carole.” He stroked her hard, slender six inch dick, as Carole moaned like a helpless little girl. “Oh, fuck, Michael, that feels so fucking good, darling. Ooooo, baby.”
He let the dick go, and caressed Carole’s satiny hip. “Work your way to my cock, now, sissy girl. You can take your sweet ol’ time, now, I won’t mind.”Carole leaned down into Michael’s big, manly thigh, and cupped his beautiful, juicy balls, moaning like a little bitch. “C’mere, Carole, I wancha ta slither your sexy little self up here so’s I can kiss you, then I’ll send you back down where you are now. C’mon up here, girl.”
Carole stroked the giant dick as she slid up the heavenly hard length of Michael’s gorgeous, masculine body, and got face to face with her handsome man. “Kiss me, sissy,” he ordered.Carole stroked the side of Michael’s face, and turned ever so slightly to the side to avoid having her cute little nose colliding with Michael’s more manly, bigger one, and deftly tongued her way past his lips, which parted to allow her entry, and fastened her mouth to his for a deep, soulful, moaning, wet, gloriously dizzy, hot kiss. She pinched his hard nipples, and he moaned as Carole skillfully played him like a pro.
“Work your way down me, girl, and suck my dick,” Michael commanded his sexy, flirty little tart, “get down there, Carole, and go down on your man, now, like a good little sissy.”Carole slowly descended toward the patiently waiting, hard, throbbing trophy, mouthing, softly pinching, caressing, kissing every last piece of Michael as he put his hand to the side of Carole’s face and stroked her hair, cheek and ear.
“Yeah, Carole, that’s right. You go and take care of your man, now. I can’t wait to feel your sexy lips working my big hard dick, you little sissy.”
“And I’ll suck your cock like the hot little girlie toy you want me to,” moaned Carole, kissing and nibbling Michael’s ribs, stroking his hard ass, cupping his balls. In time, she faced the giant dick she loved like an obedient little girl, raising her eyes to Michael, who played with a nipple, staring intently and sternly down at Carole. “Suck my cock, girl.” He caressed her face. “Go on now, suck me like a hot little slutty bitch. Make love to your big, hard man’s dick like the little sissy you are. Yeah, Carole, blow me,” as she worked her mouth down the delicious, rock-hard, massive shaft, licking and moaning, caressing the big hairy balls underneath with smooth, satiny girlish expertise.
“I love your huge cock,” she moaned, as Michael softly touched her head and withdrew his hand in an almost helpless gesture of pleasure. He twirled his finger in a nipple and moaned,”ooooh, Carole, you feel so good, baby. Suck your daddy’s big hard cock, now. Take your big man’s hard dick in that pretty little mouth of yours, sissy girl.”
Carole was loving this sexy moment more than any she’d ever experienced. She got her mouth down three quarters of the way, but gagged, and pulled back, saliva and tears copiously pouring from her face, completely ruining the wonderful work Gary and Tom had done on her earlier, but most definitely in a good cause.
“You OK, girl? Here, spit into this washcloth.” She got to her knees.“Carole, let’s sixty-nine. My dick will curve into your throat better, and I can work my hips so’s I can fuck your mouth.” She positioned herself over Michael’s crotch, but her crotch only reached the top of Michael’s chest. Knees to either side of her man’s torso, her crotch area pooled in a pretty, satiny circle of skirt on Michael’s upper chest. No matter, of course, he was far bigger than she was, which she loved. He stroked Carole’s hard dick with a free hand, and massaged her cute little ass.
“Try to get my whole dick down, girl. I know you can do it, sissy.” Carole’s soft, flexy-sexy mouth slid down the shaft, back and forth, getting her bearings. It was almost an engineering problem of sex. Michael reached down, pulling Carole’s head forward as he fucked upward, Carole getting more and more of the big dick in her throat with each urgent but surprisingly gentle fuck. He lightly slapped the side of her wet face, sloppy with spit, tears and sweat. “Yeaaaah, little girl,” he moaned, “you have my whole dick in there now.” Carole felt like her entire upper body was full right to the skin from inside with a huge man’s cock. Like she was 100% full of dick. She pulled back and off, letting a massive stream of saliva escape her mouth into the now-soaked washcloth. Michael produced another.
“Wipe your face, girl. Shit, but you’re a sexy little hot mess.”
“I love it, baby. I want more.”“Then go for it, sissy, and suck that big fuckin’ thing. I’m not stoppin’ ya, that’s for damn fuckin’ sure.”Carole remounted Michael and worked his cock into her mouth again, and again and again. She sucked his dick like a lollipop, up and down halfway, licking it, and letting it slap her face and hair back and forth, as she smiled and moaned, kissing it, playing with his balls. “Take my cock down all the way, girl,” Michael ordered, “I want to fuck your head like I own you.”
Carole did as he commanded, and hummed “uuuhhhh” as the big dick filled her. “That feels so good, sissy girl. Do it summore.” She worked her head from side to side, humming, as Michael lightly slapped her face, and tried to pull a little at the corner of her mouth, but there was really no space to let a finger in, she was so completely filled with his big dick. She pulled back again, and spat into her hand, jacking his cock and balls smoothly and perfectly, while she recovered from having her whole body practically stuffed with dick. She sucked it again, and sucked it like she belonged to him, moaning her pleasure, stroking the lower part of the cock, gently bouncing and massaging his big, masculine balls, kissing, sucking, loving, moaning, sucking. The huge, demanding cock towered in front of her pretty face, which was now lightly smeared from wipe after wipe of drool, tears, sweat and drenched, messy makeup.
“I think I’m going to fuck a load into your mouth and go to bed, girl. Whaddaya think?”
“Let’s do it, baby. I want to feel you blast that hot load into my mouth. If you have enough, maybe you can splash some of that jism into my face, too. But it’s all about you honey. Whatever you want to do.”
“Then let’s move you over to that footstool, darlin’. I think I can get better leverage on the most sensitive part of my cock in your mouth when you suck me sittin’ down, and I’m standing in front of you.”
“That sounds almost as sexy as doin’ it, Michael, and if you said it three times, I’d bet I’d lose my load, just hearing you say it.”They stood up, and he cupped Carole’s skirty little ass in his hands, and kissed her hungrily. Her hands dropped to her sides helplessly as he sucked, tongued and consumed her mouth. He held her arms as she teetered.
“Careful, baby girl. I need my dick sucked.” He positioned her on the ottoman and admired her. There she was, looking a little used, hair a little messy, face a little smeared, but definitely cuter than fuckin’ hell and none the worse for the wear. She sat upright, curving her back in a little stretch, smoothing the sexy, lacy red teddy down the one side of her body, as she rain a finger through the platinum blond hair, the room’s soft light sparkling in the sexy iridescent purplish-pink streaks scattered though the style. Her slim legs looked fabulous in her sheer, shiny black stockings, and she’d slid the heels back on, just for effect. She reached under the satin skirt, found her dick and started softly jacking herself underneath the sexy feminine cover.
“You’re just so fucking beautiful, Carole. I mean that. You’re just plain drop-dead gorgeous. I am head over heels in love with you honey, I cannot tell a lie.”
“I love you too, baby. You’re the sexiest, hottest, most gorgeous man I’ve ever met. I can’t even begin to tell you how lucky I am. Nobody even remotely compares.”He stroked his cock. “I want you to suck me to completion, girl. I want you to suck my dick like you’re proving your love. I mean it, Carole. I want your best.”
He softly pushed his cock past her lips, and she took it into her mouth. It was so fucking hard, and she was so glad to have it back between her lips again. She moved her whole head back and forth, her sexy, long blond hair swaying prettily with the motion. She massaged his big balls, and turned to kiss and lick the underside of his cock, taking a ball in her mouth, jacking his big dick with a free hand. He stroked the side of her pretty little head. “Suck me, Carole. I want to jack my load right straight into you. Stroke my cock, sissy. Yeah, suck my balls.”
She licked the big sack, and nibbled and stroked the gigantic dick, kissing and tongue-ing its wonderfully sensitive underside. She repositioned, and sucked the huge shaft with wild girlish abandon. “Suck my cock, girl. Suck me good, yeah, blow me, you little sissy.”
Carole worked her own clit-dick with a free hand, which was building toward climax as she sucked Michael’s huge cock, up and down, sucking, moaning, sucking, moaning. “I love it when you moan like a little sissy girl while I fuck that cute mouth of yours,” Michael moaned. “Ooooh, God, Carole, I’m gonna cum, swallow my load girl, and lemme jack a squirt into your face,” he said breathlessly, as Carole worked her own dick into a fever pitch, passing the glorious point of no return right as Michael gripped her head and fucked wad after wad of hot man juice into her mouth, Carole exploding, as they both shuddered into each other, Michael pulling out, splashing a mighty squirt right between Carole’s eyes. He leaned down into her, and hugged her shoulders, his head side-by-side with hers, while they rocked back and forth there in the fading rhythm of their wonderful, shared, white-hot experience together.
“That was so fucking good, Carole. I mean it. Thanks, lover girl.”
”I’ve never had better, hotter sex in my life, Michael. I’m SO,SO, SO! glad you found me again!”Very soon they collapsed in a spent, tangled heap together in Michael’s huge king bed. They slept the sleep of the two happiest, most contented people in this crazy world, and woke up, almost at the same moment, smiling into each other’s faces.
“Thanks, Michael. You’re beautiful. I’m sure you’ve heard that more than once, because, well, look at you, for crying out loud. But I’m so glad to be able to say it myself, after making love to you.”
“Thank you, Carole. And I’m the lucky one. I have a red hot lover, and a cool guy friend, too, all in the one same person. I’m sure we’ll have a wonderful time together, and with a little luck, you knows, maybe we’ll… OK, I’m not gonna rush things. Let’s just let this ballin’ ball ball, OK, baby?”
“You have yourself a deal, there, good-lookin’. Now, tell me, how is it you wake up a sleepy-headed little girlfriend, again?”
“Well, Carole, I kiss her, and see what happens from there.”
“OK, Michael, then go ahead and scoot over here, and let’s see how that works for ya.” He kissed her longingly and sweetly, and the birds sang a happy tune, as Garcia hopped up on the foot of the bed, and sighed.
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