It was cold and rainy. A perfect evening for Halloween. G shivered with anticipation as he stared into the darkening sky. Halloween was his favorite holiday mostly because he could openly cross dress and strut his stuff. He had his complete outfit ready, now he was just waiting for the cover of darkness. Once the sky turned, the trick-or-treaters roamed and the fun began. Tonight he was going to walk around and show off.
G hadn't proclaimed his fetish for dressing in feminine attire, having been ridiculed at an early age for that very same thing. The teasing had stuck with him, not allowing him to completely enjoy himself in the very role he so needed. It wasn't until G met Mistress Kimmie that he began to experiment and act out. His Mistress not only gave her complete approval, she bought him beautiful garments and insisted that he wear them in her presence. G had only dreamed about sporting such finery before Mistress Kimmie found him. The connection that they shared was way beyond the comprehension of either of them, almost a fate allotted to the two of them personally.
Ah, finally, the cover of darkness began to loom over the city. G looked lovingly at the clothes he was waiting to don. He picked up his silky red panties, they had black lace around the legs and waist, and an open slit in the back. G rubbed the delicate material against his cheek, closing his eyes as he inhaled the scent, stroking his face with the finery. Reluctantly he put the panties down and picked up his padded black bra, oh so delicate and beautiful. It had 3 small hooks in the front and red lace around all the edges. Again G stroked his face with the garment, inhaling as he breathed deeply.
He knew Mistress took care to provide him with the very best, giving him great pleasure. G laid the bra on top of the panties. Next picking up his sheer seamed stockings. He knew to be very careful with the stockings, not wanting to get a run in them before even putting them on.
G closed his eyes and pictured himself dressed in the silky panties, bra, and stockings, transformed into Candy. He smiled as he hugged himself, longingly caressing his arms. G shivered in anticipation, eying his red stiletto heels next to his bed. Oh what fun he would have, what pleasure he would give. He wanted to please his Mistress as he knew she would reward him handsomely. G felt his ass pussy quivering as he again pictured himself dressed as Candy, wandering about, following Mistress and doing her bidding. He was completely submissive to his Mistress.
G stripped and stepped into the shower, wanting to take his time getting ready for tonight. He needed to please his Mistress, wanting her to be proud of him. He felt the warm water beat down on his naked back as he prepared the bag and hose that he would use to cleanse himself for tonight's adventure. G knew Mistress would inspect every inch of him, even fisting him, if necessary, to ensure that he had properly prepared for whatever it was she desired. He had never been a disappointment to her yet, and he wasn't planning to start tonight.
G's hard cock stood ramrod straight as he pumped the hose in his fist, lubing it up with liquid soap. He closed his eyes as he imagined himself being taken as Candy tonight. His balls tightened and he sighed in pleasure as he pushed the hose in his pussy, luxuriating in the feel of the warm thick tube in his tight hole. Once he had it in about 6 inches, G released the clamp, letting the warm soapy water run into his pussy. He almost fell to his knees in weakness as the fluids infused into him. Ah, the warmness along with the thickness pleased him.
G knew better than to allow himself to cum. Mistress denied him that, only allowing it as she dictated. He felt his balls swell and his cock expand until he thought he was going to faint. He felt so full, so on edge. He removed the hose slowly when the bag was empty, missing the thickness and pressure that had been there. The warm soapy water was slowly leaking out of his pussy, G tried to clamp his hole shut to hold in as much as he could knowing he needed to allow the fluids to cleanse him.
G got on his hands and knees, rocking back and forth in the shower, doing his best to retain the fluids, clenching his buttocks tight. He stilled as he heard the bathroom door open, not knowing that someone was there.
He jumped as the shower door opened and Mistress stood there, naked as he. She didn't say anything, just stood over him and pulled his chin up. He was still clenching tightly, trying not to relax and expel. His stomach started cramping and he grimaced as Mistress Kimmie straddled him and let loose with a stream of nectar on his face. He eagerly drank it all up and lapped at her pussy as the warm shower water continued flowing over them both. Mistress lowered herself further onto his upturned face forcing him to inhale her heady fragrance. He used his tongue to swirl around and delve into her hot moist pussy. She moaned as he continued. The harder he tongued the more she moaned, the more she moaned the more turned on G became.
