Lets Watch Some Porn Pt 02

So, from Part 1 my mature friend convinced me, a 28-year-old man, to wear panties and show him a side of me I did not know I had. He had just coerced me into giving him my first blowjob. He was streaming his 1980's camcorder to the TV so we could see the entire event transpire on screen. As I was finishing, out of the corner of my eye, I saw myself on the TV, on my knees. A sissy in panties, her lips held firmly on her man's cock. Worshipping his manhood. Draining the last of his seed into her wanton mouth.

I was embarrassed and ashamed as I held his softening cock in my mouth. I did not want to look at him. Partly from the shame, but also because I could not tear my eyes away from the screen. Slowly, the sissy on the screen overpowered the shame and I suckled and licked his turgid cock until he had enough.

Jim put his hand on my head as he pulled his cock from my mouth with a pop. I swallowed the remnants of his orgasm and stared at his dangling meat as he lowered himself on the small couch. As he sat, I shifted my gaze to the floor. I was so embarrassed about what I had just done. But I was also rock hard in my panties.

"Come over here next to me," he said as he motioned by patting the cushion next to him.

I remained frozen on my knees, staring at the floor. I did not want to look at him or acknowledge in any way what I had just done.

"Don't be shy babe," Jim said. "Remember how this started. You enjoyed posing for the camera in your panties. Just like those tight hot babes in the porno. You even told me you liked wearing panties. Do you remember how hot you looked? How good it felt to be a sissy for me and the camera?"

I did not make a sound.

After what seemed like days, Jim Continued. "Maybe you need a sissy name. Maybe you need to forget your other self and let that sissy be free. How about Darlene? Do you like that name? Do you remember now Darlene, how hot you were? Do you remember telling me you wanted to be my sissy and suck my cock? Posing for the camera on all fours with your tight pantied ass in the air? Kissing my cock for the first time?"

More silence. Tension, shame, humiliation, even my hard cock had retreated like a turtle in my panties.

"Darlene," Jim continued, "you're going to have to answer. Do you remember how hot you felt?"

Knowing this wasn't going to end without a response, I slowly nodded my head.

"What does that mean sweety?" Jim asked. "Use your words for me babe. Do you remember how you felt? How good it felt to be in panties and free?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Yes what." He asked, "Yes it felt good to be in panties and free?" Again, he asked, "Tell me what 'yes' means."

"Yes," I whispered again, "it felt good to be in panties...and free."

"You liked it, didn't you, pleasing me?"

"Yes," I said.

"Again, tell me what 'yes' means," he said. "Did you like pleasing me? Kissing my cock?"

For some reason, I had to respond. "Yes, I liked pleasing you ... and kissing your cock."

"And sucking it and licking my balls?" He asked inquisitively then continued. "Just like a little sissy slut. And no one knows but you and me. Here you are, still tasting my cum in your mouth, remembering how good you felt sucking my cock and licking my balls."

He asked again, "Tell me, do you remember?"

As I knelt, I really did start to remember the feelings. I could certainly still taste him in my mouth. I looked at my pantied covered crotch. Felt my own cock coming back to life.

"Yes," I said, "I remember sucking it and licking your balls."

"And you liked it, didn't you?" he replied.

"Yes, I liked it." I reluctantly admitted.

He patted the seat next to him again. "Slide onto the seat," he said, "You can put your head on my lap, and we'll watch more TV."

Slowly, I knee-walked the few feet to the couch and slid onto the seat face down. As I was moving on, Jim caressed the back of my head and guided it to his mid-thigh. I was to his right side, and I avoided looking at his privates and kept my eyes and head looking out toward the TV. As my left cheek touched his thigh, it felt so awkward. At least I could avoid eye contact with him in this position.

He kept his hand resting gently on my head, tousling my hair as we watched ourselves on the screen. As I took in the image, I realized my right hand was resting on his knee. I hadn't even realized I had put it there. But now that I saw it, I couldn't help but feel it. My hand on a man's knee. And I began to feel it all. His thigh pressed against my face. Fingers in my hair. His smell, his heat. His fingers again, more actively caressing my head.

I could sense it. His need was starting to return. I knew what he was going to want. I knew what he would do.

My heart rate quickened. My breathing the same. I was aware that my hot breath was now obvious to him on his thigh. His right hand slid out of my hair and down over my back while his left hand quickly took its place on my head. I did not move as he slid his hand down my spine to the top of my panties then back to my neck. Up and down, each time doing something different when he reached the panty boundary.

He would trace his fingers parallel with the band, sometimes on my skin and sometimes on the silky material and sometimes, he would do it with his fingertips just under the elastic. At times, he seemed dangerously close to the top of my crack.

My own cock was rock hard, encased in panties and pressed between me and the sofa cushion. After several minutes of his rhythmic touch, I began to press my cock harder into the cushion as he stimulated my panty line. Each time he would reach the boundary, I'd ever so lightly press down with my hips.

Jim broke the silence. "I hope you meant it when you said you liked being a sissy. This feels nice, doesn't it?

I hesitated briefly, but then answered, "yes."

"Yes what?" He asked. "This feels nice or you liked being a sissy."

"This feel nice," I said.

After a long pause, Jim came back with an exaggerated "And.....?" As his fingers paused, under my panty band, just barely touching the top of my crack.

It was excruciating. I was so stimulated. My hand on his knee, face pressed to his thigh. In panties with his hand caressing me.

I let it out. "Being a sissy."

"Being a sissy what?" he asked. "You like being a sissy?"

"Yes." I said. "I like being a sissy."

With that admission, Jim took his right hand from my back and firmly palmed my right ass cheek. His pinky finger embarrassingly wedged in my crack. At the same time, his left hand palmed the top of my head. Instantly, I knew what he intended to do with my head.

There was no way he could force me to turn my head with just one hand. But when I felt the pressure from his fingers, I did what we both wanted when I turned my head to suck him again.

When I turned to face his crotch, I was not surprised to see Jim rock hard again.

Jim looked down at me and told me, "Show me Darlene, show me how much you like being my sissy."

The embarrassment and shame were gone. They had been replaced with lust and need. I pressed my hips into the sofa again as I moved in and took him into my mouth. This time, I took him without reservation. I wanted to suck him. I wanted to be a sissy. I began to feel his hand on my ass, and I wanted to be in those panties. I wanted his pinky touching me there. I wanted it all, and as the thought came to me, I moaned. Lustfully and audibly, I moaned with his hot meat filling my mouth.

"That's it sissy, enjoy." He encouraged, as he continued working his hand over my right ass cheek.

"Get on your knees and put your pantied ass in the air for me." He directed.

I did as I was told and had much better access to his cock. With the shift, Jim was also able to open his legs wider and pushed my mouth to his balls. The top of my head was on the sofa with his balls in my mouth, while his right hand shifted to my other ass cheek. Now, his four finger tips were sandwiching into my ass crack as he kneaded my butt.

I was in heat, and I needed it. I needed it all. I needed him fondling me. I needed my face on his cock. I needed to be a wanton sissy, milking cum from her man.

It raced through my mind. "OMG, did I just think that? Did I just refer to myself as her?"

The realization made me hotter. With my head still upside down, I licked his shaft from his head to his balls. I sucked them into my mouth one last time, then slobbered my way back to his cock head and engulfed his entire shaft once more. I tightened my lips around his shaft and pumped and sucked. Jim put both hands on my head and began to piston in and out of my mouth with impending need. With a roar, Jim let loose and again, pumping his hot wet cum into my waiting mouth.

It seemed different this time. More comfortable. I swallowed it without hesitation with his cock still in my mouth. I knew he wouldn't want me sucking him to much longer, so I sucked and bobbed my head and milked as much from him as I could before he pulled my head away.

Still not entirely comfortable with looking at him, I was happy to keep my head in his groin. He was happy to let me lav and suck his balls as he returned his right hand to my ass and spoke.

"That was so good Darlene." He said to me. "I can tell you really do like being my sissy girl. I'm sure you can tell that I like it too. I know you like when I touch you in your panties too. Why don't you stand up for me and let me give you something special."

Jim gently nudged me from his balls and guided me to stand facing away from him toward the camera and TV screen.

We were still broadcasting this to TV. "Lucky for me we aren't recording," I thought.

Jim had his hands on my hips and positioned me directly in front of himself. I saw on screen as he reached for a jar of white cream he had on the stand next to him.

He took the lid from the jar and took a generous handful of the white cream and rubbed it on both hands. I felt and saw him begin to wrap both hands around my right knee. As he began rubbing the soft, cool cream up my thigh, he said, "This is ladies skin cream, it will help your skin stay soft and make you smell more like a woman."

He continued, "I suppose you know you're spending the night with me. You can lay in bed with me and keep being my sissy until morning."

His hands continued to rub the cream on both my legs, leaving a thick coating on both. From my ankles to the bottom of my panties. His hands left me as he reached for the jar for another heaping handful of the cream.

"This may be a little uncomfortable," he said as he reached around me and slid his cream laden hands into the leg holes of my panties. He smeared the cream all over my balls and pubic hair. I was aching for him to touch my throbbing cock, but he was careful not to.

"I just want you to smell good for me," he said as he continued avoiding my cock. It wouldn't be polite of me to touch your clitty on our first date.

When he finished in my panties, he got more cream and stood to rub it on my belly and chest. He pulled me to his naked body as his hands kneaded my breasts and pinched my nipples. He even rubbed up and down and under my arms. Leaving me with pasty white cream all over my body.

"Wouldn't it be so erotic if we could make these bigger?" He asked, returning his hands to my breasts.

Giving my torso one more slathering for good measure, Jim told me to wait while he washed his hands. I watched him as he walked to the bathroom. I really hadn't had a view of him from the back since this whole thing started. I noticed he had a firm butt. Bright white where the sun hadn't reached him, like a pair of white shorts on his soft ass. I stood there thinking of that soft ass and looking at my pantied crotch on screen the entire time he was in the bathroom washing his hands. I realized it was probably 30 minutes since he had started rubbing the cream on me. And he was in the bathroom for quite some time. Just when I was starting to feel like I needed to sit, Jim came back out.

"OK Darlene, why don't you go in there and get cleaned up." He spoke. "Take a shower and wash all that cream off. And I'm sure you know that I want you to clean everywhere."

As I closed the door and stepped into the hot shower, I closed my eyes and let the hot water wash over me from my head down. I did not even realize or care that I was still wearing the panties. I just stood there, feeling the heat sooth me and washing away what I had done.

I don't know how long I had been in my trance when Jim startled me back to reality when I heard him open the bathroom door.

"How's my girl?" He asked as I heard him at the sink.

"Fine," I said as I took the bar of soap to wash.

As I washed my arms and chest, it felt so smooth. I looked at the bar of soap for a clue, it did smell feminine but wasn't anything special. I put my thumbs in my panties to push them to the ground. When I did, I looked down and was shocked. The panties were full of pubic hair! My skin was bare! My arms, legs especially my cock! I was truly naked.

I only had a few chest hairs to begin with, so there wasn't much to worry about there. But the rest of me! My legs, my crotch! I was never going to be able to explain this to my girlfriend. What a mess. What did I do? I pushed the panties off and stepped out of them.

"What the fuck," I whispered as I looked down at my smooth body and the mess that lay in the tub.

I heard Jim pull the shower curtain aside and turned to see him stick his head in to see.

"Oh baby, you look so fresh and hot. Don't forget to wash 'everywhere'." He said as he closed the curtain.

"I know you're probably having second thoughts now sissy." He said as he lingered in the bathroom. "But just remember how comfortable you felt sucking my cock on the couch. Letting me feel your pantied gurl pussy, and touching your soft feminine body."

Trapped in my steamy shower, his words did bring back the erotic part of what I had done. And when he referred to my soft feminine body, I could not help but think of what it would feel like when I was dry. But the reality was, I was done with this mess and I was going to dry off and leave. No way I'm spending the night.

"And don't think about leaving." Jim chirpped. "I put your clothes and keys in my car. You can have them back in the morning. Now get good and clean and finish up."

With that, I heard him walk out the bathroom door. I hung my head in despair. What had I gotten myself into? Eventually, I came to and started soaping and rinsing everywhere. It was such an erotic feeling to rub my soapy hands over my smooth soft genitals. Reluctantly, knowing I was going to have to face him sooner or later, I turned off the water and stepped from the shower.

I was surprised to see Jim had left two regular bath towels for me to dry. I also saw the new panties and camisole he had laid out for me. The set was white and lacy like my first pair of panties. As I dried, Jim conversed with me through the door.

"Does my sissy like her new clothes?" He asked. "Does it excite you knowing that you're hot body is going to make me hard? Your fresh, soft, smooth hot ass and smooth clitty."

As I rubbed and dried, I could not help but think about how sexy it would be. My hairless cock in my silk panties. I gave up on the idea that I would be leaving, and began to get hard as I slid the panties up my legs and over my cock. I really did look feminine except for the bulge in my panties. I stood dazing at myself in the mirror. The camisole was a little loose and gapped around my chest. It hung just above my now hairless navel. From the panty line to the bottom of my chest, I could have easily passed for one of the actors I had watched earlier that night.

I was brought out of my trance when Jim opened the bathroom door.

"Oh yeah Darlene," he said. Eyes wide. "You look so fucking tasty. Come out and get dressed, we're going to go get a little something to eat. I want you to keep up your strength."

I followed Jim out the bathroom door, eyes glued back to the floor. Jim stood at the foot of the bed, still naked with a semi-hard cock. He had clothes laid out on the bed. A button-down shirt and dress pants and a white spaghetti strap satin dress. He had me dress first, replacing the camisole with the dress. It was a light and satin, and barely made it to the tops of my thighs, covering no more than two or three inches. I am sure you could catch a glimpse of my panties if I bent in any direction. Because my panties were tight against my hard on, I could see in the mirror that I appeared to have a womanly mound, but not a cock.

He didn't give me time to object to my absurd outfit.

"You look like such a slut." He said as he pulled on his shirt," Get on your knees for me."

I did as he asked, and as I came eye level to his cock, I could not help but look directly at it.

"I'm going to let you have one more taste before we go downstairs." He said. "Go ahead and give me a few licks and kisses."

I did not hesitate. I think I had come to resign myself that I was going to be his for the night. And being on my knees in that room was much less embarrassing than parading around in the hotel bar in the outfit he dressed me in. I put my hands on his hips and leaned in and gave him a big wet kiss on his head. My tongue came out and ran up and down the slit on his tip. A few more kisses and I was full on sucking him for the third time that night. Again, I lost control and moaned as I pushed deeper onto him. My nose breathing in the musk in his pubic hair. Without warning, he pulled out of my mouth and handed me his pants.

"Let's get these on and get out of here for a while. You've turned into such a cock sissy, and I need a little time to recoup." He said, as he stepped into the pants I held open for him.

"Give it one last kiss before we put it away." He said, as his cock was poking through the zipper.

"Such a perfect sissy slut." He said, as I gave it on last tongue kiss and zipped him up.

Before we left, Jim stood me in front of the mirror and pulled a brunette wig from his bag. He fitted it on my head and fastened it with a few bobby pins.

"This will help you from being recognized." He said. "Just keep your head down in sissy shame and the hair should cover your face."

It was humiliating. Dressed in the slim cut dress and wig, there was no doubt that I was to be taken as a girl. I just hoped no one saw me as a boy dressing like a girl. My cock retreated like a turtle in embarrassment, and my womanly mound disappeared. For my feet, Jim handed me a pair of flat flimsy sandals with tacky gold strapping.

Jim took me by the hand and let me down the hall to the elevator and down to the hotel bar. Thankfully, the hallways were empty and there were only a few disinterested patrons in the lobby. The bar was a different story. As we approached the hostess station, Jim held my hand firm and told me to tell them I had a reservation for two at the bar for Darlene. Without looking up, I stood before this twenty something, tight, hot hostess and told her I had a reservation for Darlene. Me looking like a tall, flat chested girl.

"Um... sure," she said as she grabbed 2 menus. "Can I see your ID."

I was happy I didn't have it and I motioned with my arms at my attire and said, in the most feminine voice I could conjure, "I didn't bring it, I am 28 though."

If she hadn't picked up on the situation before, she did now.

"Oh, no problem." She said awkwardly, "follow me."

The place was full, with only 2 empty seats at the bar. One seat at the end of the bar and the other next to an older man with peppered grey hair in a ponytail and thick black glasses. I went to sit on the end stool, but Jim pulled out the stool next to the man inviting me to sit on his left.

"I insist," he said as he held the chair, blocking me from my desired spot.