I'm 21 years old and I attend college but I still live at home for financial reasons. I've always been fem and young-looking for my age. I like to cross dress, but I don't usually dress fem in public. I've just found that it can be difficult for some straight folks to take a young male who likes to be a sissy slut. So you can imagine my surprise when I was riding my bike past a neighbor's house and an attractive older man on the porch waved me over with a smile. He looked to be in his forties. I don't know why I responded. Maybe it was his smile or the fact that I've always lusted after older men, but I rode my bike up his walkway to his porch.
"Hello, son," he said. "I've seen you around the neighborhood. How old are you?"
"Twenty-one," I said softly.
"You always ride a girl's bike?" He smiled at me.
I hadn't realized it at the time, but I'd jumped on my sister's bike. It was almost exactly like my own, except for the fact that... "Yes, sir. I ride a girl's bike," I said outright. Why was I lying?
"And those little shoes and tight jeans. You dress like a girl, don't you?"
"I felt the blood rush to my face as I said, "Yes, sir."
"Are you a sissy?" he asked, still smiling.
I blushed. "Yes, sir. I guess I am," I said for the first time ever. My little cock throbbed in the panties I was wearing under my jeans.
"Good," said the man. "Then say it out loud for me. Tell me what you are."
Oh god. "I'm a sweet sissy."
"Say it louder, son. I want to hear it."
I cleared my throat. "I'm a sweet sissy!" I said proudly.
"Good girl. I love sissies. They make good fucktoys."
I nearly fell down when I heard him say that word. Fucktoy. I so wanted to be a real man's fucktoy. I dreamed of such things. I nearly came in my panties just hearing him say that.
"You like being a sissy, don't you sweetie?" he asked.
I nodded. "Yes sir. I do."
"My name's Ted, but you can call me Daddy."
I nodded. "Yes sir, Daddy." It made my little cock so hard to say it out loud and I knew that Ted noticed.
"Turn around and let me look at you," he said as he stepped down off his porch. I could see his muscled arms flexing in his tight tee shirt. He was a hairy man with a bit of a belly, but very sexy. I felt dizzy just thinking about what might happen next. Would my slut fantasies finally come true?
"Did you hear me? Turn. Around. Show me your sissy body."
"Oh, yes sir. Sorry." I ditched my bike and stood in Ted's front yard, turning in place so he could decide if I was fuckable or not. I was so fucking horny.
"Mmmmm. Nice little ass, honey."
I love "honey" better than "son".
"You'd better come inside." And with that, Ted turned and marched inside his house. I stood there, torn about what to do next. I was of age. I could have sex with anyone legally, but should I let this man fuck me? He obviously wanted me and that turned me on, but...
"Get your ass in the house, sweetie, or get the fuck off my property," shouted Ted.
"Yes, Daddy!" I cried as I grabbed my hard cock through my jeans and ran inside.
It was cool and dark inside the house. Ted motioned me over as he sat on the couch with a beer in his hand. "Undress for me," he said as if he was ordering lunch.
"What? Here?" I stammered.
"Sure. Why not?" He picked up a small remote and some thumping electronica started. "Maybe that'll help," he added.
It actually did. I started dancing a bit, watching Ted's eyes devour my body. I loved how much he wanted me. I loved how much he needed to fuck me. I knew at that moment that I was going to lose my anal virginity that day. I felt my asspussy pucker in anticipation as I bent over to show Ted my ass.
"Good," said Ted as he rubbed his boner in his pants. It looked big but not too big. If it had been a porn boner, I don't know that I could have taken it in my asscunt. "Remove your shoes and socks. Slowly."
I licked my lips and slowly untied my converse and removed them. Then the socks came off.
"Come sit on the coffee table" commanded Ted.
I did as I was told and he lifted my soft little feet to his face and began licking them. He sucked each toe and licked every inch before reaching for my belt. He unfastened my jeans and unzipped them then he slowly peeled them off my body. I sat on this man's coffee table in my little white panties and a tight t-shirt, breathing so hard I thought I might pass out.
Ted smiled. and leaned over to kiss me. His rough face abraded my soft cheeks as opened my mouth and sucked in his long, girthy tongue. He ran his huge hands up and down my legs, feeling how smooth I was. He cupped my ass and pulled me toward him.
"You're a delicious little sissy slut for sure. Have you ever seen a real man's cock?"
"No, daddy."
This seemed to make him even harder. "Oooooo. What's your girl name?"
"What's that, daddy?"
"When you come to my house, you will always be a sissy girl, and sissy girls have special sissy names. I know you've thought about it. What's yours?"
I blushed. It was my deepest secret that I wanted to be a girl named Lauren. If I were a porn star, I'd call myself Lauren Lust, but I had a hard time telling this man my desire. I'd hardly even admitted it to myself.