Cock Dominated In a Motel
A bit over ten years ago I was surfing the internet and found a message sent to me on adult friend finder from a man who lived in Scranton, Pennsylvania. He said that he was going to be doing some work in New Castle, PA and would be staying in a motel not too far from me, and wondered if I'd be interested in getting together with him. Since it is my policy to always respond to all emails on adult dating sites, even the rude ones, I replied, and we struck up a correspondence. We exchanged a few photos, and tentatively made plans to meet at his motel.
The night that we had scheduled was brutally hot, probably about 90 degrees during the daytime, and it was still hot and humid when I set out, around nine o' clock. It was too hot to wear hose of any kind, and so I wore a peasant blouse with a scooped neck, a flouncy full skirt, skimpy thongs, and a pair of ladies Teva sandals, and a shorter wig which came just to my shoulders. It is about a twenty-five minute drive to the motel where the fellow was staying, Marc is his name, and I found out that driving with the air conditoning off, and the air vents directed at the feet provided a marvelously erotic flow of air around my bare legs and almost bare crotch. By the time I arrived at the motel I was already feeling pretty steamy.
Marc looked like his photos, about six foot tall, fiftyish and stocky, with a hard, round Budweiser Belly, and more hair on his chest than on top of his head. He had asked earlier what I liked to drink, and had purchased one of the low-priced Merlot or Pinot Noir that I had suggested, and I had a glass of that while he drank a beer. We sat on the motel room standard couch and chatted a bit, he told me about his work and why he was on assignment in western Pennsylvania, and I talked about my experiences as a sexually active crossdresser. Every guy who has ever fucked me has always been fascinated by how I "wound up this way." He said that back in Scranton he had been in a relationship with a trans girl, but that he'd broken up with her, and hadn't been with a trans for over a year, and he talked about why he was attracted to us.
After a while, Marc put his arm around me and pulled me towards him, and I responded affirmatively. He was a nice guy, and I thought that having sex with him would be fun. We French kissed for a while, really about the only so-so part of the experience is that he had been to an Italian restaurant with which I was familiar for dinner that evening, and his breath had a strong flavor of garlic. I had been feeling his cock through his underwear, and asked him to get out of his clothes, and while he was pulling down his trousers (or shorts, I cannot remember), I slid out of my skirt, pulled my thongs down, and pulled my blouse over my head.
He had sent me cock pix over the internet, but his penis was more impressive up close, not super long at probably right around 6 1/2 or 7 inches, but quite thick and veiny, and obviously pulsing with blood. He remained seated in the couch I licked the shaft bottom to top, starting at his scrotum, several times before settling down to suck on his balls. I like to get my partner's entire scrotum in my mouth and roll it around with my tongue, and I take it as a gesture of control on my part and trust on his part, as well as a submission by me. After I had sucked on his cock and balls for about ten minutes, and it was a wonderful experience for me as his cock remained stiff and firm as a teen-ager's for the entire time, he stood up, took me by the hand, and led me over to the bed. I still had on my bra and breast forms, and he asked if I would be okay with removing them, and I did, so I was completely naked. He told me that he wanted to start with me on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed so he could fuck me while he was standing, and I let him arrange my hips and pussy as he wanted. I was, in fact, ready, ready, ready for his cock by that time.
I put a lubricated condom over his cock, while giving it a last few affectionate licks, and said he needed to get my tube of KY from my purse. I had put a large dab of KY Jelly inside myself when I had left my home, but that had been over an hour earlier, and I knew I would be dry. He asked if I liked Astro Lube, which I'd never used, but I knew it was highly recommended, and so I told him it was fine by me. He oiled me up thoroughly with his hand, and remarked that he was happy that he could get two fingers inside me so easily, and wouldn't be too tight for him. I heard him set the lube on the bedside table, felt his cock positioned at my opening for a second, and then felt him push in firmly but not too fast. I squirted a bit of pre-cum just from that penetration. I didn't know what was in store at the time, but that was just a hint of the reactions he would elicit from me that evening!
Marc buried himself, balls deep, on the 3rd or 4th thrust, and then stayed deep, and ground up against me without moving his hips back and forth for a while, and then started to fuck me fairly slowly with long strokes, and occasionally when he pushed I whimpered "Oooh! Oooh!" I'm not sure if it was my moans, or his style of fucking, but he upped the tempo and was really hammering me fast, and pretty soon it was one long whimper from me, as I was totally used by the man.
He fucked me for several minutes in that position, and then collapsed a bit on top of me, and I wondered if he had cum, but within seconds he had pushed me down on the bed, turned me over, grabbed my ankles in his hands, and was back inside me. My knees were pushed back into my armpits, and I was rolled back onto my shoulders and neck so that my pussy was pointing almost straight up, and I could feel all his weight as he ploughed me, with the same fast tempo and powerful strokes, again and again, and again I whimpered and moaned, and I could feel my insides coiling up, while precum was dripping out of me and onto my face. He fucked me for several minutes in that position, and then switched around so that my face was down and my ass was up, and he kneeled behind me and fucked me for another several minutes.
At this point in time, I really lost control, and cannot give an accurate description of the next ten or twelve minutes, except to say that eventually I was down on my face, totally spread-eagled, while his full body weight of probably 230-240 pounds was on top of me. That's when I had my first Sissygasm, and it was absolutely incredible! I sort of remember twisting, moaning, screaming, and bucking against his weight, and having the most totally intense orgasm of my life. In the meantime, Marc continued to fuck me like a jack-hammer, and after I had cum I thought that I was going to defecate because my entire insides were churning.
I don't have any idea how many minutes he continued to fuck me, but he pulled out, took off the condom, asked me if he could cum on my face, and when I murmured yes, he rolled me over and shot two or three big, ropey white spurts into my face, and I did my best to lick it up with my tongue and fingers and swallow.
Marc laid down next to me, and told me that I was so hot, and a beautiful fuck, and that I had made his entire trip worthwhile, and naturally, a gurl loves to hear that. When I looked over his shoulder I saw the motel's bedside clock, and realized that he had fucked me for the better part of forty minutes! I told him that I wanted to patent his cock and his staying power.
I stayed around long enough to get my composure back, and we finished the bottle of Merlot, and I drove home with what was probably the worst "walk of shame" look that any trans woman ever had. If ever I had been questioning my choices about exploring my feminine side sexually, those questions disappeared in that motel room. I don't mean to be trite and silly like the "Sissy Hypno" videos, but that night the masculinity had been fucked out of me, and I had been totally submissive and dominated by cock. I knew completely and utterly that I had been used by that man as an object of lust and sexual pleasure, that I had enjoyed it, and that I would want that feeling for the rest of my life.
We hooked up a couple of more times when he was in western Pennsylvania on business, including at a four-star hotel in downtown Pittsburgh, but he was promoted in his job and wasn't required to travel anymore, and although I did drive out to Scranton once, we just drifted apart.
The night that we had scheduled was brutally hot, probably about 90 degrees during the daytime, and it was still hot and humid when I set out, around nine o' clock. It was too hot to wear hose of any kind, and so I wore a peasant blouse with a scooped neck, a flouncy full skirt, skimpy thongs, and a pair of ladies Teva sandals, and a shorter wig which came just to my shoulders. It is about a twenty-five minute drive to the motel where the fellow was staying, Marc is his name, and I found out that driving with the air conditoning off, and the air vents directed at the feet provided a marvelously erotic flow of air around my bare legs and almost bare crotch. By the time I arrived at the motel I was already feeling pretty steamy.
Marc looked like his photos, about six foot tall, fiftyish and stocky, with a hard, round Budweiser Belly, and more hair on his chest than on top of his head. He had asked earlier what I liked to drink, and had purchased one of the low-priced Merlot or Pinot Noir that I had suggested, and I had a glass of that while he drank a beer. We sat on the motel room standard couch and chatted a bit, he told me about his work and why he was on assignment in western Pennsylvania, and I talked about my experiences as a sexually active crossdresser. Every guy who has ever fucked me has always been fascinated by how I "wound up this way." He said that back in Scranton he had been in a relationship with a trans girl, but that he'd broken up with her, and hadn't been with a trans for over a year, and he talked about why he was attracted to us.
After a while, Marc put his arm around me and pulled me towards him, and I responded affirmatively. He was a nice guy, and I thought that having sex with him would be fun. We French kissed for a while, really about the only so-so part of the experience is that he had been to an Italian restaurant with which I was familiar for dinner that evening, and his breath had a strong flavor of garlic. I had been feeling his cock through his underwear, and asked him to get out of his clothes, and while he was pulling down his trousers (or shorts, I cannot remember), I slid out of my skirt, pulled my thongs down, and pulled my blouse over my head.
He had sent me cock pix over the internet, but his penis was more impressive up close, not super long at probably right around 6 1/2 or 7 inches, but quite thick and veiny, and obviously pulsing with blood. He remained seated in the couch I licked the shaft bottom to top, starting at his scrotum, several times before settling down to suck on his balls. I like to get my partner's entire scrotum in my mouth and roll it around with my tongue, and I take it as a gesture of control on my part and trust on his part, as well as a submission by me. After I had sucked on his cock and balls for about ten minutes, and it was a wonderful experience for me as his cock remained stiff and firm as a teen-ager's for the entire time, he stood up, took me by the hand, and led me over to the bed. I still had on my bra and breast forms, and he asked if I would be okay with removing them, and I did, so I was completely naked. He told me that he wanted to start with me on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed so he could fuck me while he was standing, and I let him arrange my hips and pussy as he wanted. I was, in fact, ready, ready, ready for his cock by that time.
I put a lubricated condom over his cock, while giving it a last few affectionate licks, and said he needed to get my tube of KY from my purse. I had put a large dab of KY Jelly inside myself when I had left my home, but that had been over an hour earlier, and I knew I would be dry. He asked if I liked Astro Lube, which I'd never used, but I knew it was highly recommended, and so I told him it was fine by me. He oiled me up thoroughly with his hand, and remarked that he was happy that he could get two fingers inside me so easily, and wouldn't be too tight for him. I heard him set the lube on the bedside table, felt his cock positioned at my opening for a second, and then felt him push in firmly but not too fast. I squirted a bit of pre-cum just from that penetration. I didn't know what was in store at the time, but that was just a hint of the reactions he would elicit from me that evening!
Marc buried himself, balls deep, on the 3rd or 4th thrust, and then stayed deep, and ground up against me without moving his hips back and forth for a while, and then started to fuck me fairly slowly with long strokes, and occasionally when he pushed I whimpered "Oooh! Oooh!" I'm not sure if it was my moans, or his style of fucking, but he upped the tempo and was really hammering me fast, and pretty soon it was one long whimper from me, as I was totally used by the man.
He fucked me for several minutes in that position, and then collapsed a bit on top of me, and I wondered if he had cum, but within seconds he had pushed me down on the bed, turned me over, grabbed my ankles in his hands, and was back inside me. My knees were pushed back into my armpits, and I was rolled back onto my shoulders and neck so that my pussy was pointing almost straight up, and I could feel all his weight as he ploughed me, with the same fast tempo and powerful strokes, again and again, and again I whimpered and moaned, and I could feel my insides coiling up, while precum was dripping out of me and onto my face. He fucked me for several minutes in that position, and then switched around so that my face was down and my ass was up, and he kneeled behind me and fucked me for another several minutes.
At this point in time, I really lost control, and cannot give an accurate description of the next ten or twelve minutes, except to say that eventually I was down on my face, totally spread-eagled, while his full body weight of probably 230-240 pounds was on top of me. That's when I had my first Sissygasm, and it was absolutely incredible! I sort of remember twisting, moaning, screaming, and bucking against his weight, and having the most totally intense orgasm of my life. In the meantime, Marc continued to fuck me like a jack-hammer, and after I had cum I thought that I was going to defecate because my entire insides were churning.
I don't have any idea how many minutes he continued to fuck me, but he pulled out, took off the condom, asked me if he could cum on my face, and when I murmured yes, he rolled me over and shot two or three big, ropey white spurts into my face, and I did my best to lick it up with my tongue and fingers and swallow.
Marc laid down next to me, and told me that I was so hot, and a beautiful fuck, and that I had made his entire trip worthwhile, and naturally, a gurl loves to hear that. When I looked over his shoulder I saw the motel's bedside clock, and realized that he had fucked me for the better part of forty minutes! I told him that I wanted to patent his cock and his staying power.
I stayed around long enough to get my composure back, and we finished the bottle of Merlot, and I drove home with what was probably the worst "walk of shame" look that any trans woman ever had. If ever I had been questioning my choices about exploring my feminine side sexually, those questions disappeared in that motel room. I don't mean to be trite and silly like the "Sissy Hypno" videos, but that night the masculinity had been fucked out of me, and I had been totally submissive and dominated by cock. I knew completely and utterly that I had been used by that man as an object of lust and sexual pleasure, that I had enjoyed it, and that I would want that feeling for the rest of my life.
We hooked up a couple of more times when he was in western Pennsylvania on business, including at a four-star hotel in downtown Pittsburgh, but he was promoted in his job and wasn't required to travel anymore, and although I did drive out to Scranton once, we just drifted apart.
7 years ago
