My first time as a Femboy CD pt 2

“You can clean it with your mouth. You know you want to taste your ass on my cock like a dirty nasty whore. Now get back over here or I will hurt you.”

I did as he said. I sucked him again for a while and then he had me get on top of him as he fucked my ass and before he came inside me once more he let me jerk off while he fucked me and I sprayed my cum over his chest and of course he made me clean it up. David fucked me three more times that night. Once doggie style and again on top of me. I like that the best because it made me feel so much like a girl. After he left I fell asleep still wearing my wig, panties, corset, and thigh high stockings and my ass full of his cum.

I was his girlfriend and over the next two months we fucked as much as we could and always I was dressed completely as a girl for him and I played the part very well. He never let me touch him sexually in anyway unless I was dressed for him and when I was a “boy” at school or around friends with him he treated me like he always did, as his best friend; but alone when dressed and as his girlfriend he treated me like his sissy slut and I loved it.

I figured out three things in that time. One, I was gay. There was not denying it anymore. I would look at boys in the locker room at school and think of which I would like to be a girlfriend for. I really liked the masculine jocks the best. Girls I admired for their body and for being so feminine but there was not attraction to them. The second thing was I was in love with David. I don’t think, no I knew, he did not feel the same way and I was just an outlet for his teenage boy lusts and that was okay with me as long as I had him; but I was in love with him. And the third thing was I would do anything he asked me to do regardless of how humiliating it was for me I did it. He could be cruel at times and hurt me sometimes. Not like beating me or anything but he loved to hurt my nipples and a few times he spanked me with a leather belt as what he referred to as “punishment” for when I would refuse to do something for him. I was okay with that also. Yeah it hurt but it turned me on as well. Not the pain but the control he asserted over me.