Let's 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.

I slid up into the chair as gracefully as I could. I was trying to move with grace, and I also didn't want any body parts or panties flashing out the bottom of my dress. Once seated, Jim took the liberty of ordering my drink. "A cosmopolitan for the lady." He said.

It was obvious the man next to me had just found something more interesting than anything else in the bar.

"Frank," he said, as he held out his upturned hand to me.

I almost gave him a death grip shake, but seeing how he positioned his hand, realized I needed to give him a limp reception.

"Hi," I said, not offering my name.

Frank then put his left hand almost completely around me and leaned over to offer his right hand to Jim. He almost had me in an embrace. He shook Frank's hand and the two made no effort to avoid my personal space.

"I'm Jim," he said, "and this is Darlene. She's a little shy."

"Well, you certainly are a pretty young lady." Frank said. "I'm happy you came to join me."

"So this is what it feels like to be a woman." I thought, "men taking any chance they can to brush up against you and get your panties down. Mmmm, how erotic would that be. Some random man getting me alone and pulling my panties off for the first time."

The thought was my first, other than panic, since we left the room. I became aware of Jim's arm around my chair back, teasing my right shoulder and occasionally gliding a few fingers under the thin string of my dress into my smooth fresh underarm. Frank for his part was turned to his left as far as he dared to go without possibly prompting the ire of Jim. Frank's knee pressed to my lower thigh.

"So is Jim your father?" Frank asked, obviously probing for his opportunity and trying to start a conversation.

"No." I said.

"Oh, friends?" he asked.

"We're dating." Jim chimed in. "Been friends for a few years but just got serious today."

Jim leaned in to close the distance to Frank. "She loves cock." He said. "Can't leave it alone when were in the room."

I gasped and felt myself turn red as a tomato. Jim put his hand on my thigh and continued. "I always knew she was a slut deep down, but it took me three years to bring it out in her."

As Jim expected, Frank couldn't stop staring at the hand on my smooth thigh. Jim kept his hand on me and rubbed up and down my thigh. Teasing Frank by gliding it right to the edge of the hem of the dress, almost touching what should be the lips of my pussy. Lucky for me, the humiliation was keeping me soft and discrete in my panty hideaway. When my drink arrived, I downed it in almost one gulp.

"Take it easy baby, I don't want you running out of steam before the night gets started." Jim eased and motioned to the bar tender for another drink for me. "And I'll have the wings, and Darlene will have a small salad." He added.

The arrival of the food was a welcome break to the embarrassing chit chat and molestation of my thighs. Jim had become quite brazen and obvious with his touching and feeling and Frank was an appreciative observer. I downed my third cosmo as I finished my salad. Being aware that I was a lady and should eat with more grace.

As the plates were cleared, Jim stood to announce his need for the men's room.

"Keep your hands to yourself." He said to me as he strode away. Certainly intending or Frank to hear.

Frank didn't miss a beat. His left hand went to my knee as soon as Jim's back was turned. As he started moving it up my thigh, I reached with my right hand to grab his left. As soon as I came to rest on the intruding hand, he grabbed my right hand with his own right hand and forced it deep in his crotch. I could man up and pull free, but I was quick to remember not to give myself away. I passively complied with his need as he held my hand firmly against his hot groin. I was surprised at the size of his hardness; I couldn't help but feel the heat and thickness of his shaft. Sensing my hesitation, he slowly massaged my hand up and down his cock while at the same time moved his own left hand up my thigh and under the dress and covered the crotch of my panties.

"Mmmmm," he moaned, as he stared down at my hand he was forcing to pleasure his tool. He released my hand when it was apparent that the patron next to him was noticing the action. I quickly pulled my hand back and used both hands to slide his left hand back to my knee.

We sat there in silence. My two hands on his, resting on my thigh just above my knee. I could feel his fingers gently squeezing my flesh. I couldn't help but think of how thick and hot he had felt. His cock was definitely bigger than Jim's 5 inches. It felt as if he could be the star of a porn film. I also couldn't help but think that I had gotten him so worked up. This man, with this huge cock, was full of desire for me!

Frank leaned in toward me. "Are you really a cock slut?" he whispered. "Did you feel how hot I am for you?"

I sat in silence with my head down.

"Answer me." He commanded.

"Yes." I finally said.

"Yes what?" he continued in a low voice. "Yes you're a slut or yes you liked how my big hot cock needs you?"

His question was humiliating and he was mixing words. I knew what he wanted. I knew he wanted me to squirm, but ultimately admit that I'm a wanton slut. That I liked the way he felt. Ultimately, that I wanted him.

"Both." I finally relented in a faint voice.

"Mmmm." Was his only response as I held his hand with both of mine as he slid over my smooth thigh to my virgin white dress. My excitement was beginning to build when he again palmed what he thought was my pussy in his meaty hand. I could feel my own cock coming to life. Internally, I battled with the thought and convinced myself it was just a clit getting excited for a man.

Frank retreated quickly when he saw Jim coming back from the restroom. But it was too late for Frank, Jim had seen what he had tried to do. Smiling as he got back to his stool, Jim handed me a 20oz coffee from the coffee shop in the lobby.

"Can't have you falling asleep on me tonight babe." Jim said. "Drink up. We have a long night ahead of us." Turning his attention to Frank, Jim continued. "I hope she entertained you while I was gone. She can be a little shy in public."

"Oh, we had a nice chat getting to know each other a little better." He replied. "Hopefully, it won't stop here."

"We'll see." Jim said, "but not tonight. We've waited a long time to be together." Then turning to me he motioned for me to drink more of my coffee. "Drink up Darlene, let's get back to the room."

Jim stood and took my hand to help me slide off the stool. Between the three cosmo's, Frank's advances and rubbing Frank's big cock, my head was spinning. Frank stood and forced a hug on me with one arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me to him. The other he planted firmly on my butt and pulling my hardening clit against his rock hard cock. My thoughts continued to spin and free fall with the simultaneous stimulation of my clit against his cock and his middle finger pressing fully into my crack thru my satin dress and panties. The smell of stale cigarettes in his hair.

I stood passively in his embrace, but pulled away quickly when he reached in to kiss me. I had sucked Jim's dick three times that night. Been turned on by feeling another's cock. But something inside me had no desire, no, I had a revulsion to kissing another man.

I was grateful when Jim wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me toward the door.

"Time to go babe." He said as we headed out. "Hope to see you again sometime Frank."

Jim held me close in his arm as we walked back to his room. I was so mentally exhausted, I put my arm around him too and took his embracing hand in mine. Still keeping my head down to avoid being seen in public. I felt my insides rumbling from the stress.

I was so relieved when Jim opened the door and I could slip inside the room. Happy to be back there and 'safe' from the outside world. Jim closed the door and moved to me from behind. Taking me in his arms, he began kissing my neck and rubbing his hand over my chest and shoulders. He turned me around and put slight pressure on my shoulders, indicating that he wanted me on my knees. As I knelt before him, I could see his cock, tented in his pants.

"Now, where were we?" He asked, as he looked down and removed his shirt.

I brought my eyes to his belt, still not bold enough to look him in the eyes. I reached up with both hands and began unfastening his belt and pants.

"Take your time sissy," Jim said, "we have all night."

My insides turned again as I slowed my pace with the button, dipping my fingers well inside his waistband and sliding them from his hips to meet at the button. Teasing him as I came close to his cock, but not making contact with my probing digits. As my stomach churned and his excitement built, I finally unfastened the button.

"Use your teeth." He said when I reached his fly.

I didn't hesitate. I held the cloth covering back as I reached in and took his zipper with my teeth. I was still awash in emotions from out excursion, but the erotic feelings were beginning to overwhelm everything else. I could feel his hard cock through the thin material. I pulled the zipper down slowly with my eyes wide open. Looking to see what I once again longed for. As the head came into view, I could smell his musk. I pulled a little further, then had to stop to press my nose into his soft pubic hair. My lips pressed to his shaft just under the head.

"Ugggh," I grumbled. My stomach was at it again. Only this time, there was an urgency to the intestinal pressure that had been building. Springing to my feet, I rushed to the bathroom and slammed the door.

After 20 minutes, I felt devoid of everything I ate or drank, and my body was returning to normal. I stripped and turned on the shower. I just stood, letting the hot water pour over me. It was 5 minutes before I reached for the soap and, again, felt the erotic touch of my hairless genitals. Like my last shower, Jim entered the bathroom while I washed.

When I emerged from the shower, I saw that Jim had laid out another pair of panties for me. No top, just the panties. This pair left nothing to the imagination in the front. They were full lace, and you could see every inch of my cock in them. And ever worse, it was a thong with a simple string in the back. I was suspicious that Jim wanted to put his cock in me when he was feeling my ass earlier, now I was almost certain it was going to happen tonight.

I pulled on the thong, and it felt weird to me to have a string up my butt. I liked the way I looked in them, especially from the front. I opened the bathroom door and entered the room. Jim had turned out the lights with nothing but the glow of the TV screen lighting the room. I saw myself on screen walking into the room. I could also see Jim spread eagle on his back in bed. His cock pointing straight to the ceiling. The sheets and blankets gone.

"Mmmmmm," was all he said when he saw me at the foot of the bed.

"Mmmm", was all I thought as I crawled onto the bed and kneeled between his knees.

I took my time, rubbing his thighs, kissing his abdomen and erogenous spots. Licking and kissing up the inside of his thigh and brushing my lips against his balls as I transitioned to travel down his other thigh. Eventually, I took him in my mouth and suckled and licked him as I knew he wanted. He shifted positions and was now beside me in and almost sixty-nine position. He wanted to feel my ass. I was lying face down with my mouth on his cock. He was belly up but slightly turned on his side. It started with his hand on the back of my head like he was controlling my blowjob. But he quickly moved to rubbing my back and without much hesitation, started rubbing my ass cheeks. He kneaded them individually in his hand. Each time moving his thumb or pinky closer to my string covered hole.

He was getting me so hot. Each time was just a tease that I was going to be touched. That I was going to find out how it felt to be penetrated. I was ready, and I wanted it. My hips were moving to his caresses on my ass. We were getting close, him to cumming in my mouth, and me to grabbing his hand and shoving his finger into my hole. It was imminent, Jim was pumping and I was sucking and he palmed both cheeks, with his middle finger in my crack. He pressed down with his finger and glided it over my naked hole until he exploded, for the third time that night, into my mouth.

We did not move. I let him soften still holding him in my mouth. He kept his hand firmly on my ass on pressing against my hole. I wanted it so badly. I wanted him to use all of me. To make me a real sissy. But as he softened more, his grip faded, and I heard him dozing off to sleep.

Between the coffee and my heightened arousal, I could barely sleep. I dozed on and off, and at one pointed, saw Jim sleeping with an erection and got my fifth dose of cum from him without waking him. By dawn, the effects of the previous night had worn off, and I finally slept.

I was awakened by the sound of the bathroom door, then the shower. I dozed as he showered, but then became vaguely aware as he was dressing and fiddling with his tapes and video equipment. I feigned sleep and the last sound I heard was the door closing as Jim left the room.

I lay there in silence for a moment, then decided it was best if I find my clothes and get while the getting was good. I wasn't upset about what had happened, but in the light of day, I certainly wasn't ready to wait in a hotel room all day for another night of whatever I had just been through.

I hopped out of bed and went to the closet to get my things. I was shocked! Jim must have stuffed everything into a large heavy canvas bag. And there was a hefty lock keeping the zippers together. I looked around the room for something sharp I could use to cut the bag open, but there was nothing. I was pondering breaking the mirror in the bathroom, but I would have to be quick. Jim had just left, and I had no idea where he'd gone or for how long.

As I stood thinking, I was startled by a sharp knock on the door.

"Wake up," was all he said.

Not wanting to be caught trying to leave, I stuffed the bag back in the closet and ran to open the door.

I was stunned! It was not Jim! Standing before me in the hall was none other than Frank! Me in nothing but thong lacy panties standing frozen in the hotel room in front of Frank.

He moved into the room quickly, before I could even attempt to close the door on him. He was also now standing between me and the bathroom. I was sooo embarrassed! I had no wig! I was wearing panties! I have a penis!

I didn't think, I just moved to the only place that offered some cover. The bed. It had at least six pillows. And I jumped into it and covered with them as best I could. I lay curled up under them and buried my face in one. I listened as Frank moved to the video equipment and I heard him put a tape in and press what must be the play button.

"Don't be shy babe." I heard Jim say on the TV. "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 couldn't believe it. Jim had recorded me last night!

Jim's show continued on screen. "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?"

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

I slowly pulled the pillow from my face and looked to the TV. Frank was watching the screen as well.

"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? 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.

And with that admission caught on tape, Frank turned from the screen that continued to play the events from the night before. He looked at me, and I looked at the floor.

"So, you let him tape you making a sissy out of yourself." Frank said. "Cute, but not too bright, are you Darlene?"

"You see," Frank continued, "Jim met me last night to give me the tapes of the two of you. He didn't want them in the room where you might find them. IF you were smart enough to look. I told him I could edit them, blur his face and we could make copies and sell them. He's not much smarter than you. He left this morning to drop your late night session at my shop. But I have other ideas....."