He wanted a femme fatale
I usually didn't call any of the guys I'd meet on Craigslist before I had sex with them. Many men would put their phone numbers in the emails, but I never bothered, I just told them to come on over knowing they would get a blowjob from me and leave. I was usually so horny for cock that I didn't set up advance dates. If you weren't ready for me when I wanted to suck cock, you weren't getting me, end of story. But one day I got an email that was different and really got me hot.
This man was married. Nothing new about that, I had lots of married men that wanted to fool around with cross dressers and I was more than happy to help them get off. This particular man had a fantasy request that I loved and was a bit different than all the other guys that wanted me dressed like a slutty schoolgirl. He even gave me his home and work numbers. He really wanted this one.
I called him at work and he told his fantasy further. He wanted a 1940's femme fatale like Jane Russell or Ava Gardner. He wanted long black hair, smokey eye makeup done heavy, cherry red lips, legs for miles and he had a smoking fetish too. This was perfect and I was floating on a cross dressing cloud. I got to be an actress! I told him I would be more than happy to take care of his wishes, but when I called him he had to be ready.
I spent the whole morning getting ready. I had a brand new strapless bra that held my breast forms perfectly, and a tight metallic tube dress that hugged all my curves showing off ALMOST everything I had to offer. I topped it off with a nice shinny pair of round toe 5" heels, some fishnet thigh highs and all the sparkling jewelry that I had, nice long dangling earrings, necklace that hung down into my cleavage. You get the picture. I was ready for the red carpet. I am ready for my close up Mr. DeMille.
I called him and told him it was showtime. He was at home with his wife, so he played like it was a work issue that he had to deal with. I put on some old jazz music and waited for the knock at my door.
He walked into my door seeing me with a hand on my hip and taking a drag off of a 100 cigarette. I loved the sight of his jaw hitting the floor. I strutted up to him, blew smoke in his face and he gave me a long deep kiss. Wow could he kiss. I led him to the couch so he could watch me smoke. I sat down crossing my legs chest out and back arched taking long drags off my cigarette, blowing up into the air. He was looking at my legs with anticipation. "Go on honey, you can touch me" as I took his hand and slid it up my thigh, blowing smoke at him and keeping eye contact. It was all about the eyes with this man, and he was going to remember my eyes and everything else.
I slowly worked myself off the couch and between his legs, carefully working his pants open. I grabbed his cock with one hand, cigarette in another and looked at him as I stroked his slowly and carefully. I didn't want him ending too soon. I looked him dead in the eye as I took his entire cock in my mouth and slowly worked my heavenly red lips up his shaft, listening to him let out a soft moan. I worked at it very slowly, letting his pleasure build, putting my best devil may care look into my smokey eye gaze. He started shaking in his hips as I tasted his pre cum. I had sucked enough cocks to know what was going to happen. We kept looking at each other as I started sucking his rock hard manhood faster and faster, him grabbing my head and me wanting what he had to offer. He almost screamed when he came in my mouth and swirled my tongue around his cock head, tightening my grip to get every drop of cum out of him. My mouth was filled with the result of his fantasy coming true and warmed me as I swallowed it all.
I stood up, straightened my dress out while licking my lips as he tried to catch his breath. I bent over in front of him working my ass as sexy as I could, grabbed a cigarette and sat next to him panting.
"Got a light sweetheart?"
This man was married. Nothing new about that, I had lots of married men that wanted to fool around with cross dressers and I was more than happy to help them get off. This particular man had a fantasy request that I loved and was a bit different than all the other guys that wanted me dressed like a slutty schoolgirl. He even gave me his home and work numbers. He really wanted this one.
I called him at work and he told his fantasy further. He wanted a 1940's femme fatale like Jane Russell or Ava Gardner. He wanted long black hair, smokey eye makeup done heavy, cherry red lips, legs for miles and he had a smoking fetish too. This was perfect and I was floating on a cross dressing cloud. I got to be an actress! I told him I would be more than happy to take care of his wishes, but when I called him he had to be ready.
I spent the whole morning getting ready. I had a brand new strapless bra that held my breast forms perfectly, and a tight metallic tube dress that hugged all my curves showing off ALMOST everything I had to offer. I topped it off with a nice shinny pair of round toe 5" heels, some fishnet thigh highs and all the sparkling jewelry that I had, nice long dangling earrings, necklace that hung down into my cleavage. You get the picture. I was ready for the red carpet. I am ready for my close up Mr. DeMille.
I called him and told him it was showtime. He was at home with his wife, so he played like it was a work issue that he had to deal with. I put on some old jazz music and waited for the knock at my door.
He walked into my door seeing me with a hand on my hip and taking a drag off of a 100 cigarette. I loved the sight of his jaw hitting the floor. I strutted up to him, blew smoke in his face and he gave me a long deep kiss. Wow could he kiss. I led him to the couch so he could watch me smoke. I sat down crossing my legs chest out and back arched taking long drags off my cigarette, blowing up into the air. He was looking at my legs with anticipation. "Go on honey, you can touch me" as I took his hand and slid it up my thigh, blowing smoke at him and keeping eye contact. It was all about the eyes with this man, and he was going to remember my eyes and everything else.
I slowly worked myself off the couch and between his legs, carefully working his pants open. I grabbed his cock with one hand, cigarette in another and looked at him as I stroked his slowly and carefully. I didn't want him ending too soon. I looked him dead in the eye as I took his entire cock in my mouth and slowly worked my heavenly red lips up his shaft, listening to him let out a soft moan. I worked at it very slowly, letting his pleasure build, putting my best devil may care look into my smokey eye gaze. He started shaking in his hips as I tasted his pre cum. I had sucked enough cocks to know what was going to happen. We kept looking at each other as I started sucking his rock hard manhood faster and faster, him grabbing my head and me wanting what he had to offer. He almost screamed when he came in my mouth and swirled my tongue around his cock head, tightening my grip to get every drop of cum out of him. My mouth was filled with the result of his fantasy coming true and warmed me as I swallowed it all.
I stood up, straightened my dress out while licking my lips as he tried to catch his breath. I bent over in front of him working my ass as sexy as I could, grabbed a cigarette and sat next to him panting.
"Got a light sweetheart?"
11 years ago
