Rantings of a Pervert

Cecilia left on Wednesday, she had flown to Chicago to be with her girlfriend who was pregnant and had just gone to the hospital 6 weeks early with labor pains. Michael didn’t expect her back until Monday evening. This was Memorial Day weekend and no one had to be back to work until Tuesday.

Michael and Cecilia hadn’t been together long. They met in March when they were both in New York on business; they were talking in the airport lounge while waiting on their flight back to Memphis and found themselves very attracted to each other. They really had quite a bit in common too. They both worked for brokerage houses in Memphis, different ones of course and they were both in New York attending the same seminar. They thought it strange that they didn’t meet each other until they were waiting on their flight back home.

Cecilia loved baseball and was a faithful season ticket holder for the Memphis Redbirds, the Triple A farm team for the St. Louis Cardinals. Michael also loved baseball, but hadn’t been to a game since the home opener the previous year. Both of them loved to eat at the Rendezvous but had never run into each other there either.

They managed to swap seats in the plane in order to be able to sit together on the flight back and continue their conversation, so that they felt like old friends by the time they made it into Memphis International. They swapped numbers and promised to call. It was three days later, late on a Friday afternoon before Michael had a chance to call, and he was afraid that Cecilia would blow him off for taking so long to call, but it actually worked out pretty well as Cecilia had been covered up at work after returning from the seminar as well. She was ready for a break by the time Michael got her on the phone.

Being short notice, Michael hadn’t really had an opportunity to make any serious plans so they decided to go get some ribs and hit a few of the clubs down on Beale Street. They really hit it off and both of them ended up back at Michael’s apartment around 2:00. They just crashed, clothes and all, laying across the king size bed.

Michael woke first around 10:00 and quietly went and made coffee for them. When he came back into the bedroom Cecilia was not there, but he could hear water running in the bathroom so he just sat on the edge of the bed to wait for her. A few minutes later he was rewarded with her stepping out of the bathroom dressed only in her bra and panties. A beautiful matching set in black lace, he was mesmerized and just sat there dumbly.

Cecilia wasn’t fazed at all, she just walked out of the bathroom and over to Michael. She stood there a minute before she said, “Well?” Somewhat confused, Michael answered, “Well, what?” “Well, I didn’t think I would have to spell it out for you Michael. I thought you were brighter than that!” Cecilia reached around and unhooked her bra and let it slip to the floor, releasing those beautiful full breasts from their captivity. “Ahhh,” she said, “that feels much better. Are you beginning to get the picture yet?”

Michael didn’t even speak as he reached out and pulled her towards him, squeezing her ass as he did. He pulled her close and started to flick his tongue across her right nipple as he reached up and caressed her left breast with his hand. Cecilia stood there and let him lick and play with her breasts for a full minute before a slight whimper crossed her lips. She said, “I knew you were smart enough to figure this out. . .”

They played and laughed and sucked, fucked and kissed for 2 full hours before they finally collapsed back on the bed. They never did get any of the coffee that Michael prepared earlier, but fell asleep in each others arms.

Their relationship had been like this from the beginning, and they hadn’t been seeing each other but about 4 weeks before Michael asked if she would move in with him. She agreed and they spent a week moving her a piece at a time from her apartment to his. The sex was incredible and it seemed that she never quite got enough. A situation that Michael was determined to take full advantage of.

So when Cecilia got the call from her girlfriend in Chicago, Michael was a little bummed out, he was looking forward to a holiday weekend where they never climbed out of bed other than to get food.

Wednesday night passed without incident. Michael tossed and turned in the bed but he finally got to sleep. Thursday was much the same, but this time Michael had a couple of drinks with dinner and a glass of wine to help him sleep. In addition to that, Cecilia called him and they had phonesex. She apologized for being gone, but he knew it was something she had to do so he didn’t complain.

Friday night came, and Cecilia didn’t call and when he tried to call her it seemed her phone was turned off. Michael was hoping for a repeat of the phonesex they had the night before and he had had a few drinks. Something to dull the senses so that he wasn’t quite as aware that she wasn’t there, and to loosen up his inhibitions as he wasn’t really used to having sex while on the phone.

Michael got naked and lay in the bed thinking about Cecilia, finally he went over to the dresser and got a pair of her lacy panties out and put them on. He couldn’t believe how wonderful the material felt against his hard cock. He had turned on the stereo to some sexy music earlier and that is probably why he didn’t hear the key in the lock.

He didn’t hear anything until he heard Cecilia, in a very stern, angry voice say, “What the fuck do you think you are doing? You pathetic prick! Answer me you fucking slut!” Michael tried to stammer out an answer but she didn’t give him time. “You little sissy boy! You like that don’t you? Well, don’t you?” This time, he managed to squeak out an answer, “Yes.” “Yes, what?” she screamed. “Yes, ma’am?” was all he could manage to get out. “That is better! Tell me, is this what you have been doing every time you were alone here? And don’t even think of lying to me!”

Michael was in shock, he hadn’t really been wearing her panties, but he had taken some out and let them brush across his face from time to time. He also liked the smell of her dirty panties in the laundry hamper. “Yes ma’am,” he managed to stammer. “I thought so, you pathetic little worm!. If you like it so much, let’s just get you dressed up right!” She looked at him and said, “Okay, now I want you to sit up on the edge of the bed while we decide how to dress you.”

Michael sat on the edge of the bed patiently wondering what Cecilia was going to do to him. She was digging around in her drawers picking a few things out and placing them on top of the dresser. Finally, she stood up and turned around to face Michael. “Here,” she said, “take those panties off and put these on.” She handed him a pair of pink lace panties. “I imagine that I’ll have to throw those away now that you have had them on.”

Michael got the new panties on, and she handed him a garter belt. “Put this on next sissy,” she said. He struggled with it a little, confused about how it went on, but he finally got it on, he could sense her impatience. Next, she handed him a matching pink bra and told him to get it on. Finally, she handed him a pair of black seamed nylons and said, “Let’s not be all day about getting these on, hurry up!”

He stood there, with bra, panties garter and stockings, looking a little dazed and apprehensive. Cecilia said, “Okay sissy boy, let’s see you model them. Wait a minute! Here, try on these heels first!” Michael was able to slip on the black pumps but he could barely stand. Cecilia didn’t give him an opportunity to complain, “Model them for me, sissy!” With unsteady legs, Michael walked across the bedroom and back, strutting a little thinking this was the extent of his punishment. Cecilia snapped several pictures of him as he strutted up and down the bedroom floor, “These will give us something to laugh about later,” she smiled.

“Okay sissy Michelle! Sit down here and let me do your make-up.” He sat down at the dressing table facing her. He was beginning to enjoy this, and his smile betrayed his emotions. “So, you think this is funny?” she snapped. “You won’t be thinking that for long,” she smiled. Cecilia put make-up on his face in as whorish a manner possible and when she was done she examined her handiwork.

After she took a couple of pictures of her ‘masterpiece’ she snapped, “Michelle! Go get your slacks and shirt and put them on.” Michael looked a little puzzled and asked, “Over all of this?” “Yes, sissy, over all of that, and don’t argue with me,” she snapped back. Michael managed to get his clothes on, visibly worried now, the smile was gone from his face completely.

“Hurry up Michelle,” Cecilia cooed, “we have places to go.” “Hunh?” was all that he could manage for a reply. Cecilia said, “That’s wasn’t a very ladylike response Michelle, now come along, hurry now” “Where are we going,” he asked her. “Out,” was her only response.

They walked out to her SUV and Cecilia helped Michael in and closed the door, then she ran around to the driver’s side and hopped in and took off. She got out on the interstate and told Michael to take his shirt and pants off and to throw them in the back seat.

Michael started to argue, but then he thought about the pictures she had just taken of him and realized that he didn’t have any choice in the matter. He took off the shirt and tossed it in the back, then slowly managed to take off his pants and toss them over his shoulder as well.

Cecilia looked over at him and said, “My my my, don’t we look like the proper little sissy boy tonight?” “I think it would be a shame if I were the only one to enjoy this, don’t you?” Michael’s stomach was filled with butterflies and it felt like his heart was in his throat as he answered and said, “Yeesss ma’am, it would be a shame.”

“I think I know the perfect place to show off my little sissy boy!” she laughed, “Just the place indeed!” Cecilia had already turned off the interstate and was headed towards the edge of town. Just before leaving the city, she pulled into a large truckstop and drove all the way back to the back where the trucks were parked for the night.

“Okay, get out!” she laughed, “let’s let everyone enjoy my little sissy boy!” He tried to talk her out of this, but she would have none of it. “I’ll be waiting at the fuel island for you,” she said, “and mind you, do not take those shoes off or you’ll ruin those pretty hose out here on this asphalt!” “Right down the middle too, I’ll be watching,” she told him, “now hurry up and get out sissy!”

Michael slowly managed to get out of the SUV and his heart sank when he closed the door as he heard her hit the power lock switch and he was out there, dressed in nothing but her underwear. But it was getting late, maybe no one would notice, he tried to tell himself this, and even as he was doing so, Cecilia started honking her horn as she slowly drove up to the fuel island.

To Michael’s horror, he saw the truck cabs start to rock as drivers got out of their bunks to see what the honking was about. Several turned on their headlights and Michael found himself in what amounted to a well lit modeling runway, and he was the only model. A few drivers even honked their air horns to make sure everyone was awake to see this show. Michael could see the drivers laughing at him as he struggled to keep his footing in the high heels he was wearing.

Michael felt something warm running down his leg and he realized that he was pissing all over himself, for some reason, that got his dick as hard as a rock as he kept moving, trying to get to the fuel island and back into the SUV. By the time he got back to the SUV, he could hear the drivers as they laughed at him and he begged Cecilia to let him back in. She was laughing uproariously as he climbed into the front seat and she said, “Next time, I will have my little sissy boy ask one of those nice truck drivers if he would like to have his dick sucked.”

Just hearing those words, Michael started to climax violently, his cum filling Cecilia’s panties and he was pretty sure he was in trouble, but he was also certain that this would not be his last time. Cecilia just laughed knowingly.

More later::The Perv

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