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Sissy Pride [Part 2]
🕑 Added 2023-03-22 01:59:01 +0000 UTCAs I reached down to retrieve my clothes that Mr. Clark had thrown at me there was a bright flash of light. Without thinking I turned my head towards him only to be blinded by another flash from his Polaroid camera.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Just wanted to capture the moment kid," he laughed, "then again it's always good to have a little extra evidence in case you decide to be difficult about playing dress up again."
"Where's my underwear?" I asked him noticing only my t-shirt and shorts.
"You're wearing em' sweetie," He smirked, "I think you should keep them on and make sure you're wearing em' and that they're clean the next time you come over."
"What if my mother finds them?" I whined.
"That's up to you," he snorted, "maybe she'd like the chance to buy pretty girl stuff for her girly boy."
I felt really humiliated as he leered at me with his lopsided grin that I turned my back and quickly changed into my own clothes. I couldn't even look at him as I went by past his chair to the back door to put on my runners. I hadn't realized he followed until I straightened up to find his hand on the back of my neck. Squeezing tightly and pushing down I was forced to my knees to stare at his fat hairy belly.
"One last thing," he sneered at me, "don't you be thinking to run home and change. I'll be keeping an eye on you, so you just go finish your chores first like a good girly boy or else."
Than he grinned down and added, "Now give daddy a kiss good-bye."
I cringed at the thought of him forcing me to kiss him on the lips, but shortly I realized that's not what he had in mind. He released my neck, grasped his flaccid penis and rubbed it across my lips. Even with the rank odour of the combination of his semen and my insides I gladly pressed my lips to the tip and loudly kissed his cock.
Mr Clark turned and chuckling walked away. I scrambled to my feet and left, running home before he could think of some other way to debase me. Getting to the relative safety of the back yard I sat on our back steps. I looked at the picture Mr. Clark had given me. This one was very clear and you could plainly see me looking straight at the camera, shiny red lips, cheeks covered in pink powder and light blue shadow around my eyes. Fear gripped me as I realized what I had done by leaving his house in my haste. With his order to finish my chores before going inside I would have to finish them quickly or get caught in this state by my parents. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I raked and bagged the grass clippings. I could feel Mr. Clark's slimy cum seeping from my ass the whole time as the panties rode up between my ass cheeks. In record time, for me anyways I finished and put everything away, closing the shed I ran to the house grabbing to picture of my shame on the way in.
Going straight to the bathroom and closing the door I looked at the person that looked back at me. Streaked shades of tear stained make-up and red puffy eyes. I felt so ashamed of what had happened to me. I looked at the picture, bent over, the pink skirt folded over my hips exposing the sheen of cum seeping from my anus to my inner thighs and a big red hand print across the cheek of my exposed white ass. The white thigh high stockings and the pink panties scrunched up around my legs just above them. The face looking into the camera didn't appear shocked or embarrassed. A tingling sensation grew in my groin, except for the amateur make-up job I kind of looked like one of the pictures in a magazine that I had stolen from the garage.
I quickly hid the photo under my bed and then went back to shower. I'd seen my mom use cold cream to wash the make-up from her face so I used some of hers. I brought the panties into the stall with me, at first to make sure no one might find them but mostly to try and clean them. The crotch was soaked from cum seeping from my ass. The whole time my little penis was erect and seemed to throb when I washed away the semen that had seeped from around my now very tender anus.
On my way to my room I heard the door, announcing the arrival of my parents. Breathing I sigh of relief I stood there behind the closed door wondering where I could hide my damp panties. Hearing muffled voices I went and looked out the window and I was gripped with fear to see my father speaking with Mr. Clark.
They didn't speak loud enough for me to hear more than a mumbling and I was slightly relieved to see my dad smiling when they shook hands before they parted. At least Mr. Clark hadn't betrayed me yet. A knock at the door almost startled me out of my skin and my feeling of relief instantly vanished.
"Yes," I squeaked feeling embarrassed and sliding the panties under a pillow, "I'm just getting dressed, I'll be right out."
"Well put something nice on for a change," my mom stated, "your father's taking us out to dinner and how many times have you been told not to leave dirty clothes on the bathroom floor young man."
"Sorry mom", I meekly replied, "I'll pick them as soon as I get dressed."
"Just don't be all day."
"Okay." I said rushing to my dresser.
As I dressed I found the cotton underwear just didn't seem to fit right and I thought about the panties Mr. Clark made me wear. Even my jeans and polo shirt felt very uncomfortable for some reason. I did think about how the dress I'd worn earlier and how much I liked feeling of it clinging to my body.
Dinner out with mom and dad was the usual bore for me while they mostly talked about whatever happened at their offices until my mom asked, "By the what, what did that lecherous old man Clark want you for today?"
"Well he started out by going about his mobility problem," my father began, "then he asked if we would mind if Kary would do a few chores around the house for him, with pay of course."
"Absolutely not," my mom sneered, "I don't want my baby hanging around that disgusting pervert. What else did he say?"
"Then he started on about how his ex-wife ran off taking their daughter and leaving a room full of stuff behind that he doesn't have the heart to look at never mind going through. He thinks he'll be able to rent out the room if it's cleared up."
"He probably drove her away." Mom stated, "I don't want Kary anywhere nearer to that man than possible. If I knew what lived there when we bought the house we wouldn't have moved there."
"Who cares, really dear?" Dad said frowning, "If nothing else at least Kary can help him make the place look a little better."
"Besides, he is eighteen now," he smiled at her, "let Kary make up his own mind for once. You got to cut that umbilical cord someday sweetheart."
"We will talk about this later," she said icily to him before looking at me, "well Kary what do you think about all this?"
"I don't know mom, I guess it would be okay with me." I hesitated looking at my plate, "Like dad said maybe I can help him make his yard look better.
But I knew I only had one choice in the matter anyway, if I refused the offer. Mr. Clark would just throw those photos around and I felt that even my home wouldn't be a welcome, safe refuge anymore. I could feel mom staring at me and looking over to my father he seemed intent on his steak, so the rest of the meal was finished in a cold silence.
I went straight to bed when we got home that night and laid there listening to my parents as they tried to argue quietly. I almost forgot about those pink panties lying under my pillow until my fingers touched them. Thinking what to do as I held them in the dark, I took a thumb tack and pinned them on the inside of the blinds hoping no one would notice. I couldn't get to sleep, so I started to think about all that had happened to me lately and why. I had made allot of discoveries about myself, like how good it felt holding, stroking and taking Jeff's large cock into my mouth and pleasing him. I found I felt good wearing girl's clothes and even though I didn't really care for Mr. Clark, I did enjoy the way he made me dress and forced his cock into my ass and all those other things he made me do.
When I look back on those times now I realize that through my entire life I was conditioned to be subservient, from an over bearing mother to every playground bully, Jeff and Mr. Clark included. I would accept the humiliation and degradation just for the satisfaction of knowing that I could please someone in some way. I remember how a thrilling shiver went through my body that night. I remember reaching down to my little cock and pleasing myself before I fell to sleep.
I came down to breakfast the next morning to see my father, as usual with his Sunday paper and coffee but mom was not there.
"Good morning son." He said looking up briefly.
"Good morning dad," I replied going to the cupboard to get some breakfast, "where's mom?"
"Probably still sleeping I imagine." He put down his paper and looked over to me, "look son, I'm going to take a bit of grief over this, so don't let me down. You said you would, so you better make good on it and start out helping Clark next door. It'll be good for you and help your mom get over the fact you're growing up and almost a man and you need to start thinking for yourself. She's got to let go someday."
He stared at me for a moment shaking his head he sighed and raised his paper again. A man I thought as his words seeped into my thoughts, I don't want to be a man, I already knew at this point in my life I would never be and I thought that was just okay too.
As I left the kitchen dad looked over his paper and said, "I'm sure you're not fond of that old goat either, but I think your mother isn't going to be very nice to anyone for awhile. So why don't you just make yourself scarce. Go see what that old man wants you do." Then he grinned and added, "I'm sure the fiery pits of Hell would be more pleasant than this place when your mom gets out of bed."
"Thanks dad. " I replied. I don't remember the last time my dad had talked to me in this fashion, but it did make feel good. I went up to my room to change remembering the panties Mr. Clark had given me and his instructions on wearing them when I came over next. They were dry and smell cleaned. Without thinking I slipped them on, realizing how much better they felt against my skin than my boy underwear. Then grabbed some old clothes and left the house without hearing or seeing my mother.
I knocked on Mr. Clark's door twice before he answered, standing there wrapped in a towel soaking wet with an angry look on his face.
"What the hell do you want," he roared, before he saw me and then grinned, "Get in here and close the door."
"I'm surprised to see you back so soon," he said turning to walk away, "Follow me, we're going to set some grounds rule right here and now."
He led me to the kitchen and stopped by the back door to point at a hook on the wall." See That?"
"Yes." I replied.
"Yes what? He growled.
"Yes daddy." I said.
"Good," he smiled, "Nice to know you ain't a totally stupid sissy. From now on, you come in here. Don't bother knocking, just come and take off those ugly boy things you got on and hang em' here."
"Yes daddy." I replied.
He stared at me a moment before yelling, "What are waiting for, get em' off you dumb bitch."
I started to pull the clothes from my body as he leaned against the door leering at me. I suddenly felt nervous and a little ashamed standing in front of him in the pink panties from the day before. I kind of felt good about though feely my little penis become excited and hard as Mr. Clark's eyes traveled up and down my body.
"Glad to see you listened." He grinned, "Now go off and get dressed proper. I found a few things I thought you might like to try on and an old magazine that might help do yourself up a bit better."
"Just don't be all day about it," He said over his shoulder walking away, "I gotta' finish my shower, I'll be waiting in my chair for you."
So in just those little pink panties I walked down the hall to that room. Inside spread on the bed I found today's outfit. A short, pleated black skirt and white cotton top with a tie on the front. A shiny black bra and matching panties made of strings and a small triangle of satin. There was also a pair of white ankle socks beside some pink sneakers. Becoming aroused as I looked over everything, I saw the magazine Mr. Clark told me about. It was opened to an article about make up tips and opening the case that's where I started.
I slowly went over every part, step by step on those pages, I'm not sure how long it took but a few times I saw a movement in the mirror and noticed Mr. Clark looking at me from the door way. His face didn't seem angry or annoyed so I kept on playing until I was happy with my results. Then I put on the clothes and went out to see my Daddy.
"You look wonderful baby," he said when I came up to his chair. "Stand back a bit so I can take a picture."
Mr. Clark's compliment thrilled me and I stepped back to pose for him as a flash blinded me. I stood there waiting until my eyes adjusted as he stared at the developing photo. I noticed he only wore an old ratty looking robe. But he had shaved off his stubbly beard and his hair didn't look as greasy as it always did before.
"Come over and have a look at this sweetie," he said holding out his hand to me. I knew you'd be a real looker."
I took his hand and he pulled me down to kneel in front of his chair between his legs and held out the picture for me to look at. I was amazed and very thrilled that I thought he was right. I did look pretty good though thinking at the same time my hair wasn't very fitting for a girl. Another flash broke my thought and I turned to look at that lopsided grin.
"Just want to capture all the memories I can Sweetie." His face turning, "Why don't you show daddy how much you've missed him while I watch your face come to life in this photo?"
With his free hand he pulled open the robe and then reached up to guide my head to his crotch. The coarse hair tickled my lips as I nuzzled against his hardening penis could feel the heat emanating against my face as my lips caressed his hairy scrotum. I began to let my tongue explore the loose skin for his scrotum seeking out the testicals and pushing them around, he groaned and I shivered with excitement knowing he was enjoying my efforts.
I used my lips to push one of his firm balls against his thigh then sucked it between my lips humming with pleasure as he trembled. I could feel his cock resting on the side of my face growing harder. Twisting my head and using my tongue to guide it, I sucked on his scrotum until both of his balls filled my mouth. Looking up, Mr. Clarks had his eyes closed, a tight grin spread across his face as he moaned with pleasure. His cock rose hard along side of my nose to throb against my forehead. I felt so elated at the pleasure I gave him that I shivered and reached down to touch myself. Rubbing my hard little cock under my panties I almost came.
"Oh baby," he sighed deeply, "You need to suck on this now."
With one hand he pushed against my forehead until his balls pulled from between my lips. With the other he pointed his cock at my lips. The tip was glistening with precum as I took it in my hand and traced it over my lips and swirling my tongue over it. Mr. Clark's face was red, his whole body was shaking and I opened my lips and dove down to the base of his cock sucking as hard as I could. I pulled away until just the glans of his penis remained between my tightly sucking lips. Then I dove done again trying to keep the suction as intense as I could. Every time I rose up to tip of his cock, his face seemed a deeper shade of red, his trembling became more intense. I counted every dive and on the twelfth one his body seemed to convulse. I grasped the shaft of his penis in one hand and his scrotum in the other and gently squeezed as I sucked on the head of his cock.
He flooded my mouth with semen so fast I gagged and some escaped my lips to run over my hand and down the shaft before I got control and swallowed what I could. When his cock stopped spurting and began to deflate I licked and sucked up what was left. I was shaking feeling my own excitement and wetting my panties. I began licking Mr. Clark's softening cock and my hand of his cum. I nursed on his soft penis while he caught his breathe. I thought about the day before and how he laughed at how long it took me make me him have an orgasm. Then today I got him off in just twelve strokes. I can't help to say I was very proud of myself as I watched him gasping for air.
"Oh that was great Kary," he finally sighed. "Don't move and just look up."
He pointed his camera at me and I smiled around the softening cock, my chin resting on his balls and his pubic hair tickling my lips. Once again I was blinded by the flash. His body flinched and with his hand on my forehead he pushed me away from his groin.
"You don't need to suck it right off you know." He smiled and chuckled.
We sat quietly for a moment as he watched his latest photo to develop, I leaned against his thigh and watched as the grin widened on his face.
"This is the best one so far Kary," he exclaimed, "Here look at this."
All I could see was his big round belly, and my face down to my upper lip. It was apparent what was going on in the picture but what I liked the most was the way my face looked with that shiny upper red lip, the mascara and light blue eye shadow.
"Stand up," he ordered, "and lift the front of that skirt for me."
"Yes daddy." I replied quickly doing as he told me.
He reached forward and ran his finger tip over the black satin triangle down the length of my little erection. I felt him circling my scrotum before the finger traced along the string between my legs and trying to push the string up inside my anus. I felt myself tremble and almost came. Sitting back into his chair he told me to take a step back while he aimed his camera and set off another flash.
"Do you want to make yourself come for daddy?" he asked.
"Yes daddy." I replied meekly, shivering with anticipation.
"Good girl," he grinned, "start by rubbing against your panties."
With a shaking hand I reached down and rubbed my hard little cock through the satin. I felt hot and my whole body seemed to become damp with perspiration. Closing my eyes I heard the click and could sense another flash.
"Do it just like that, only inside now." He demanded.
"Yes Daddy." I replied.
Another flash, "take it out when you get to excited." He told me, "I want to see you do it. Make sure you catch it all in your other hand."
It only took about three strokes before I pushed down my panties and cupped my hand beneath my tiny glans opening my eyes to look down. Mr. Clark leaned forward aiming his camera, I saw the flash just as my hips convulsed and the first spurt hit my palm. He sat back leering at me while I fell helplessly to my knees as a couple of smaller spurts dribbled out.
With another flash he said, "Come closer and hold up your hand for me."
Silently I crawled on my knees, still shaking from the most intense orgasm I had ever felt and raised my hand.
Pointing his camera again he said," Stick out your tongue I want to see you taste it."
I stuck my tongue into the puddle in my palm and looked into the lens while he snapped another photo of my debasement.
"Good girl," he smirked, "now eat it all."
He watched as I licked my palm clean still feeling excitement trembling through my body. I could see his erection standing up between the folds of his robe and felt proud that I had excited him again so soon. I leaned forward to kiss the tip before taking his penis into my mouth once again.
"My, my," He laughed, "aren't you the hungry little cock slut.
"Well my dear child'" he sighed, "You came here today to work. So I guess before you get too carried away you'd better give me a bit of rest and get into that room, go through the drawers first so you know where everything is supposed to be and then you can start on the closets and boxes to find the anything you might like. Make a pile for the things you don't like and then we'll see what fits."
Without thinking about it I said, "thank you daddy."
I kissed his cock one last time before I rose to my feet and walked down to the room anticipating all the new treasures I'd find there.
Everything I found in the dresser seemed made for a small person just my size. There were so many different colors, styles and fabrics I was amazed. I felt pretty light headed remembering what Mr. Clark had said, so I assumed that he was giving me all these wonderful things. In the back of one drawer I found a small box with chains and rings along with some bracelets. I adorned myself with some of them and looking at my reflection I noticed Mr. Clark watching me. He smiled then turned to walk away. Looking through the closet I could find nothing that I didn't want to try on, it all looked very nice. I even thought a few times of what Jeff might think of me in that outfit. I giggled to myself realizing how silly and foolish that would be. I'm sure he'd tell the whole school about it if he saw me like this.
As soon as I started on the boxes, I realized these things must have been his ex-wife's because of the larger sizes. I still couldn't help myself though carefully inspecting every item and making two separate piles. One that didn't really matter and one that I really liked.
Opening the second box I found on the very top three pieces of an obvious matching outfit a white wispy see through material. The first piece was a pair wide legged shorts that had a stretchy lace on the leg hems and waist. The next was a long pull over with string shoulder straps edged in lace on the hem and around the top that cut a deep v down the front looked like the same on the shorts but didn't stretch out the same. The last piece was a robe with wide flaring sleeves and appeared to look long enough for the hem to flow across the floor. Looking up to see if Mr. Clark was watching from the door I wondered if he'd mind if tried it on. He didn't say I couldn't and I didn't want to ask in case he said no. My whole body seemed to tingle with emotions when I decided to just do it and take my chances that Mr. Clark might get upset.
Quickly shedding the pink shoes, white top and skirt I wore, leaving on the black bra and panties and pulled the shorts up my legs. They flared out over my hips appearing skirt like over my thighs. The waist band fit snugly just over my belly button. Feeling my excitement grow I pulled the next piece over my head and quickly donned the robe before turning to look at my reflection.
It felt and looked so beautiful, my breathe caught as my excitement grew and I hugged myself shivering with pleasure as my groin throbbed. I just stood and stared at myself, even the contrast of black bra and tiny black triangle seemed to enhance the erotic vision before me.
A ringing broke my trance to hear Mr. Clark answer the phone, "hello."
A long pause then, "no, no he's doing a great job. I'm really amazed at how well the boy can work, you can be proud of that lad."
Another pause, "That sounds nice and hey he's doing so well maybe I'll order a pizza as in lieu of a bonus for his efforts.
I realized it was my father on the phone, and then I heard, "yeah no problem just let me get him."
"Hey Kary," Mr. Clark yelled, "You're dad wants a word with you."
"Coming." I said as my voice cracked with nervousness.
Entering the room with Mr. Clark I reached for the phone feeling a sense of dread as if I stood before my father in person dressed as I was. Mr. Clark's eyes first widened at seeing my attire.
"Hy dad." I said into the phone feeling the nervousness in my voice.
"Look Kary," he began, "to try and make peace with your mother she's making me take her out for a meal and a show. So you'll have to fend for yourself tonight ok."
I felt Mr. Clark's hand slow slide up my thigh and start fondling my ass.
"Sure dad," I replied, "no problem."
"That fat old man treating you okay?" he asked.
"Sure dad, everything's fine." I had to suppress the giggle at how he was treating me.
"Well good, but don't forget you got school tomorrow. We'll probably be late so don't wait up."
"Okay Dad, bye," then I added, "Have a good time dad."
"Thanks son and don't work too hard."
I heard him laugh just before the line went dead. Mr. Clark was still firmly groping my ass cheeks as he leered at me.
"Nice choice sweetie," he smiled up at me, "but do you know what happens to little girls that dress so sexily?"
"No daddy, what?" I asked trying to sound innocent.
"Well now," he grinned, "I guess I'll just have to show you then."
Using his hand he twisted my ass check until I faced away from him with the robe pushed to the side. Then he placed a hand on each of my hips to pull me onto his lap. I could feel his erection poking up between my legs forcing the gown with it. Squeezing my thighs I felt the heat of his throbbing hard cock as he moved it up and done. I closed my eyes feeling his hand rise over my waist to clutch my chest through the bra. I tried not to think of the doer and just floated away in ecstasy while his lips and tongue contacted my shoulder. Licking and sucking my flesh to my neck and up to suckle my earlobe.
We groaned together while I shivered and felt his cock throb as hot dampness seeped onto my inner thighs. He somehow knew where to find them and pinch my nipples before caressing down my front, over my legs until he reached the hem. Drawing the fabric towards him between us I felt his cock lodge tightly into my crotch. Both us were breathing hard lost in passion as his hands again rubbing over my chest again.
"Oh God," Mr. Clark gasped, "stand up and take off those shorts."
I felt his hands slide to my hips as I stood, keeping me in his grasp as I bent to lower them. When I got to my knees I felt his Breathe on my backside. He moaned as his face nestled between my ass cheeks just before his tongue began exploring me there.
Feeling his tongue searching out and pushing the string aside to get to my hole, as he forced it inside of me a convulsion rocked my hips and I felt myself explode soaking my panties. Continuing to lavish my anus spreading saliva over my flesh He stood and pulled us back toward his chair. Holding tightly to my waist he forced me to stay partly standing, I grabbed onto the chairs arms for balance. Then with one hand under my bum he guided me towards his lap. His other hand aimed his penis at the center of my ass. I felt its heat and the thickness of his precum emanating from the tip when it touched the center of my ass.
I had no fears or surprise this time as his hard cock slowly entered me. I wanted it to fill me with its solid thickness, to take me and scald my insides with hot semen. I wanted to be fucked just like a woman. At first the slow stretching of my sphincter began to hurt until finally I felt the ridge of his glans push through and my body enclosed around his shaft. Half standing I trembled, breathing deeply feeling gust of hot air against my back. Then a tingling sensation began in my groin and I could feel the pulse of his fast beating heart inside me I sat fully into Mr. Clark's lap driving his cock completely in.
I sat totally content upon Mr. Clark's lap unmoving, relishing the feeling of being completely filled with his hard, hot thick cock as he gasped and groaned beneath. Then He yelled and pushed us both forward to the floor so I was on my knees in front of him. He began to fuck me furiously driving his cock in and out of me for what seemed like forever. He slammed against me over and over, pushing me away and then pulling me back as he thrust forward until he started to jerk spasmodically against me. Then I felt him filling my insides with cum for the second time in two days.
Mr. Clark sighed and leaned back onto the foot of his recliner drawing me with him as I squeezed his softening cock inside me.
"You're one hell of a good fuck Kary," he panted patting my bum.
I looked over my shoulder smiling and said, "thank you daddy."
Crossing my arms in front of me I laid down my head and closed my eyes. I could feel his penis still inside of me slowly softening. I could feel the light airy clothing that encased me. I loved pretending to be a woman, I loved being daddy's little girl and though I still didn't love Mr. Clark. I really did love his fat cock.
All I could hear was Mr. Clark breathing deeply for several moments as he rubbed my back in slow circles. I felt so content just laying there in front of him, listening as his breathing calmed.
"I gotta' get up off the floor sweetie." He grunted as started to stand pushing me slightly forward so his flaccid penis escaping and leaving me with a kind of empty feeling. "Nice, don't move I want to take a picture of that sweet ass just as it is."
I didn't want to move anyway at that moment, I wasn't even sure if I could stand up with the way I felt right then as the camera flashed once again. I laid there on the floor wondering if Mr. Clark would someday masturbate looking at those pictures as I had with my father's old magazines. I thought about how just a week ago my sexual experience was limited to my hand. Today I was lying on the floor of my next door neighbour with cum slowly seeping from my ass for second time dressed up as a girl. I had sucked off two different cocks in less than a week and having an urge to find more while my whole body tingled at the thought. My revelry was interrupted by a thud and looked to see a phone book lying beside me.
"Call up for some pizza," Mr. Clark said as he stood, ""and go fix your face. It's a little smudged up."
"Okay daddy." I meekly replied, "What do you want on it?
"Don't matter to me much," he replied walking away, "but put on something else before it gets here so I can concentrate on eating."
"Pick up or delivery?" I asked him.
He huffed, "I ain't' going nowhere."
I thought about his last remark as I thumbed through the pages and laughed to myself thinking of him looking at me then his slice and then throwing me across the table taking my ass again I made myself quiver and giggle with the thought.
It only took a few moments to do the order and fix my face but changing took awhile. I really enjoyed the sexy feeling I had with this outfit on and there where so many other nice things to choose from. I finally chose a little white t-shirt with gold glitter writing the word "Sexy" across the chest. It had short arms, a low cut neck and it barely reached to my navel. I remembered seeing a pair of jean shorts with flaring cuffs of white lace and decided to wear them for now. They fit tightly to my hips and waist, the crotch rubbed against my panties separating my ass cheeks. I finished off with white ankle socks trimmed in pink with a fuzzy pink ball at the heel and the pink runners I wore earlier.
Coming into the living room, I walked over and stood in front Mr. Clark, turning and posing for him.
"Nice choice," he smiled, "you got a nice ass for a girly boy."
"Thank you, daddy." I replied than turned to walk to sit down on the couch.
"Dumb cunt," he sneered as I sat down, "the only place you sit when I'm in the room is right here at my feet."
Pointing down at the floor in front of the recliner he said, "Move your sissy ass before I decide to sank it for you."
"Sorry daddy," I said jumping up and moving across the room to kneel at his feet.
I was looking up at him just as I heard the knock on the door. I gasped and flinched slightly and turned my head to the door. From behind me Mr. Clark vented an evil sounding chuckle and pushed me with his foot.
"Go see who's at the door Kary," he growled.
"But" I pleaded looking back at him.
"No buts," he ginned crookedly, "go to the door or I'll invite whoever it is to come and watch as I spank that sweet little ass of yours for misbehaving."
Fear griped me, standing on shaking legs I went to the door feeling sweat instantly beading on my fore head and damping my palms. I was so scared I felt light headed thinking I might faint, before I got to the door. What scared me the most was that I knew of some boys at school who talked about some of things they say happened when they delivered pizzas for extra money. Dreading that I'd be tomorrow's main topic in school I looked back to Mr. Clark's evil grin, I reached for the door handle. I was only partly relieved to see that I didn't recognise the man on the other side of the door. He quickly looked me up and down and I just knew that he would know that I just a boy in girl's clothes.
But he smiled and said, "Good afternoon miss, that'll be $13.80 please."
I felt my face flush with heat before looking over to Mr. Clark, sitting unseen by the stranger holding out some bills and shaking with suppressed mirth.
Taking the money from his hand he whispered, "Tell him to keep the change and thank him proper girl."
Walking back to the door I felt my throat constrict as handed him the money, "Thank you sir. "As my voice cracked, "You can keep the change."
As he took the bills and gave me the box he smiled at me, "Thank you, but you don't have to call me sir, Dave will do."
I wanted to run away but he continued, "I've never seen you around here before, have you just moved in?"
"No," I replied, "I'm just visiting."
"Oh well," he said smiling at me, "Enjoy your pizza and have a good night cutie."
All I wanted to do was slam the door and hide before he realized I was just a sissy in drag. But he called me cutie and smiled at me. A whole new feeling that I couldn't name seemed to over whelm me. I turned to see Mr. Clark's face red from trying to suppress in his laughter until the door closed and he released his breathe slapping his knee laughing.
"That was just perfect." He said with a snort, "Sounded like he was going to ask you for a date."
"Bet you'd like to suck his prick too," he teased, "you want me to call him back in for you."
I stood there before him feeling the heat of embarrassment rise up through my skin.
"Pull the table closer," he said still laughing, "and get me a beer sissy. Get yourself something to drink too."
Placing the pizza on the table I pulled it slightly to side of his chair and went to the kitchen. There wasn't much of choice though, so I found a glass and filled it with water. Then I opened the bottle of beer for him and went back into the other room. I took my place at his feet and we ate together while he watched the news.
"That hit the spot," he belched throwing down a half eaten crust, "you better get back to those boxes darling before it gets too late."
I started to get up when I felt his hand grab my wrist pulling me back down.
"Ain't you forgetting something?" he growled pulling me towards himself.
"Thank you daddy." I squeaked as he painfully twisted my arm.
"Do it proper," he roared opening his robe and pulling me closer towards his limp penis.
I lifted his cock with my fingers, slowly taking in the hot soft flesh until my lips felt his pubic hair and then letting it slide out to smack my lips loudly against the very tip. Releasing my arm I stood up and as I walked away I felt Mr. Clark's hand contact loudly, stinging the left cheek of my ass while he laughed.
It took me about an hour to get through all the boxes finding lots of sexy lingerie which all went into my keep pile. I left the plain looking and stuff that was too large in boxes. As I bent over to lift the last box to the bed there was another flash of light. I turned to see Mr. Clark in the doorway grinning.
"You're enjoy this aren't you sissy," he asked.
"Yes daddy," I answered feeling the same small rush of pleasure ever time he called me sissy, "There are so many lovely things here, and I can't wait to try them all on."
"Well not today," He said smiling at me shaking his head, "There'll be other days."
He winked and continued, "Hurry up with that box and come to my chair."
I hurried through the last box finding nothing interesting. It contained only jeans and slacks that looked too large for me. So I closed it up and set it with the others filled with what I thought I couldn't wear. I turned off the light and went out to the other room.
I knelt down between Mr. Clark's legs and he parted his robe for me. Wordlessly I reached out to lift his flaccid penis with one hand using the other to caress his hairy scrotum. He groaned when I leant forward and used the tip of his cockhead to trace around my lips before sucking it up between them.
I took my time this time to enjoy his cock. Feeling his erection slowly growing between my lips as my mouth moved up and down on the shaft. I forced out my tongue to lick his balls at the bottom of every stroke and used it to circle the glans as I moved up, never releasing or stopping the gentle suction I applied to his cock. I cupped my hand around Mr. Clark's scrotum to finger his balls and gentle encase them in my grip.
Closing my eyes I listened to his groaning and occasional sighs as I leisurely enjoyed his cock. The harder it grew the hotter it got and I could feel the pulse of his heartbeat growing stronger within his organ. I thought about how hot it made me feel sucking cock, Did I already say that, oh well it bears repeating but I do love feeling a cock grow hard in my mouth. Then I thought of how it had felt in my ass, my groin seemed to tighten and it made me shiver, I liked that too. But Mr. Clark appeared to be content with the blow job he was getting so I just continued sliding his hard meat between my lips.
First his testicles pulled up close to his body and I felt him start to shake. Then his hips suddenly lifted from his seat and began jerking rapidity. I felt as Mr. Clark placed his hands on my head filling them with my hair until it felt like he'd pull it out by the roots as his semen flooded my mouth. For once I managed not to lose not a drop of his semen, while he convulsed before me.
As his breathing and body calmed Mr. Clark patted my head, and then let his arms drop to his sides as I felt his erection start to soften. I sucked hard on his cock letting it fall from my mouth to look up at him.
"Did I do Good daddy?" I asked shyly.
"Oh baby," he groaned, "You did real, real good. But you better get changed and get home before it gets too late."
"Okay," I replied as I stood, "Thank you daddy."
He smiled up at me, "No, thank you sweet heart."
I still don't know why, but I got a sudden compulsion and I leaned down to kiss Mr. Clark on the cheek. As I turned to leave he slapped my other ass cheek but this time it was a little softer.
"Leave them clothes on the hook," he yelled from his chair, "But keep the panties on to wear home for next time you come over sissy."
Regretfully I change back into my boy clothes and went back home to a dark empty house. I went straight to the bathroom to shower. Spending a long time staring at my made up face before I rubbing cold cream over my skin and undressed down to my panties. I left them on as I started the shower and getting into it. Standing under the hot spray I lathered my hair then soaped myself from the neck down. Rubbing circles around my chest and pinching my little nipples. Sliding a hand into my panties I grasped my hardened little penis, stroking it until I quaked through another orgasm. After catching my breath I removed and rinsed out my panties and then totally rinsed off myself before getting out and checking to make sure all the makeup had been washed off in the mirror.
It was still pretty early but I went straight to bed after hiding my panties in a safe place to dry. I laid there thinking about what I had become in these past few days. I shivered wondering when I'd might get chance to suck another cock, or to have it thrusting up into my ass. I rubbed my small penis remembering how my new daddy's cock felt inside of me. I thought of the difference in taste of semen that I have had and wonder if everyone's tasted different. I smiled thinking only time could tell and giggled thinking maybe I was becoming what some people would call a slut. So what, I thought as long as I finally found something to feel good about who cares what others think. I rolled over onto my side, my hand squeezed between my thighs caressing myself as I fell into sleep anticipating what tomorrow would bring to me.
