WHAT HE SAID

He told me if I dressed as a girl it wasn't gay. I was instructed to go to the closet. I stripped of and chose an outfit to put on. Firstly a pink lace bra and matching panties, then white knee length socks and a pleated black skirt. Over my bra a thin white blouse that finished well above the skirt showing off my tight stomach. The final item a pair of black 6 inch heels. I brushed my long hair and curled it at the bottom, some eye shadow and ruby red lipstick topped it off. I tottered into the room where he waited patiently. On the table a pink chocker with bitch written upon it. I looked at it then put it on, walked over where he grabbed my throat and said, ' Do you feel gurlie?'. I nodded, I felt like weak and helpless like a real whore my masculinity was to the back of my mind. 'Well get it out and start sucking bitch'. I dropped to my knee's unleashed his cock and pleasured him. The more I performed the more enthusiastically I became. He filled my mouth with cum which I was about to spit when he tapped my nose with his finger, 'Good gurls swallow'. Down it went and then I opened my mouth, stuck out my tong to prove my obedience. 'Good gurl' and then stroked my hair. It's got to be said it felt awfully gay to me but I enjoyed it and would like to repeat the experience maybe in a car or the woods or maybe in front of a window say a shop or seedy motel but I guess not many would want me.