My Pantyhose Sissy Boy

There he was, My Pantyhose Sissy Boy…

Plain as day, up on the pedestal in my girlfriend’s dress shop. The one she uses for fittings. Wearing pantyhose, high heels, and some other bullshit, I couldn’t tell you what. My pantyhose sissy boy looked like an old second-hand store barbie. Terrible, in other words.

“Christ, Jodie, what the fuck,” I spat without thinking. It’s not the first time I have caught him. Just the first he knows about. His face turned bright red with embarrassment.

I turned around and went back to the door and locked it.

“I can explain,” he started to say.
“Oh, really?” I asked. “Go ahead. You know this is not the first time I walked in on you. So, knock yourself out. Do tell,” I said. Truthfully, I wasn’t all that upset.

Jodie just stood there. I sighed. “Take that shit off. You would think you would have some better sense.”
“Look, I…”
“I said, take that shit off. Now! Did I fucking stutter? Then, go in the back, wash that bullshit off your face, and come back.”
“But… I want to expl…”
“AND! Come back naked. If you’re going to do this, you’re going to do this right, my pantyhose sissy boy!”

He came out in a towel. “Drop the towel. Get on the pedestal,” I said.

“Go pick out a matching bra and garter. I think the white nylons, the one with the seems.”
My pantyhose sissy boy came back, the tight lace panties barely restraining a hard-on that he covered with his hands.
“No, baby. What are you doing?” I said. Just stand up straight. “Be proud of your sissy clit.”
“I just, get so excited thinking about… you know.”
“I know.”

Seeing My Pantyhose Sissy Boy like this made me incredibly aroused.

“Oh my god, baby, you’re so pretty,” I said and took his boi clit into my mouth. He spread his legs, allowing me to dive into my pantyhose sissy boy. I licked his sissy clit as I fingered his slick boi cunt.

“I want to fuck you, baby, I want to go all the way,” I told him. He nodded his head. So I got up, took off my clothes, and put on my big black strap-on. My pantyhose sissy boy’s eyes grew wider as he glanced up and down my body. He knew what this meant.

“Turn around, get on your hands and knees, my pantyhose sissy boy!”

He did as I asked, and I kissed his ass with the head of the dildo. I began gently pushing my strap-on against his tight little sissy cunt. As I worked it inside of him, he moaned and whimpered with pleasure, and after every thrust, I could feel his whole body tremble. He must have needed this for so long. I rubbed his back as I fucked him. His boi pussy loosened up, and I was able to grab his hips and fuck him hard. The toy rubbed my clit as I fucked him.

This was the beginning of a beautiful relationship between me and my pantyhose sissy boy. Next time, I would be the one picking his outfit from the start!

When I’m not fucking my pantyhose sissy boy, I’m sometimes playing with My Perfect French Maid. Read all about it in my last blog.

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