Helene turns from the window and looks at me lying on the bed. Her
naked body silhouetted against the light.
Last time I saw her her blonde hair dropped in a long fashionably
tangled V down her back. Now it is cut into a rough bob. It suits her.
She walks over to the bed and runs her painted finger nails up the
inside of my thigh up to my balls. Despite the fact I recently came I
feel my cock stirring again. As she continues she gently squeezes my
balls.
“She’s cute. Same height and build as me. Long light brown hair. Lots
of it – wavy. And pinned back asymmetrically. Not dead pretty but
cute.”
I say nothing just listening. In some ways I hardly know Helene in
others we are more intimate than I have ever been with anyone. We met
two years or so ago at some function or other and drunkenly ended up in
bed. Somehow the one night stand carried on into something bizarre.
When she wants me I get an email or a txt telling me where to be if I
want a fuck. I’ve learned to my cost that I have to be there. The first
time I couldn’t make it I didn’t see her for 2 months. Now I drop
everything no matter what. It has also been made clear that I don’t
email or txt without being contacted first. I belong to her.
“Great clothes”
Helene loves womens clothes. She often dresses up for sex or makes me
dress up. Nothing odd, just normal everyday clothes, which is the
something thing I find a real turn on. Last time we met, a couple of
weeks ago, I got two days notice and a list of clothing items and shops
where I could buy them: Black gypsy skirt, Black tights and knickers,
knee high brown boots, soft pink jumper with long sleeves and a really
high thick roll neck, green parka jacket with a thick fur trim round
the hood and soft furry lining and a chunky white scarf. I met her in a
quiet spot in the park near my flat. She didn’t say a word. Touched a
finger to my lips, knelt down, lifted my skirt and extricated my (very)
hard cock from my tights and knickers and sucked me off, one hand
wanking me off, a finger of the other hand up my arse, till I came in
her mouth. She swallowed it all, stood up and walked off. I got an
email two hours later that just said: “Fucking gorgeous. Keep the
clothes. You will need them.”
I always keep the clothes. I have a more womens clothes than mens
clothes in my wardrobe.
“She has this black fur lined jacket. Big furry collar and cuffs.”
Helene likes fur a lot. At the start of last winter she made me buy a
big fake fur coat and a pair of high heeled knee length boots for
myself. Cost me best part of my spare cash that month. We met up just
dressed in just fur coats and boots. Worth every penny. And that was
just the first of many times.
“When she was wearing it, before she went out to lunch, all I could
think of was being between her legs. Licking her out.”
She pauses a moment and starts to gently rub my cock with her other
hand.
“Then I thought of her sitting on you. Astride you with her back to
you. Your cock up her arse. Both of your legs apart. Me licking her
cunt and squeezing your balls as you gently fuck her. Her wearing that
jacket, Collar up – fur around her face and her hands in my hair, Fur
cuffs brushing against my skin”
Its working. I am getting harder.
“That’s why I texted you.” She smiles. “I want you to do something to
help me seduce her. So we can share her”
“mmm?” I manage. I am really turned on now as she rubs me harder. I
reach out for her but she pushes me away smiling –
“don’t touch. Just listen and enjoy.”
She is wanking me properly now and her other hand slips between my arse
cheeks.
“I want you to write about us. Everything.”
Her finger probes my arsehole. Just resting gently. Threatening to
enter.
“All about how you enjoy dressing up as a girl to please me.”
Her finger is inside now. Sliding up as far as it will go and still she
wanks me off. Much harder now.
“How you play along with all my games no matter what. All about Rosie
and Laura…..and Vicky”
A second finger enters me.
“And how much I love it. Dressing up myself. Wearing other girls
clothes…and fucking other girls”
Both fingers are fucking me now. In and out – in time with the wanking.
I’m going to come.
“and best of all….”
I can feel it rising. I hold it off. Pushing. Fuck. Fuck. Jesus
Christ….
“You. My pretty girlboy. Doing what I love”
I come into her face. The feeling is incredible. Tripped out. Colour.
Warmth. Bliss.
When I recover myself I see she is grinning at me. Cum all over her
face and in her hair. She must have aimed my cock at the last moment.
“Fuck” is about all I can manage for a few seconds. Then:
“You have never said that before”
She leans forward almost leering and kisses me. Tasting of my cum. We
snog hungrily.
“I needed to make you mine. You know what they say – ‘treat ’em mean.
keep ’em keen’. It’s worked a treat on you. You would do absolutely
anything I ask wouldn’t you?”
I nod meekly
“You have fucked boys for me even though you are straight. You go out
in public dressed in womens clothes. When you met that girl last year
and I amde you to chose between us. you chose me.”
I look at her. She is right. I would do anything for her.
“So what does that mean?”
She grins again.
“You do know I am married?”
I had guessed as much. I nod.
“I love him. I have a normal life. Dinner parties. Cinema. Normal. The
works. Good sex as well before you get too smug…But”
“But…” I smile
“But I have a fucking great libido and I want to all the sorts of
things I do with you and I am also a control freak. So. You are my toy.
you will do anything I want no matter how kinky and this part of my
life is nicely packaged away so I get to be normal in the rest of it.
Don’t you forget it.”
She is serious now. I change the subject:
“So what do you want me to write…”
“I am very fond of you.” she says very quickly before adding with a
grin “Everything. I want you to write everything. All of the kinky
little details”
“and you are going to show it to this girl?”
“Yes. Why not. She is only a temp and she will either go for it or I
will never see her again. What’s there to lose?”
“Fair enough” I smile.