My desires
It would be nice to have a real friend with benefits. A guy that I can hang out with, play some pool, have some drinks and then hang out at his house. There things would change. He would give me the keyword that let's me know I can let go of the male side of me and embrace the gurl inside. I can stop being n charge and let him guide me into pleasure. He would put his hands om my hips and whisper sexy things into my ear. I was his friend seconds ago but now I'm his gurlfriend. He makes me feel sexy and wanted. He feeds me some edibles and turns on the sissy hypno. We watch it together waiting for the edibles to hit.
He asks me to change. I go to the bathroom and I slip on the g-string he wants me to wear. He salivates at my ass when I walk out. He asks me to prance for him and I see him get hard. At his request, I undress him.
We sit on the couch watching the show. He makes comments on what he likes, I tell him what I like as our hands wander over each other. I get more femme as the edibles hit and he encourages me to let go and embrace my femininity.
As the edibles fully wrap their warm, fuzzy fingers around my mind, everything softens at the edges. The sissy hypno on the screen pulses with those deep, throbbing colors and spiral eyes that seem to reach right inside me. My skin feels electric, hypersensitive. Every brush of air across my nearly bare body makes me shiver.
"You're doing so good, baby," he murmurs, his big hand sliding up my smooth thigh. "Look at how pretty you are already. Those hips... that ass in that tiny g-string. You were made for this."
I let out a soft, breathy sound I barely recognize as my own. My voice comes out higher, lighter, like it's been waiting to be released. "I... I feel so girly," I whisper, and the admission makes my clitty twitch uselessly in the front of the g-string.
He chuckles, low and approving, and guides my hand to his thick cock. It's rock hard, hot, and heavy in my palm. "That's my good gurl. Stroke it for me while you watch. Let the words sink in. No more thinking. Just feeling. Just being my pretty little plaything."
The hypno video drones on—you are a girl... you crave cock... you exist to please...—and I nod, letting the words wash over me. My free hand wanders to my own chest, pinching my sensitive nipples through nothing but skin, making them stiff and pink. I prance a little on the couch, arching my back so my ass pushes out, just like he likes. He rewards me by slipping two fingers between my cheeks, teasing the thin string of the g-string aside and circling my hole.
A needy moan slips out. "Please..."
54 year old chub, not passable