I Sucked his Cock Better than I Ever Have Before (Hookup)
Some background, I have been meeting this guy for a while probably 20+ over the past two years, I met him when I was 20 and he was 58 and he knows how to treat me like a real sissy 🫦
I parked a little down the street from daddy’s house just after 11:30, killed the engine, and slipped through the side gate like I had done every other time. The back door was already unlocked for me. Inside, the house was dark except for a faint strip of light coming from upstairs. On the kitchen counter sat the surprise he had left for me, a brand-new pair of sheer black fishnets still folded neatly and some suspenders.
I kicked off my shorts right there on the tiles, peeled down my panties just enough to step out of them, and worked the fishnets up my legs. The tight nylon hugged every inch, the diamond pattern stretching across my ass and framing my cock in the front. I slipped back into my panties and left my clothes in a pile and climbed the stairs.
The bedroom door stood open. He was already in bed, propped against the pillows in nothing but a pair of loose shorts, the outline of his cock already thick and heavy against the fabric. The second I stepped inside he sat up straighter, eyes raking over the fishnets.
"Fuck, look at you," he said "My pretty little sissy in fishnets. Come here and show Daddy what that slutty ass can do."
I climbed onto the bed, turned around, and straddled him in reverse cowgirl. The nylon rasped softly against his shorts as I ground down, rolling my hips so my cheeks dragged along the rigid line of his cock. I could feel how hard he already was, twitching every time I pressed my hole against him through the thin layers. I wrap both my cheeks around his cock as I was grinding and I could tell he liked it especially when he slapped my ass in the fishnets.
After a minute of that slow, filthy grind I reached back, hooked my fingers in his waistband, and tugged the shorts down. His cock sprang free, leaking at the tip, harder than I had ever felt previously. I wrapped my fingers around the base and gave it a slow stroke, then leaned forward and dragged my tongue from balls to head in one long, wet lick.
"That's it, slut," he murmured, one hand resting on my fishnet-covered thigh. "Such a good little sissy for Daddy. Look how eager you are."
I licked him again, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting the first salty bead of precum before I opened wide and took him all the way down. My nose pressed into his pelvis, lips stretched around the root, balls resting warm against my chin. I held it for a second, throat fluttering, then pulled off with a wet pop only to sink straight back down. I repeated the motion three more times, each time forcing myself deeper until my eyes watered.
He started to move. His hips lifted, pushing his cock into my throat in short, steady thrusts. The gag reflex hit hard, so I wrapped one hand around the base to control the depth while he fucked my mouth. Spit poured out around my lips, soaking his cock, his balls, and the sheets beneath him, I was spluttering all over his cock like the filthy sissy whore I am, Every thrust made a thick, obscene sound, wet choking, gurgling, the constant drip of saliva running down his shaft.
I tasted more precum, warm and slick on my tongue, and it only made me hungrier. My own cock strained painfully inside the fishnets, a wet spot forming at the front. The sloppy noises I was making grew louder, messier, and every time I gagged around him I felt my own orgasm creep closer.
He was breathing harder now, hips snapping up faster. I switched to the two-handed twist, both fists working the spit-slick shaft while my mouth stayed locked around the head, tongue flicking the underside. The choking sounds turned constant and wet, desperate and rhythmic.
"Gonna cum down that sissy throat," he warned, voice tight. His hands clamped on either side of my head and he drove upward, burying himself to the hilt as the first thick pulse hit the back of my throat. I swallowed around him, taking every spurt while he kept thrusting through it, pumping load after load straight into my stomach. I didn’t pull off until he finally let go, cock still twitching against my tongue.
When I sat up my chin and chest were shiny with spit. I peeled the soaked fishnets down my legs, thanked him in a hoarse whisper, and slipped back downstairs. By the time I reached my car my own cock was rock-hard again, throbbing with every step. The drive home was five long minutes of aching need, the taste of his cum still on my tongue.
I hope you guys enjoyed, I should be meeting him again Wednesday he has just bought me a red plug and red fishnets to use and I can’t wait 😘