"I want to fuck you
like a woman; I want to see your face when I fuck you hugegaycock; and I want to
see you shoot your cum." He just looked at me with a lustful gaze,
nodded his head and lifted his legs in the air. I smeared some KY on
my throbbing purple boner, which was harder than it had ever been in
my life.
Was it? "Men don't wear panties, do they?" he asked. "You tell me," I said laconically, giving my hair its twenty-five strokes with
the hair brush, as if that were far more important than his question.
I gave up at least a
couple of great blow jobs for this meeting. You owe me big time."
I wasn't sure how to answer that, though I thought of a couple of ways, but
I just kept my mouth shut and we got down to work. At about 2:00 it dawned
on us that we were hungry so we call out for pizza delivery.
By the
end of the time Jim spent as a slut who woke in the morning, selected his outfit,
painted his face, fixed his hair, and then sucked cock all hugegaycock day, more than $55,000
had changed hands. He'd increased his capital debt to the accounts in his charge
by $1,500 each week in return for the privilege of masturbating into a panty or
kotex in my presence. His wardrobe costs rose many thousands more.
A man who looked and acted like a woman
might be another matter. And a man who was already so much a woman he could
never again become a man, why, he'd hugegaycock enjoy being serviced by that kind of woman. Especially -- and he looked at me -- especially if there were no charge for the
service.
