Roger was fascinated with me. Here I was, 25 years old with long blonde hair, a sweet bubbly girl ass, and an unquenchable thirst for cock. He liked to watch me perform the "rituals" of transforming my male body into as close as I could get to being female. I don't wish these sensations on everyone. I have an irresistable urge to be like a girl. It has been in me since long before I ever had a hard on. It has been in me since I was a little boy, playing "doctors & nurses" with my girlfriend that lived down the street. I would always have to be the doctor. I would always ask Rachel if I could be the nurse, so I could wear the nurse's dress. She thought it was wierd that I wanted to wear a dress. I think it is weird that I want to wear a dress. To this day I'll jack off, hoping that upon cumming I would stop fantasizing about being a girl, but I can't. It is fixed in my head, and it won't ever die. Don't feel sorry for me. I don't feel sorry for myself. I love decking out in girls clothes, from panties and bras to slips and hose and dresses and heels and makeup. I love submitting to a mans strong advances, I love being on my back with my legs spread wide open, and having a man inside of me. It is the most satisfying sexual feeling I have ever encountered.
Anyway, back to the "rituals". We had spent this lazy saturday around my apartment, drinking wine and snuggling while we watched porn, all the while making out and feeling each other's bodies. We intentionally didn't fuck. He knew I was his whenever he wanted, so he chose to save it for later, and teasing both of us with sweet kisses and fondling my ass. Roger liked me to tuck my cock between my legs. I wear panties 24/7, even when I go out as a guy. Roger knew what got me off. I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a tank top and some umbro shorts on top of my panties. He stripped the umbro shorts off to just leave my panties on. He liked me to tuck and he liked to rub on my pussy patch in the front of my panties. He would stick one and two fingers between my legs and caress my smushed balls like they were pussy lips. I could feel him pushing my balls somewhere inside my body, and it felt really good. We laid around for several hours just cuddling and fondling until sunset. Girls love to cuddle. I love being treated like a girl, so in turn, I love to cuddle.
After sunset we decided to prepare for the evening. I had picked out a nice dress that Roger had bought for me while on a business trip. He was 33 at the time. He liked to spoil me with lingerie and slutty dresses. We met in a bar about six months prior to this story and had been seeing each other semi-monogomously. We both agreed that we could fuck around, but neither one of us really did. I had been with one other guy in that time frame, and he with one other tranny. We liked fucking each other too much. I got prepared to get in the shower after him. He was standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist as I took of my panties to get in the bath. I drew the water and we stood around kissing while the tub filled up. When I was nude he still preferred that I tuck my manhood between my legs. I didn't mind. I wished my manhood weren't there at all.
I slinked into the bath after making out and began to lather my legs. He dropped his towel and asked if he could help. I told him I would be right out and that I was a big girl, perfectly capable of shaving my own legs and armpits. His dick was getting hard watching me shave my legs. He told me, "Ashley, I really want to shave your legs. Don't make me be forceful with you," all the while smiling.
"Fine, then" I said, "shave 'em"
Roger asked me to get out of the tub so he could shave me while standing. I washed my body first then got out. He took my pink razor and my girls shaving cream and lathered my legs. I had stubble. It had been 5 or 6 days since I shaved. He began guiding the razor up my legs and I somehow got really turned on by it. Here was this man on his knees, shaving my body with one hand and cupping my ass cheek with the other. I would stretch out for him to get all around my knees and just slightly up my inner thigh. He was kissing my thighs and shaving me, sending quivers through my body. He saw my cock getting excited and he reacted, by taking it in his mouth and sucking real tight on the head of my cock. The blood rushed to my cock tip and it was a deep pink.
"Lay down on the floor," Roger said, to which I did, putting my backside on the bath mat and grabbing his wadded up blue jeans for a makeshift pillow. He got some more shave cream.
"Spread your legs," said Roger, to which I did. Roger lathered up my balls and the spot between my legs where my pussy should have been, and lathered around my sweet crack. Roger then shaved every square inch of my crotch area, leaving a little pussy patch on top for that girl look. He took the razor and got every little thing I had between my legs. It was so erotic having him do it. There are places that are hard to reach, like right on the outside of the entrance to my backpussy. To blindly shave that area is tricky. Roger had my legs spread wide and got every little everything. I was really turned on at this point, as he was shaving and simultaneously sticking fingers in and out of my cunt, making me squirm and whince in pleasure. He shaved my balls til they were as clean as a baby's balls, just soft and squishy.
Roger had amassed quite a hard on, and after leaning up and kissing my lips, he ran his cock up my body and straight to my lips. He gripped the tub with his hands for balance and began to fuck my mouth. Roger was about 8 inches, and uncut. I loved uncut cock. It is so much fun to lick the inside of a mans uncut cock. Pulling his foreskin back and licking the part that never sees sunlight also drives an uncut cock crazy. Tons more stimulation than a regular cock. I love those, too, but uncut is a treat. With my one free hand I pulled his cock out of my mouth and focused on that sensational ring around the head. I licked and slurped it, he moaned and grinded it into my mouth. I like to grip the cock with my hand and give it a pulsating squeeze while sucking it. It makes the head throb and makes the cock as big as it can possibly get. He puled one hand off the tub and cradled the back of my head. He was at the perfect angle for dropping his rod into my lips, and I was in my favorite position, on my back, of course. With one hand behind my head he began curling my face into his cock. I slipped my lips past the head and let his full manhood go down my throat. You can suck dick a lot deeper when someone has your head in their hands. They can force it down a lot further. I let my other hand wander down to my freshly shaved balls and taint and began massaging myself while Roger face fucked me. My balls were loaded with fluid and they felt so good from being shaved. I played with them like marbles in a sack while I devoured his cock he was ramming into my lips. Roger shot some pre-cum, getting me thirsty for his juices. I furiously rubbed at my taint and balls as Rogers fucking motion intensified nearing orgasm. I grabbed my cock and began jerking it, tears of joy trickling out of my eyes from trying to take all of Roger's cock. He started fucking my face really hard and moaning. I furiously lapped at his cock while pulling on mine, then it happened. Roger shot a huge load into my lips. He liked to pull out and aim his cum at my mouth. I liked that because as it would shoot I would lap and grab the head of his cock with my lips, careful as to not miss any for my thoat. I came a big load all over myself and after Roger came he slid on top of me, kissing me and letting my cum bond our bodies together. He liked to taste his own cum, and what little was left of it was around my lips. He kissed me furiously, licking the sides of my mouth for any extra cum that was available. Needless to say, I put my dress back in the closet, we opened another bottle of wine, put on some more porn and fucked throughout the night. I miss Roger.