Sans titre

He followed you home and you were giddy the entire time. Your mind bubbled over with glee and the only thing you thought about was what to wear and how to show him just how grateful you were. You wanted to be the prettiest you could be for him.

When you got home he got out of his car and followed you inside. You asked him if he could wait a few minutes and he smiled. He said you were just like the other girls, and said he would wait. You giggled. You felt safe. You went upstairs.

You changed in to your smoothest and tightest little panties and a black lace bra. You wore stockings and garters and you made up your hair and your face. You put on jewelry and a polka dot dress and black high heels. You looked at yourself in the mirror. A girl stared back at you. You felt excited and you felt pretty. You wanted the man downstairs to think that you were pretty too. If he thought you were pretty, you would feel perfect and safe and loved. And you would be so thankful that you would just have to return the favor.

You walked downstairs like a real girl and your heels made a pretty clicking sound on the stairway. When you came downstairs he was sitting on the couch, and he stood up. His jeans tightened instantly and bulged around his groin. He smiled at you and said you were beautiful. He said you were sexy. He said you were the most sexy girl he had ever seen.

Something exploded inside of you. You felt pretty, and sexy, and safe, and loved. You stared right back into his eyes. He was so big and so strong. And he loved you. He saw you and he stared right at you and his pants bulged. He thought you were pretty and he thought you were sexy. He had rescued you and you were no longer alone.

You kissed him. You pressed your lips to his and felt the warmth and the strength. He pulled you in close and wrapped his arms around you. He was so strong. You would have been powerless to stop that grip if you didn’t want it. But being pulled in by this man was everything you wanted. He enveloped you, he surrounded you. He covered you in warmth and safety and love. His bulging groin got harder. Your heart hammered in your little chest and the smooth space between your legs tingled uncontrollably.

You wanted to thank him and you wanted to do anything for him in the entire world. You wanted him to feel as good as he had made you feel. You felt so beautiful and so loved. And you knew from the bulge in his pants that you, you made him happy. You made him happy. You could make him even happier. You could make him feel the love you felt from him. You slid off your dress. You stared right into his eyes and got down on your knees. You didn’t know exactly why you did it. But you felt safe and you felt loved. And he was so big and strong. It was where you wanted to be.

He stroked your face and called you beautiful again. You stared deep into his eyes and felt a lust you had never known before. He was beautiful and big and strong. He was a man. And he loved you, you! You wanted to tear him apart, to make him scream for joy, because that’s how you felt. You wanted him to feel the love and gratitude you felt for him.

You brought your hand up to his pants and unzipped his jeans. You told him he was the most beautiful and amazing man you had ever met. You told him you would do anything for him. You told him he knew your secret, and you wanted to do anything he wanted. You told him you were his.

He smiled and reached his hand down his pants. He asked if you were ready, he called you little girl. You told him you were ready for anything, with him.

He smiled and he pulled out his manhood. A thick, hard, huge penis sprang out and slapped gently across your face. It was enormous. It was huge. It was real, throbbing and pulsing and warm. The fat head pulsed with his heartbeat and was red with his blood. The shaft was stiff and thick and veins bulged through the soft skin covering a living tower of masculine marble. His balls hung down before you, large and supple and suspended tightly beneath that beautiful cock. You were face-to-face with the essence of man.

You felt awe. You knew instantly that this was the living heart of a real man. That thick, throbbing cock was the essence of power, of manliness, and strength. That enormous engorged edifice of man was everything you were not. It was everything you did not have. It was everything that was absent from the void within you. And it had the power to fill you up with all that you desired. It had power over you. It was the giver of all things you desired. You were hypnotized. You were entranced by his big fat cock.

You felt safe. You felt sexy. You felt excited. You felt alive. You felt small before this giant, beautiful cock. But when you looked up, you saw that beautiful man’s face, staring down at you and smiling. You were small. But he was big. He was huge, He would love you. His body would protect you. His beautiful big dick would fill you. He was a savior. He was a hero. And his cock was an embodiment of his power, his beauty, and his desire to make you his. He would take you. He would protect you. If you showed him what he meant to you.

You felt that you were glad to be on your knees. You were about to worship. Worship the cock, and worship the man. Worship the man who was your salvation. You grasped his magnificent dick with both hands. You felt its power and its warm throbbing manhood between your little hands. You took him in both hands, and you took his head into your mouth.

You felt undying pleasure with the head of this man on your tongue. You savored the head of his cock slowly and let the skin become slippery with the wetness of your mouth. More. You wanted more. You slid down the shaft of his cock and felt yourself moan with delight. You looked up into his eyes, and your own eyes told him that you were in love with his cock.

As you looked up, he moaned too. His eyes were wide and smiling, and his mouth hung open in an expression of joy. Joy. You caused him joy by worshipping him. Your every desire to be filled by him was filling him with joy. You didn’t just want him and his beautiful cock, him and his beautiful big cock wanted you right back. He saw you and he got hard. You took him into your mouth and he felt pleasure.

You felt beautiful. You felt sexy. You felt safe. You felt powerful. You could never have more power than him. You could never be stronger. But he cared for you, and you had power over his pleasure. You could make him feel every bit of joy that you felt at having him there to notice and love you. You could bring him pleasure.

That was your new power. It was the only.power you had. It was the only power you had ever wanted. You submitted to his power. You submitted to his love. You became his woman. Your heart glowed with joy. Your body tingled with lust.

You stroked him, you sucked him. You took his cock deeply into your mouth. You took it deeply into your throat. He moaned and jumped and quivered and joy and lust flooded through you. You felt your panties slide around your waist and your bra strap catch on your hair and you knew exactly who you were. You were a girl. A girl with a man, and a cock in her mouth, and a job to do. A joyous, sexy, beautiful job. You got to work, with joy and hunger and lust.

You stroked and sucked deeply. He moaned and told you you were amazing. You melted with pleasure and sucked harder. He moaned louder. You got excited and licked his balls. He jumped and twitched and called you a good girl. You thanked him and called him Daddy. He grabbed your head and pulled you back onto his dick. You sat on your knees and obeyed. He moaned deeply and swore.

He pulled your head off of him and pulled you up by your shoulders. You felt every ounce of his strength and his power. But he cradled you, and bent you over the couch. He whispered in your ear, like music, like love. He told you he was going to to fuck you silly. You felt joy, and you felt longing. You longed for his dick. You longed to be filled.

He slid your panties down to your knees and licked you. You moaned in surprise and pleasure and love. His tongue was wet and warm. You imagined his cock there and whimpered. You begged for it.

He slid his cock into you slowly, and filled the only void left in your life. You gasped and shuddered and you felt complete. You felt pleasure in waves so big that you stopped thinking and breathing and just whimpered. His big cock excited every last nerve and found every corner of your being. He filled your entire body with love and strength and desire. He slid out again, slowly. You begged without thinking. You begged to be fucked.

He reamed you. He fucked you raw. He filled you you until everything you were was filled with cock. Every thrust became an entire lifetime of being filled with joy and love and desire all over again. Your past existence vanished while he fucked you. You became a whimpering and awed and mindless vessel for receiving his love. You only wanted more. He thrusted harder. He thrusted faster. You wanted to die with his cock inside you. He made you cum.

You screamed and moaned and shivered. Nothing else existed but his big beautiful dick and the ecstacy of every part of you exploding in joy. He thrust deeply and you squeaked and whimpered. He told you you were beautiful. You believed him.

Your mind returned and only one thought remained. You needed to please him. You needed him to feel as good as you felt. You wanted the world for him and you wanted to serve this man, this big beautiful man, to completion. You would not rest until he came. You would not live again until his cum filled your mouth. You dropped to your knees before him in an instant and swallowed his cock. He moaned and called you baby.

You sucked him with a fevered desire to make him cum. He moaned and his cock pulsed and throbbed in your hungry mouth. You spat on your fingers and pumped his thick dick with both hands. He swore and asked for more. You stroked and sucked and slobbered and whimpered. He told you he was going to cum.

You whimpered. You begged. You were making him so happy. You were making him so hard. He was going to cum. You shrank down on your knees and stroked and swallowed his dick again and again. He started to thrust in your mouth. Every thrust brought his cock harder and harder and further into your mouth. You gagged on it and whimpered. You stroked harder and put his head on your tongue. You begged for him to give you cum. You begged him and called him Daddy and told him you would swallow it all. He told you you deserved this. He came.

He grunted and yelled and moaned and swore. His cock throbbed and thumped in your wet mouth. Big thick heavy loads of cum shot out into your mouth, on your tongue, on your lips, down your throat. Every moment brought a new thick rope of cum to fill your mouth. You whimpered and stroked. He called you a good girl. Slowly, the cum filled up your mouth. He laughed and sighed and looked down at you. He told you it was all for you.

You did it. You loved him. He loved it. He loves you. You are a sexy, lovely girl. You are a girl. This is you. You are complete. He loved you and made you happy and saved you. And you made him cum. He loves you. You know he loves you. You know he wants you. Because his cum is in your mouth. He told you you deserve it. You deserve his cum. You smiled and felt joy. You swallowed.

You felt safe. You felt complete. You felt loved. You felt like everything in the world was right. He was your big strong man. He was Daddy and lover and master of your joy. And you were his sexy little girl. You were baby girl and princess and servant of his pleasure. He loved you. And you loved him back. And now, you were his, forever.

You never felt safe. When you were growing up, you felt small, and alone. No one paid attention to you. When they did pay attention to you, it was usually to notice that you weren’t like the other boys. You were soft, quiet, meek. You got beat up constantly and you never fought back. Your dad shook his head at you once, and that was all the attention you got from him. Then he left.

As you grew up you saw the other boys start turning into men. They talked about hair and getting bigger and how good it felt to masturbate. They were so at ease in the locker room after gym class. You were just embarrassed. Your skin was soft and you were still quiet and small. And when you took your pants off and looked down, what you saw didn’t make you feel like a man. What you had wasn’t doing you any favors. It didn’t make you feel any safer. It didn’t make you feel right. It made you feel wrong. You wanted to hide it. They still beat you up. You accepted it and sometimes, you just wanted them to notice you.

You felt smooth. You felt cold, and alone, and you didn’t feel safe. The world was big and dark and dangerous. You had a friend but she couldn’t help you with that. She felt the same way as you. She was lonely too. But you didn’t know how to help.

Then one day you wanted to know how your friend felt. You wanted to know if she felt the same way as you. So you tried to be her. When she was away you climbed up the house and into her window. You opened her drawers and you found a pair of silky string bikini panties. She was lonely too, and she wished someone would notice her. So she bought those panties. But you weren’t the one she wanted to notice.

Those panties were so soft, like you, and they made you feel something deep and electric and exciting. Those panties were the sneaky hidden heart of something. They were made to be hidden, but made to be seen.

You took off your pants and pulled those panties on and up your legs. They slid so smoothly and so softly up your legs and pressed perfectly against your butt as they glided into place. They covered up your penis and you felt relief. They covered up your shame. You pushed it down between your legs and looked down and it was flat. Just smooth satin panties. No shame.

You felt alive and you felt right. You also felt manic, and crazy. The world still didn’t feel safe and you were still alone. But you felt like you were doing what you were supposed to do. You took everything else off and danced around in those panties.

You took lots of her clothes and never talked to her again. But sometimes you watched her through the window. You started to dress like her, talk like her. You felt like you were learning how to be yourself. You were still alone. You didn’t tell anyone and you waited until you came home. But then you dressed up in panties and a bra and a dress and heels and you felt your anxiety and shame go away.

One day you bought a wig and makeup and breast inserts at the mall. You took your time and dressed up exactly like a girl. You looked at yourself in the mirror, and you saw yourself. You saw a girl. You were still alone, and you still didn’t feel safe. But you could be pretty. The world liked pretty girls. Maybe someday you could be liked for being pretty. You turned out the lights and danced slow and wiggled your hips. You felt pretty. You felt warm.

You saved all your money for trips to the mall a few towns over. Every few weeks you would go to the department stores and the lingerie stores and buy what you wanted. You bought the things that looked pretty. You bought the things that would make you look pretty. You were still alone. You still didn’t feel safe. But sometimes you wondered about your friend and her panties. She wanted to look pretty and she didn’t want to be alone. You didn’t want to be alone either. You wanted to be accepted. You wanted to be safe.

You dressed up more and more and got prettier. Whenever you slid on panties your other life was tucked away and hidden. You felt warm and pretty and you even started to feel like someone else would want to see you look pretty too. Slowly, by hours and by days, you began to want someone to notice you. You wanted someone to validate you. You wanted someone to call you pretty. You were still alone. But you didn’t want to be.

You started to hope and dream. You started to imagine that someone would see you and become transfixed. Someone would see you when you were pretty and want to save you. Someone would rescue you and you would feel safe and loved. You were still alone and you still didn’t feel safe. But you wanted someone to save you so badly.

Sometimes when you dressed up you would lie down and slide your fingers between your legs and push your palm down over your groin. You would open your legs and wiggle your hand and your fingers and feel pleasure and warmth. Sometimes when you closed your eyes you would see someone else there with you. They would watch and they would call you pretty and you would feel warm and beautiful. The person you imagined started to look like a man. But you were still alone and you still didn’t feel safe.

You wore panties more. You wore sexy little pink panties to the mall and wore a bra under your undershirts. You dreamed of the person who would save you and you started to dream vividly of a man. A man who was not ashamed, a man who saw you and thought you were pretty. You would do anything to find that man. Sometimes at the mall you pulled your jeans down, and your panties showed just a little. You would walk through the mall, and dream of him. It made you walk different. It made you feel good.

Then it happened. One day you were sitting down in the bathroom and your panties were around your legs. A man accidentally opened the stall door. He was tall and good-looking and he had dark eyes and strong arms. He looked surprised, and then confused. And then his eyes went wide and he stared right at your panties. He couldn’t quite talk. His jeans stiffened around his groin.

You should have been terrified. You weren’t safe. But his pants started to bulge at the sight of you. You had never felt so warm and so happy in your entire life. You even felt playful. You felt confident. You felt like you and him were both exactly where you wanted to be.

You told him it was ok, that you were different and not like him. You weren’t like men. He asked what you were, and you told him you didn’t know. You told him you were alone, and you didn’t feel safe. And then he looked at you, and smiled. His pants were still bulging, but he reached out a hand and patted you on the head. It’s all right, pretty girl, he said. You felt safe, and you felt like he only saw you and no one else in the world. You had never felt so warm and safe and pretty in all your life, and it was all because of him.