A few years ago, I met several times a married man, middle-aged and not very sexy, but who wanted to be initiated and treated like a sissy. We saw each other at his place, mine or at the hotel depending on what was possible. During meetings, I wore a sexy and sober mistress outfit: black stockings with pjs, open lace thong, a very short little black backless dress. He changed when he arrived and wore white, pink, satin and lace underwear, and a transparent nightie. The beginnings. We always start by kissing deeply, my tongue invades his mouth, he moans immediately, excited by the tongue searching him and my saliva ends up dripping down his chin, which is not allowed for him. A back and forth on his cheeks, already heated by our kisses, draws a squeal from him, which has the effect of turning me on. I hold his head so he kneels and opens his mouth this time to accommodate my cock which is starting to harden. I ask him to open his lips wide so I can push myself as deep as possible into his throat. Alas, this slut lacks training: my cock comes out of his mouth, I slap him not too hard and tell him: if you want to be a good sissy, you have to do better. You have to suck me the way I want, and my cock has to go all the way in, even if you gag. Yes mistress, I will try No you will train to get there. At home you will have to take a good sized dildo and gradually push it up to the glottis. In the meantime, take my cock back, pump it well to make it grow. He complies, I encourage him with slaps and pushing on his head. He belches, I feel him resisting. I know it will take time for him to get there. But I'm really hard and horny now. I grab his ears, order him to open his jaws wide, and holding him by the ears, I give a few strokes with my pelvis so that my glans hits the bottom of hi ...

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