My relationship with Mourad, the man who had deflowered me in the toilets of a small neighborhood cinema, became more frequent and intimate. After deflowering me with care and love, he had whispered in my ear: "You are my little wife now", and I felt more and more like his little wife... Mourad's journey was quite exemplary of those Algerians who had chosen France at the time of the Algerian conflict. This handsome Kabyle had finished the conflict with the rank of staff sergeant, and he had been able to join the Metropolis with his mother and sister. He worked as a security manager at a small chemical plant in the Hauts de Seine, where he provided a night presence in exchange for free afternoons after his mornings of sleep.We used to see each other every Thursday, first in the same cinema where we met, and then in his little apartment in the 15th arrondissement where he made love to me once or twice (and sometimes three!) during our romantic afternoons. He loved caressing Mom's silks that I wore under my boy's clothes, and he gave me new pieces of lingerie (stockings, babydoll, corset) that I left at his place, and that I put on with pleasure as soon as I arrived at him.He liked my first name, Sylvie, given to me by Father Mussseur, and he made me an androgynous sissy in fine pink lingerie. I loved this! And then, one thing led to another, Mourad introduced me to his friends, all of whom were charmed by my ambiguous appearance as a disturbing and equivocal young sissy, adorned with my pink silk and satin underwear, and already exciting for these mature and virile men, seeking in my body a virginity already consumed, but which made them even more eager to possess me. I therefore became "Sissy Sylvie" for the pleasure of Mourad, my protector and lover, and for his friends to whom he used to offer me from time to time.Mourad posted some of my photos in sissy on a naughty site, and he immediately received several requests for meetings that he showed me and some of which he selected by asking me if it excited me to meet these men? I hesitated on certain requests, but accepted one of them coming from a middle-aged doctor, white hair and handsome face, with whom I made an appointment for one evening. Mourad helped me get ready, then drove me to the man's home. I wore a long wool coat, covering my alluring pink satin sissy outfit. I was both fearful and excited when I rang her doorbell. He opened the door, smiled at me, and I was charmed by his distinguished demeanor, his kindness and his attention to me. I I took off my wool coat and he gasped when he saw my pink satin outfit. He took me into his living room and once seated on a large sofa he offered me a glass of port, which made me feel a little dizzy, then he sat down next to me, where he began to caress the satin of my dress. , then my pink stockings, before taking me in his arms to kiss me when his right hand reached my pretty pink satin panties, in which my little sex was already erected like a banner!It was he who took care of me, stroking me, then taking my little cock between his lips and making me cum in his mouth. He undressed and I discovered that he too was wearing women's underwear, and we mingled our tongues in a sensual kiss, then in an embrace where he freed a long, thin penis from his pretty black silk panties. Almost naturally I leaned towards his crotch and then took his fragrant sex into my mouth. He was purring with pleasure as I sucked him diligently. when his penis was hard and well trained, I came to sit between his legs, pushing his member into my tight little ass. I then started to move until I felt his penis enter me and then the desire rose quickly, I I started to growl little growls as and when his intromission, then a long complaint when I felt him fully entered me. He didn ...

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