Aloisa
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I hope to make a collection of short posts to make up the longer story. Last time I wrote a story for this forum I didn't get very far. I will try to do better, this time.
Chapter 1:
I first met her on a Sunday afternoon when I had been sitting in the garden of an out-of-the-way pub in the town closest to me. I was sitting alone at a corner table when I saw her exit the bar and take the table next to mine. She was quite tall, had long red hair, and wore a white vest top and a purple, wrap-around skirt. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she glanced around and took out her phone. She hardly seemed to notice me and as was my habit, my eyes slipped down to her feet. She was wearing open sandals and I was immediately enamoured with her pink painted toes. I have always loved a sexy woman's feet and I could have spent hours gazing at hers.
I saw a small tattoo on her ankle and it took me a moment to work out what it was. I hadn't realised how obvious my stare was and only realised as her feet shuffled and she stood up, that her ankle bore a queen of spades tattoo. I almost gasped out loud as I realised what I was looking at.
"Hey," she said as I first saw her skirt sway towards me, and then looked up to see she was standing opposite me.
"Do you want some company?" she asked, very casually.
"Sure, please," I stuttered as I gestured to a seat.
She sat down and smiled gently as she did so. I noticed that though she was very beautiful, she looked a little dishevelled as though she had been at work all day before coming out. I guessed that she was in too much of a hurry to go home after work, or something similar. Her hair had been hastily tied back and I can think of no other way to say it other than that she looked as though she hadn't washed for a day or two.
"Are you a sissy?" she asked calmly while looking directly into my eyes.
I wondered how she could know. Was she just making a joke? I had long hair but was sure there was nothing about my appearance that should arouse anybody's suspicion.
"I... erm. Pardon?" I said, flustered and not knowing where to look.
"I asked if you are a sissy," she said. "I saw you looking at my feet and all sissies love feet. It's okay, I like sissies."
I had no idea what to say. I looked at my d-rink and told her it was a nice day.
"You're blushing bright red," she said with a laugh. "Don't worry. I won't tell."
She held out her hand and I took it feebly in mine and shook it lightly.
"I'm Lisa," she said. "Do you know what this is?" she asked as she pointed at her ankle tattoo.
My mouth was so dry.
"Is it a queen of spades?" I asked, still looking down at my d-rink.
"Yes," she said. "Do you know what it means?"
"I guess it means you like black guys or something," I said, feeling my voice quiver.
"Kind of," she said, "but it's more than that. I love getting fucked by black men. I will let any black guy get between my legs any time he wants and I just can't get enough of it. I am pretty sure you spend a lot of time reading and thinking about girls like me."
I smiled a little and thought about denying it, but there was something unchallenging and even warm about her attitude and I thought there was no harm in just going along with the conversation. I had no idea what to say to her.
"Who is your favourite?" she asked.
"My what?" I stuttered.
"Oh come on. Who is your favourite porn star? I bet you know loads of them. Tell me."
My mind reeled as my favourite changed from one day to another, but I had been watching Ella Nova being drilled long and hard by black cock just before coming out, that day, and for a moment my mind drifted as I pictured her with her legs spread as wide as possible, in a recent release, as a huge black guy pounded her pussy without mercy.
"Ella Nova," I said, with a little more confidence. "She is stunning."
"Oh, she sure is," said Lisa. "But I have only ever seen her film with one guy. That's missing so much of the fun. Any girl who is serious about black cock wants one in her mouth while another takes care of her."
I didn't know what to say. I looked around and checked that nobody was close enough to hear us. The garden was still almost empty.
"I can tell you're in the closet," she said as she looked at her phone. "That's okay. I like a shy sissy. They're fun to play with."
I loved the way her eyes fixed on me for a second and then flickered away as though she couldn't summon up more than the mildest interest.
"I bet you've never even tasted another man's cum, have you?" she asked.
"I'm not sure I would... I mean, why would I..."
"I can fix that," she said, interrupting me with her confident but aloof manner.
"Come a bit closer, just for a second. Pretend you have to whisper something to me," she said.
She leaned into me and smiled fondly as though we were old friends. When her face was just about a foot away, it hit me and it was very strong. She smelled of something I couldn't quite identify. It was an unclean smell and there was something of body odour about it. It didn't match her beauty and seemed quite out of place. She winked at me and leaned back again, raising up her arms to give a gentle yawn.
"You can smell the sweat of the two black guys I slept with last night. I met them at the club around the corner. They both work on the doors and they took me to their place. They fucked me all night and we had a second session this morning. Just two hours ago I had a black cock in my mouth and another one pounding me from behind."
She leaned forward again and said "I am so tired," as she yawned again, right in my face.
Her breath smelled so strong. It wasn't like the usual bad breath that can make you want to vomit, but it was a very strong smell and there was nothing fresh about it. She smiled broadly at me.
"I bet you could cum just from me talking to you like this," she said. "I love a little sissy who is turned on by black cock. You are one, aren't you?"
I looked from side to side, now paranoid that this was a joke and that somebody else must be listening in. I saw nobody.
"It's okay. I can tell. I bet you spend ages watching pretty girls taking black cocks. It's so easy to watch porn these days. I bet you are an expert and know all the best videos." She winked at me and sat back in her seat again.
I saw her shuffle in her seat and she put her hand down beneath her skirt. I couldn't see what she was doing. After a minute she brought her hand back into view and then suddenly moved towards me. I tilted my head up, in surprise, and she began to swat at my left cheek with her hand, as though she was removing some food from my face. I could see two of her fingertips coated with something thick and shiny. I wasn't thinking clearly and just gazed up at her.
"You've got a bit here," she said, as she slid her fingers slowly across my top lip. The smell was overpowering. I had smelled and even eaten my own cum a few times and the acrid scent of slightly stale semen was something I couldn't mistake.
"And here," she continued, as she pushed her fingertips just a little way into my mouth and then slid them up again until one was beneath each of my nostrils.
"Inhale," she whispered to me, and I did.
My head was spinning and I couldn't believe what was happening. A beautiful girl was covering my nose with the scent of her fucking two black men. I didn't know if I wanted to run away or faint. Something about the scent drove me wild and I thought I might burst with lust.
"Oh. I think I am going to have a lot of fun with you," she said as she leaned back into her seat and took a sip of her d-rink.
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Aloisa
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Chapter 2:
I sat gazing at her. She was so beautiful and every movement and expression she made seemed perfect. My nostrils were filled with the musky scent from traces of her lovers' cum that she had deposited on my face and nose and I could taste a strong tang of it from where her fingers had pushed some between my lips. She had pushed my sissy experiences further than I imagined they would ever go, in the space of just a few minutes. I felt so much love for her; she was my perfect goddess and I was desperate to please her.
"I never shower after sex," she said, as she swayed her torso from side to side a little, as though she was sharing the aroma of her lovemaking with the world. "Never," she said again, more emphatically.
"I am not filthy. I will only go a day or two with the body fluids of my lovers drying on my skin, but I love to do it. I love the smell of a black man's sweat and cum all over me. I see no reason to care what anybody else thinks of it." She put both of her palms to her face and inhaled deeply as though she was smelling a bouquet of flowers.
"I always jerk them as long as they will let me after they cum. That way, I can easily enjoy the smell of their cocks whenever I like."
She pushed both of her hands towards my face, as though she was trying to show me something.
"Go on," she whispered before her smile turned into a broad grin. "I know you love it."
Though much more comfortable with her than before, I still glanced around to make sure nobody was looking. Then, I edged forward until my nose was touching her palms and though the smell of sweat was all around her at this close range, I could detect something else on her palms and the inside of her fingers. It was a more striking scent with a crisp edge to it. It was very strong and almost made me wretch, for just a moment.
"What a good little sissy you are," she said with a warm smile and a slight giggle. "Did you like my sharing the taste and smell of their cum with you? Well, now you can get used to the smell of black cock, too."
She raised her hands up higher, pushed them onto my forehead and then rubbed them up and down my nose and cheeks. The smell was overpowering and it nearly provoked a gagging reflex but I breathed slowly and braced myself as it filled my nostrils. When she took her hands away, the smell was still there. She gave me a sly smile and looked to either side, sniffing as she did so. Then she leaned toward me and smelled my face.
"There," she said, with a wink. "You smell of black cock. Anybody who didn't know better would think you have been sucking off black guys."
I gulped and thought that at times like this living alone has definite advantages.
"I don't want you to wash today, either," she said. "I guess you will have to wash before you go to work, or whatever, but I want you to leave that smell on your face for as long as you can."
"What do you do, for work?" I asked, immediately feeling strange at having raised such a mundane subject after all of the excitement she had given me. It struck me that she hadn't asked anything about me and didn't even know my name.
"I work in music promotion," she said with a disinterested tone. "It pays pretty well and a lot of the time I just work over the phone so it doesn't matter if I smell like a whore." She smiled briefly as she said that.
"I fuck most of the customers. They are bands, DJs and their crews around London for the most part. The managers know I fuck the guys but if the customers are happy then everybody is happy," she said with a shrug. Neither of us spoke for a minute and I realised that my introducing ordinary, boring conversation was probably a mistake. She wasn't interested in me as a person beyond being a sissy. She sipped her d-rink and regarded me for a moment. I realised I had not touched my d-rink since she sat down and lifted it towards my mouth.
"Uh uh," she said, waving her finger in front of my face. "Sissies don't wash the taste of cum out of their mouth for anything. I don't expect you to die of thirst but for now, you are not putting anything in your mouth unless I tell you to". She smiled very sweetly as she said that.
"So tell me," she said, leaning forward and looking enthusiastic again. "Do you wear girl's clothes? I bet you want to, even if you don't."
"Oh," she said before I had a chance to reply. "I see that perked you up." I realised I had leaned forward as I prepared to gush about my collection of girly things and she must have detected my excitement. Over the next five minutes or so I told her how I has been collecting girl's outfits for years and that I didn't go out very often and dressed up in feminine things almost every evening. I told her how I experimented with make-up and had learned to apply it fairly well. She laughed when I told her that a few years ago, I shifted from wearing so much lingerie and very sexy outfits and had begun to just wear skirts, t-shirts and hold-up stockings most of the time because I found them more comfortable. She seemed pleased when I told her that these days, I tried to wear the kinds of things a real woman of my age would wear, rather than extremely sexy outfits.
"But you don't dress all the time. That's a shame but I know only very few guys are blessed with a form that can pass as truly feminine," she said. "Are you wearing panties now?"
"No," I told her. I wasn't afraid to wear panties under my clothes and had done from time to time, but I tried not to think about sissy things too much when I was going about my daily business. On this rarest of occasions, I felt disappointed with myself that I couldn't tell her that I always wore panties.
"Well, I think we can do something about that," she said. "Wait here!"
With that, she put her phone into her little black handbag and trotted off towards the back entrance of the pub, where the toilets could be found. I only had a minute or two to wonder what she was doing when she returned, skipping slightly as she hurried back to the table.
"Here," she said, holding her hand towards me, under the table. "Go and put these on."
I faltered for a minute but certainly didn't want to do anything that might spoil her interest in me. I reached out and took hold of a small, slightly damp bundle of lilac cloth; obviously her panties.
She leaned close to me and whispered "Make sure you lick the gusset before you put them on. I will know if you haven't."
I could feel her body warmth still on the panties as I pushed them into my pocket and walked to the front bar of the pub, where the toilets were quieter and I was less likely to receive any attention. I walked straight into a cubicle and locked the door, and then struggled a little to take off my shoes and remove my jeans in such a confined space. Opening up her panties, I saw the dampness of her sweat around the leg holes and several dried patches of white with a yellow tint in the delicate gusset. I gasped and paused. It was easy to be passive as she put her cummy fingers between my lips but this time, tasting the crusty cum in her panties would take dedicated action on my behalf. I felt myself turning red as I brought the panties up to my face. The smell was pungent and it overwhelmed my senses. I felt as though the small cubicle was spinning around me as I reached out my tongue and lapped at one of the patches of white. The strong flavour immediately covered my tongue and as my saliva mixed with the crusted cum, it became slimy again. I licked twice more and then allowed my tongue to return to my mouth, the scent and taste instantly invading it. I had already had a small taste from her fingers but now there was no denying it; my mouth was filled with the taste of a black man's stale cum and I wasn't prepared for the intensity of excitement in produced in me.
Snapping my head out of my lustful state, I removed my underwear and slid the panties up my legs. I shuddered as they settled, tight and still warm around my hard cock. I was shaking with excitement at the thought of the fabric having so recently been wrapped around her pussy, as it was still sore and stretched from her being filled with black cock. Struggling to focus, I put my jeans and shoes back on, and hurried back to the garden. I saw her sitting at our table talking to somebody on her phone. I heard her say "Yeah, it's great. See you tonight," before putting her phone down and smiling at me. I sat back at the table and looked at her, once again transfixed by her beauty. I loved this woman so much that it hurt.
"You took a while," she said with a smile. "Did you?" she asked.
"Yess," I groaned as I felt a shudder go through me. "It's very strong. It was a lot easier when you made me taste it."
"Don't worry," she said. "Before I am finished with you, you won't think anything of tasting the guys who have been fucking me. Admit it. You love it, don't you?"
"I do," I replied. "I am so turned on I can't stand it."
"Good, she said. "Because you are such a cute and shy sissy, I won't tell you not to masturbate when you get home. In fact, I want you to make sure you cum with the gusset of my panties in your mouth at least three times. Can you do that for me?"
"I promise," I said. I wanted to masturbate as soon as I could but didn't want to do anything to hasten the end of my time with this goddess.
"Give me your number," she said. I gave it to her and she keyed it into her phone.
"My name is..." I began.
"I don't care," she interrupted. She turned her phone around and showed me her address book. "Black cock loving sissy" was written as the contact name for my number. I blushed bright red.
"Now give me your underwear," she said. "I want to make sure you have no choice but to wear mine until you get home."
I did as she asked and found myself writhing in my seat and I was able to feel the crusty coating of her panties rubbing against my delicate skin.
"Never call me," she said. "You can text me now and then but I am only interested in hearing that you are watching videos of girls being railed by black cock or that you are thinking about being a sissy for black guys. Now, leave your d-rink and get on your way. I think you have some business to take care of at home. I will see you again. It might be here but it might not; I will let you know."
I had no idea what the right thing to say was. I knew I would do anything at all to be able to spend some more time with this girl of my wildest dreams. I stood and stooped towards her, planning to kiss her on the cheek.
"No," she said, pulling away from me. "That's all you're getting today. I am being picked up in ten minutes and I don't want this guy knowing I have been playing with you. It's time to go."
I turned around, squirming a little at the feel of her panties against my moving legs, and walked out of the garden to begin my journey home.
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