It's been weeks since that mystery stud turned everything in my world upside down, turned me into a girl, made me utterly addicted to every aspect of his masculinity, then dropped me off back into my old life and leaving without a word. It wasn't easy to go back to my old, boring life after living what could have been for a night and day, I missed it. Desperately. I tried to reach out to the people at the party, but just like my mysterious stud, I didn't know any of their names and what would I say? That I was the hot chick that looked like Hailee Steinfeld at the party and I'm trying to find the guy they saw me blow multiple times and go home with? What would I even say when I found him? Was I just some cheap thrill? He told me not to cut my hair, that must mean he wants to see me again, right? Or was I just a one-time thrill he'd get out of his system and never think about again? I don't know if I could accept that.
In my free time now, I try and relive small parts of it. Dolling myself up when I'm home alone, putting on my breast forms on a chilly day. I've even started recreating the tape contraption to tuck myself that was once my least favorite thing in the world, but now I don't feel whole unless the only response to stimulation I can muster is to leak, even if the thought of him is the only thing that turns me on now. I try watching videos with men that look like him, but they're never the right combination of ripped, hung, and dominant yet patient. I've even gone to great lengths to privately buy dildos to try and recreate a fraction of that pleasure on my own but it just isn't the same. I miss the cock, yes, but I miss the man its attached to as well. That beautiful, dark, mysterious man. It feels like there's an emptiness inside of me without him, both literally and figuratively.
That brings me to this week, another Friday, I'm getting ready to go to work for 8 hours before returning for another lonely weekend longing for a man that has long forgotten me. I looked at myself in the mirror, using my hands to make my hair mimic the ponytail I wore that night. I'd pose and poke my lips out, momentarily becoming Jocelyn once again. My phone started to ring but I was lost in the moment initially, nobody really called me for anything interesting, probably something work-related. But then I caught it in the corner of my eye, the contact image. It was me, well, the Jocelyn version of me, smiling at the camera with my mystery man's cock lying across my face. His balls tucked into my puffed out cheeks, it looked like i was trying to smile for the photo. I must have been drunk because I don't remember this at all. After taking in the image, I noticed the name of the contact calling me, it simply read "DADDY" and I felt a chill run up my spine and a familiar dampness in the front of my pants as I rushed to answer it.
"Hello!" I said, worried I sounded both too desperate and too masculine. I quickly cleared my throat and spoke in the higher register. "H- Hey, stud. I was just heading to work unless-" OK. At least I didn't sound too masculine anymore.
"No, Jocelyn get that cute little ass to work. I'll pick you up at 7:00."
"Yes, Daddy." I said without a second thought as he hung up and to my surprise, I was dancing involuntarily as I got ready for the day ahead.
Work felt very long, the kind of drag I could never get into. But I was excited and it showed through my mood. All day my coworkers were telling me "Wow, Jake! You look like you're walking on air, who's the lucky lady?" It took everything I had in me to not immediately start shouting that IT'S ME! I'M THE LUCKY LADY! BE EXCITED FOR ME! But I kept it to myself, I'd have plenty of opportunities to shout tonight. Eventually, the day finally ended and I went to my room to get ready, I did everything but my make-up, put on some boots, tucked my heels into the pocket of the overcoat I used to cover my dress until I was a safe distance from anyone I knew in the passenger seat of Daddy's car. I put down the visor to use the mirror for my make-up, but he suggested I take care of him first before the make-up, that way I didn't ruin it. I never thought the sexy thing I'd ever here was someone asking me to suck their cock while doing nothing to my own, but the suggestion nearly made me melt right there.
It was a little disappointing not having the space to maneuver enough in the car to get his balls out of his pants, I had been thinking about recreating that picture I didn't know he'd taken with my phone all day. But his cock was more than enough fun to hold me over until I had the chance to let him tower over me again. At red lights, he would guide my chin up to kiss him, my hand not fully reaching around his throbbing cock to continue pumping while my mouth was otherwise occupied. When I would see his handsome brown eyes and prickly stubble illuminated by the green light, I would smile at him as if I were saying goodbye before returning to my important task. I thought we had stopped at another red light, but he never brought me in for another kiss, so I stayed to my task. I don't know what fancy restaurant we were going to or what exotic food they would serve us, but the odds were slim that it would taste as heavenly as the pre-cum I'd been slurping from his slick, throbbing head not to mention the full load that had shot down my throat in what felt like several helpings. When I finally brought my head back up I realized we'd been in the parking lot of the restaurant the whole time we'd been stopped. I caught my breath then looked over at him, he was smiling at me. I pulled down the visor to make sure there was nothing left on my face, when I suddenly was hit with the realization.
"Oh no! My make-up! This ride was a lot shorter than I thought."
"This was a 90 minute drive, Joss."
"Oh... Good for you. But since you're not driving anymore..." I climbed over the seat to sit in his lap, pulled down his visor, and did my make-up with him watching approvingly behind me. He kept rubbing my leg, getting closer and closer to my crotch. I couldn't help but continue getting butterflies and leaking. I think my tuckjob was keeping it contained, but it was getting more frequent. After I finished, I looked at him. "With me right here, it's gonna be pretty hard for my handsome gentleman to get the door for me." I teased. He looked unphased, scooped me in one arm as if I weighted nothing, opened the driver's side door and got out, cradling me in one smooth motion. I wrapped my arms around his neck, resting on his shoulders, I looked into his eyes, he was in control of every aspect of this. It felt like every choice I've made was somehow set in motion by him to bring me further into being Jocelyn. Being HIS Jocelyn. He let me down so I could swap my boots for the heels and leave the jacket in the car. He admired me, allowing me to walk in front of him for a few moments, not hiding the fact he was looking at my ass as it swayed across the parking lot.
"Take a picture, it lasts longer." I stuck my tongue out.
"I have." He said, making me blush a bit. When we went inside, he switched to a more publicly appropriate setting and I followed his lead. It felt like a real date, or at least what I imagine a real date is supposed to feel like. He told me all about himself, but never a name. When he paid, he excused himself. They brought back his credit card and this was it, the moment. My moment. I could just grab the bill, get his name and this curiosity about him would be out of my system. Maybe if I just answered this question, the mystery was fade and I could be a straight guy again. But I... Didn't want that. I was having the time of my life with this mystery man, and if the price for amazing sex, feeling beautiful, and having something to do on the weekends was not knowing his name, it was worth it. I turned my eyes away as he approached. Smiling at me as if I passed some kind of test. He didn't need to say it, his stare was all the "good girl" I needed.
In the parking lot I raced him back to his car, but he was too athletic, easily darting past me and opening the door. I asked him what he won for beating me, he told me that dessert was on me as he kissed me with a passion that made me tremble and soak myself again. We got back to his place as he basically tore the dress off of me as I tugged at his thick leather belt. Before I knew it, we were both naked. My pale, soft body held against his dark, rock hard one. My head came to about his pecs, which I spent a lot of time kissing while my hands explored his abs and arms. His rough but firm hands groped my ass. I leaned back, and asked him what about dessert. He directed me to the kitchen counter, lifting me to lay atop it. He told me not to move, so I sat perfectly still. He came back with a can of whipped cream, shaking it, drawing my eyes to his balls going along with the motion. They already looked so full again. I had to fix that. But he wouldn't let me take part, I had to sit back and let him do his thing. He removed my breast forms before spraying whipped cream on my nipples, a line down my tummy, and then over the front of my panties. Then on my neck. Then on my lips.
He started to kiss me on the lips, then started to kiss off the cream going down from there, taking a few chances to nibble, each time making me moan a little. He got to my crotch and started to kiss and lick as if he were going down on a real girl. It felt so sensitive, unexpected, and overwhelming that I couldn't help but wrap my arms around his head and rock back and forth along with him until he stood up, leaving me whimpering as he helped me up, laid across the counter himself and handed me the can. I did the same. His lips, his neck, outlining the ripples of his muscles, leading down to his cock, I added some to the balls so I could give them attention too, then I started up the shaft, which was so long and hard that the can went empty halfway up. He moaned and called me a good girl, kept grunting "Jocelyn" when he liked what I was doing. I decided to take both of his balls into my mouth again, lapping my tongue around to clean them off before licking up and down his shaft to get him worked up. Once it was all the way clean and slick with my saliva he directed me to climb aboard. I did without question. He held his cock in place as I pressed my ass against it and started to slide down the lubed-up monster. The dildos helped keep me ready for this, but they were NOTHING like the real thing. I couldn't keep my eyes open it felt so good. I began to rock back and forth, feeling him invade every inch of my insides as I struggled to slide further and further down upon it. He grabbed my hips with his rough hands and started to guide me in the motion before leaving me to it. He wasn't doing this to me, I was riding him on my own. The ultimate submission to his dominance, submitting of my own free will.
It went like that for most of the night, needless to say, we didn't get much sleep. Sometimes I would be on top, sometimes him. He sent me to bed before going to clean up the kitchen. I noticed some bills on his nightstand, another chance to find out his name. No, it must be another test. Plus I was too worn out to move regardless. How he still had the energy to clean up is a mystery. I finally dozed off as he climbed back into bed beside me and I automatically turned over to assume the position of little spoon. In the morning he was up ahead of me with enough time to start coffee, I put on one of his shirts and joined him. He told me he had some work to do, but I was welcome to wait here for him and we could go out again. I pointed out that he had torn all of the clothes I brought. He smiled and said he has a tailor down the street that could set me up with an outfit or several, depending on how long I want to stay.
"I'm not sure I can afford this, baby." I said. I assumed he'd pay but I didn't WANT to assume.
"I'll take care of it, Jocelyn. When you get there just tell 'em Miles sent you."
