I like the way this man comes across. He is simple and straight forward. His name is Marcus and he is a man in his late forties. He is a bit taller than me, but not too much. I've always had a thing for a man who can make me feel small in a way that makes me want to be dominated.
Marcus has this way about him that is both endearing and slightly off-putting. He's nervous, but not in a cute, fumbling way. It's more like a coiled spring, ready to snap at any moment. His eyes dart around the room as he speaks, never quite meeting mine. I can tell that he's trying to be open and honest, but it's clear that it's difficult for him. He's wearing a simple white shirt and black pants, but I know what he wants to be wearing.
You see, Marcus has a penchant for dressing in women's clothing. Specifically, he likes the vintage kind - girdles, corsets, and the like. He's been quite open about it in our chats online, and I must admit that it's a bit of a turn on for me. I've never been with a man who enjoys wearing women's clothes from that era, but along with Tony, my husband, I've always been open to new experiences, especially when it comes to sex.
We've been talking for a few weeks now, and I've been eager to see what he looks like in his "feminine attire." So, when he suggests we meet at his place, I don't even hesitate.
Add to that, I've always enjoyed a medium sized, thicker cock more than those long, skinny ones. There's just something about the way a man with a good, sturdy cock can fill me up that makes me feel complete.
As I arrive at his flat, I'm greeted by the smell of incense and the faint sound of classical music. It's a quaint little place, filled with antique furniture and knick-knacks that remind me of my grandmother's house. He's dressed in a frilly apron and has a tray of tea and shortbread waiting for me. The apron does little to hide the bulge in his pants, and I can't help but smile at the thought of what's to come.
"Jane," he says, his voice quivering slightly, "I'm so glad you could make it."
"Marcus," I reply, my voice dripping with seduction and control, "I've been looking forward to this."
He shows me to his cozy room, where a chair is set up in the center, surrounded by a mountain of vintage lingerie. I can see his eyes widen as he takes in my figure, and I know he's just as eager as I am to get this show on the road.
"Would you like to help me choose?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He is very well spoken, which I like.
"I'd love to," I say, walking over to the pile.
I pick through the delicate fabrics, feeling the silk and lace against my fingertips. I've always had a soft spot for vintage lingerie - there's something so sensual about it. I finally settle on a girdle that looks like it could have belonged to my great-aunt. It's a bit too small for me, but that's part of the appeal. I hold it up to my waist and give him a wink.
Marcus's face turns a deep shade of red, and I can see his cock straining against his pants. He nods, his eyes glued to my chest. I can tell he's trying to keep his composure, but he's failing miserably.
"Let's get you into this," I say, taking charge.
I help him out of his clothes, revealing a body that's surprisingly fit for his age. His chest is hairy, with a trail leading down to his thick, uncut cock. I can't help but lick my lips at the sight. He steps into the girdle, and I pull it up, watching as his cock and balls get squeezed into the tight embrace of the garment. He winces a bit, but the look in his eyes tells me he's loving every second of it.
I tighten the laces in the back, watching the fabric dig into his flesh. His big cock is now a pronounced bulge, and I can't resist giving it a gentle squeeze. He gasps, and I can feel the heat radiating off his body.
"How does that feel?" I ask, my voice low and sultry.
"It's... it's amazing," he stammers.
I pick out a pair of stockings and garters next, and he steps into those with trembling legs. I roll them up, feeling the softness of his skin against my fingertips. His cock is now standing at attention, and I decide it's time to take things up a notch.
"Lay down on the bed," I instruct him, pointing to the four-poster in the corner of the room.
He does as he's told, and I climb on top of him, straddling his waist. I start to unbuckle the girdle, but he stops me.
"No," he says, his voice firm for the first time tonight, "not yet."
I raise an eyebrow but do as he says, sliding down his body instead. I kiss his stomach, feeling the corset's boning press into his flesh. His cock is so hard it's practically begging for attention, so I give it what it wants. I take it in my mouth, feeling the velvety softness of his skin and the firmness of his shaft. He tastes faintly of soap and sweat, and I love it.
Marcus moans, his hips bucking slightly. "Oh, Jane," he whispers.
I suck him deep, feeling his cock hit the back of my throat. He's not the biggest I've ever had, but he's definitely got the girth that I crave. I can feel myself getting wetter by the second.
I decide it's time to really get this party started. I stand up and remove my own clothes, revealing my voluptuous body to him. He stares, his eyes glazed over with desire.
"Now, let's get you into something more...comfortable," I say, winking.
I pull out a corset from the pile and help him put it on. It's a beautiful shade of red, and it cinches in his waist, making his hips look even more pronounced. The laces are tight, and I can see his breath catch every time I pull them tighter.
"How does that feel?" I ask again, running my hands over the fabric.
"It's... tight," he gasps, "but good."
I straddle him again, and this time I reach down to unbuckle the girdle. His cock springs free, and I can't help but stare. It's thick and veiny, just how I like it. I lick my lips and slide down his body, taking him in my mouth again.
This time, he doesn't stop me. He just lays there, moaning, as I suck and lick him. His hands are in my hair, guiding me, but not too forcefully. He's letting me take control, and I love it.
As I'm working him over with my mouth, I feel his hands on my breasts. He's kneading them gently, and I know he wants more. I sit up and pull the corset down, exposing my large, round tits. He stares at them like a man just out of prison.
"Do you like these, Marcus?" I purr.
He nods, his eyes never leaving my chest. I lean down and let him take a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. It sends a jolt of pleasure through my body, and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge.
But before things can go too far, I stop. I want to save the best for last.
"It's time," I say, standing up and walking over to the chair.
He looks confused, but I just smile. "Trust me, you're going to love this."
I sit down and spread my legs, giving him a clear view of my soaking wet pussy. He stammers a bit, but then he gets up and approaches me, his cock bobbing in the air.
He's nervous, and it's adorable. I can tell he's not used to being in this position, but I'm going to make sure he's comfortable. I grab his cock and guide it to my open cunt, feeling the heat and the smoothness of his skin.
And then, with one swift movement, he's inside me. It's like nothing I've ever felt before. He's thick and fills me up in a way that makes me want to scream. I lean back in the chair, my breasts bouncing with every thrust.
Marcus starts to fuck me with a passion that I didn't know he had in him. His nails dig into my thighs, and he's panting like a wild animal. I can feel his cock pulsing inside me, and I know he's close.
"Cum for me," I whisper, my voice barely audible.
And with that, he lets go. His cock spasms, and he shoots his load deep inside me. I feel it fill me up, and it's more than I can handle. I come hard, my body shaking with pleasure.
As we lay there, tangled in the vintage lingerie, I know that this isn't the end of his adventure. It's just the beginning.
Marcus isn't just a man who enjoys dressing in women's clothing. He's a man who's been hiding his true self for far too long. And now, he knows he can accept it, he's finally free to explore his desires without fear.
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