G Is for Gemma

He ejaculated. Hot creamy juices suddenly filled my waiting mouth. He wasn't moaning now, he was crying out. In delight! He may have been totally 100% straight up to that evening and so was I, in deed if not in thought, suddenly neither of us was. For maybe twenty seconds that hot thick cock was jetting cum deep into my throat, my lover was moaning and groaning loudly as his body writhed and wriggled. He was having such fun. And I loved it. I swallowed, I swallowed hard. Every drop.

He subsided. I stood up. I stood over him. I looked down, looked at his now-shrivelled cock. And I felt sorry for him in a way. Then I remembered what he'd been doing to me all those weeks and I hardened.

"OK David. It's over. Don't you dare try to make fun of me anymore. And don't you dare think of telling anyone about my dressing-up habits. I'm sure all your friends at the Rugby club would be delighted to hear how you got sucked off by a transvestite. And how you enjoyed it - I really think you did. After all, I didn't exactly have to twist your arm, did I?"
"You bastard!" he shouted, lunging over towards me, "I'll show you ......"

I managed to move, very quickly, as he lunged towards me and fell onto the armchair. He was upset, of course he was. And still rather drunk.

"Don't you dare! You do what I say this time and there'll be no problem! I'm in charge from now on. And watch your mouth, David."

I smiled at him.

"Never ever call me a bastard again! 'Bitch' I could go with."

I turned and stormed out. Luckily I got back to my own front door without anyone else seeing me though I like to think they wouldn't have seen anything untoward if they had. Maybe another of David's girlfriends rushing out, certainly thinking about it now I don't think any of them would have realised the truth. Or anything near it.

I got in, closed the door behind me, and started crying. Not uncontrollably, you understand, just quiet whimpering. And not in despair or in distress, just small tears of relief. The plan had worked! I was out from under his thumb, I'd got myself away from David's threats and promises, just about home free. I knew - when he'd sobered up - he'd realise I had in fact won. His hold over me was finished.