Sissy Crissi Chapter 1

Now standing only a foot away, Leroy towered over me. "So, you like dark meat, Sweetie?"

Oh my god! "Excuse me," was all I could think to say, "I beg your pardon. I'm not that kind of girl."

"Give me a break. You haven't taken your eyes off my cock since I walked in the door."

Leroy leaned down and put his hand on my stocking covered knee, looked me straight in the eyes and pressed the issue, this time in a commanding tone, "Now don't play shy. Tell daddy how much you want his big black cock."

"Oh my god," I thought, and involuntarily, I glanced down at the monster in his pants once again. Oh shit, I was proving him right. I looked away quickly, grasped the seat of the chair with both hands, as if to brace myself, and sat looking down, speechless. I thought to try and get up, but unless that was Leroy's plan, it wasn't going to happen. Was this my fantasy coming true or some kind of nightmare? I was trembling and confused. The situation was actually beginning to scare me.

I shifted in my seat and leaned slightly away from the muscular black stud. The sight of his large hand now resting on my silken thigh got my attention. Starting at his hand, just below my skirt, I looked down to the high-heeled sandals on my stocking covered feet. I felt the strain of my lacy red garter straps pulling across my smooth shaven ass, as I became aware of the wetness beginning to form in my panties from my hardening sissy-clit. I may have been scared, but I was also obviously becoming very aroused.

I could smell his slightly liquored breath as Leroy, in an oddly gentle way took his free hand and placed it under my chin, and gently raised my head, turning my painted face to look at him. Again he looked me in the eyes. His voice was soft, but his words were anything but. "Now listen to me, Sweetie - we both know that there's nothing you want more than this big nigga cock in my pants, so stop playing fucking games, bitch."