The Present, Part 27
Part 27
When Chris hesitated, Julia started by echoing the phrase he had repeated for her. “You have a fuckable ass, girl,” she said. As she spoke, she continued working the sweet spot she had found. “And you’ve been talking about your obsession with hard cocks all afternoon.”
“N-no,” Chris said, halfway between his natural voice and the feminine tone he had been urged to maintain. He was somewhat rejecting the suggestion that he was ‘obsessed’ with such a thing, but mostly trying to get her to stop saying stuff like that while he was starting to harden. Avoiding some degree of a mental image was impossible, especially when he didn’t have Julia’s body to distract him while she was positioned back there.
Julia just chuckled. “No? So, you’re not wet right now? And you don’t want me to fuck you? Okay.” She removed her fingers from between his cheeks and gave his ass a playful slap. “Then we should get dressed and go back downstairs.”
“Wait!” he exclaimed, back in the girl voice that had gradually been getting more consistent thanks to how he had been stuck using it for a while now. He still wanted to fuck Julia or, more accurately, the reverse now that she had coaxed him into exploring. It was just- The language she was using to describe him and what they were doing together was just a lot. Couldn’t they just speak normally, and fuck normally? However, he was in way too deep at this point.
“Yes?” Julia asked. Her tone was still flirty, and she cupped the cheek she just slapped. Giving a small squeeze, she murmured, “I know, you’re still getting used to being a girl. The dirty talk is a little different, isn’t it?”
That was one word for it. He just nodded, easily falling for her reassuring touch. After the brief absence of her hand, he was nervous she’d pull away again and this would be all over. Awkward as it was, he was committed to the hot, mixed girl who had him bent over the desk. Now that they were here, and she was half naked, his crush on Sadie was nothing by comparison.
“Try this, Chrissy.” After another squeeze, she began gently pushing her fingers back inside, while leaning forward to be closer to his ear. “Tell me . . . ‘My pussy is so wet.’”
He cringed, but cleared his throat and kept up the feminine tone to echo the phrase, “My pussy is so wet.”
“Mmm,” she purred, “Now, say . . . I want a hard cock in my sissy ass.”
It was mostly the same as what he had already reluctantly repeated a number of times, just with a slight twist. Once again, against his better judgment, he followed Julia’s lead and said the words that kept him in a confusing state of turned on while dealing with images that conflicted with his straight-ness.
Julia sighed. “No, Chrissy. Say it like you mean it. It would be hot if you moaned a little, too. Can you do that for me?” She punctuated her question by pushing her fingers more deeply inside of him, close to where she was before.
He naturally exhaled from the sensation, and belatedly tried to turn it into some kind of girly grunt. “I want . . . I want a hard cock,” he sighed, only able to make it so far.
“Yeah, you do,” Julia muttered, “That’s my sissy slut. Okay, just one more. Then I promise I’ll stay and show you what it’s like to be fucked by a boy.”
That wasn’t- He didn’t- Before he could say anything about the not so subtle shift from talking about cocks to talking about liking boys, Chris felt himself harden from how Julia worked him with her fingers. He had to bite back what would have been a slight moan, as the whole voice thing made him constantly hesitant to make any kind of bedroom noise despite how Julia had recently encouraged it.
“Remind me what you want to swallow?” Julia asked, prodding him with both the question and her touch. “The whole thing, Chrissy. My pussy was wet when you said it earlier.”
Right. She had mentioned that this whole feminization thing had intrigued her as a bisexual girl. And, sure enough, referencing her own body like that was enough to keep Chris hooked even though he still didn’t appreciate all the male references while being hard. “I want- I want to . . . ” He trailed off. Amy already had a video of him saying it, and he had dealt with saying the mortifying phrase a few times beyond that. Still. Closing his and tensing up as Julia gave a firm rub to the sweet spot back there, he quietly concluded, “ . . . swallow a guy’s cum.”
“That’s a good girl,” Julia said, “You really are a sissy, aren’t you? You’re more into cocks than any girl I’ve ever met. Cocks in your mouth, cocks in your ass. I’m sure you’d love to give a boy a handjob, too. As long as he blows his load in your mouth, right? Although you’d obviously prefer a guy shoving his cock down your throat.” While hitting him with each crass visual, Julia reached around and brushed her fingers against Chris’s now totally smooth manhood. If there was any chance of him going soft, that was no longer going to happen now that he was actually being stimulated down there. “I bet you’d like a guy cumming on your face, too. Oh my God, Chrissy. You’re SO wet. I knew you liked boys.”
His body was completely betraying him. Julia was being super obvious with her teasing/gaslighting, yet Chris ended up throbbing down there thanks to her touch. He was only hard because a girl was doing this to him.
“Don’t worry, Chrissy,” Julia giggled, “I’m here to help. Just pretend my strap-on is a hot boy’s cock. Once you have a taste of fucking the opposite gender, we can talk about finding you a boyfriend and letting you experience the real deal.”