Neighbours - Chapter 50 - Sex Stories

Neighbours - Chapter 50

... men I was servicing at the time. My lips were wrapped tight around them and my eyes, looking glossy and dazed, were staring right up at them. There I was, over and over again, with my mouth full of cock. These images weren’t emailed just to me – they were posted online where anyone could see, tagged with this new Twitter name.

In addition to the posts and photos from those who had been there, there were comments and responses being made by many others. Some commented on how they wished they had been there, some vowed to be there next time, but many others responded just with their comments on what a slut I was, what a good cocksucker I seemed to be, and what a total whore I was servicing so many cocks at one time and place.

A couple of other photos were shared, some showing the lineup of men, seemingly watching and waiting patiently for their own cocks to be sucked. There were even photos posed of the souvenir panties to much amusement. They were all tagged with by Twitter handle and the hashtag I had suggested, making them so easy to find.

I pushed back from my desk, just watching the numbers increase. I felt the presence of the cum so full in my belly yet again. Seeing all the photos made it all real again. I could feel myself right back there, but at the same time, I saw myself as these others did. I was a sissy slut, on my knees in public, apparently with an insatiable desire for cock. I felt tired all of a sudden, so I signed out of everything and shut down the ...

... computer.

At that moment alone in the dark, I was dressed as a man. I wasn’t caged or plugged. I wasn’t wearing panties or stockings. I’d just spent an evening with my wife whom I loved and was attracted to. I felt like I was losing track of which version of me was the real one. I slipped upstairs, stripping down to my boxers, and sliding quietly into bed beside my sleeping, softly breathing wife.

I awoke the next morning to my alarm. The day started as it always did, with Cheryl and I walking through our normal workday routine. We smiled at each other, we chatted warmly, and I happily did my part in getting breakfast ready, helping to get her ready for her working day in her office.

My body and heart stirred, seeing her come down the stairs dressed for work. I was becoming quite sure that she had started to dress sexier. Her skirt was above the knee and clung to the curves of her ass. Her blouse was similarly fitted and was unbuttoned enough to provide a glimpse of cleavage. She noticed my attention to her looks and smiled.

She seemed to be in a good mood all around, aware of how good she looked. She was generous with her smiles all through breakfast and she gave me an especially warm kiss and lingering hug as she left.

I watched her from the window, as the car disappeared down the street. I tried to pretend to myself that I wasn’t counting the seconds until I could check on things online, but it didn’t last long. I waited perhaps a minute once she was out of ...