The Finder - Sex Stories

The Finder

... not there by then then I will assume you have left, no hard feelings." He turned and ascended the staircase.

I sat with my head in my hands, then paced around the hall my shoes clacking noisily on the parquet floor, it was the longest ten minutes I have ever endured, I approached the front door and reached for handle, then with a sigh turned and began my slow climb into the unknown feeling like a condemned man going to the gallows.

My shaking hand gripped the door knob and I twisted it open, the drapes were drawn and my eyes we're struggling to adjust to the gloom, then to one side he emerged and I gasped audibly.

Crispin walked toward me very masculine from the waist up with his tie and dress shirt on but from the waist down was a different story. He wore a black garter belt, black lace sheer knickers and sheer stockings. His legs were long and and elegant, he turned seductively and I admired his small tight arse through the panties and my cock twitched.

He casually removed his shirt and tie and they joined the heap of clothes nearby.

I should have turned and left but I didn't, my legs seemed unable to function as I stood and gawped at his slender frame, his chest had a dusting of hair, his waist was trim and boy did he have great legs which were accentuated by the sheer stockings, I had to admit he looked stunning.

He approached and began to slowly walk around me.

"Well you haven't run away or laughed at me so that's a good start," his voice was quiet ...

... and soft, I assumed it was to match his female persona. "To be clear you can do whatever you want to me, talk dirty to me, treat me like a slut. I like men to be hard, willing and most importantly to be in control, and yes I know what your probably thinking, your nervous perhaps worried that you don't know what to do, just park that shit outside the bedroom door and go with your instincts, let your inhibitions flow and I'll promise you the time of your life." He rubbed a finger over my lips and continued. "You see dear boy I crave cock, pussy doesn't do anything for me, I like to be used and abused, I want someone like you to service me on a regular basis, to kiss me, caress me, tell me how beautiful I look and then take me, make me theirs, call me bad names, I couldn't give a fuck, I just want unbridled raw.....passionate....man......sex."

As he got closer I noticed a trace of rouge on his plump lips and without warning kissed my mouth.

He took a pace back to gauge my reaction, I was stunned but aroused so I did the only decent thing, I kissed him back.

"Do you think I'm naughty?" He asked between kisses.

"Umm....yes." I stuttered.

"And what happens to naughty boys?"

"They.....err....get.....punished?"

I could see where this was leading.

"Exactly that, see I knew you were a quick learner, and how do they get punished dear boy?"

"They...... um......get.......spanked?"

"Yes, but as I have been so very very naughty dressing like this I will need a ...