King Vincent Parts 1 and 2 - Sex Stories

King Vincent Parts 1 and 2

King Vincent

1. The Online Flirt And Proposition

I found myself online, looking for fun, when I met Vincent. His user ID was “King Vincent.” He was 6’3”, 230, Black, and 37 years old. He had a picture of his face on his profile, and he also had a thick beard, which isn’t my favorite thing, but ok. I was older, shorter, weighed less, and white. If you’re wondering why I didn’t list my specific stats, it’s because a lady never tells….lol

I’ve felt like I should have been a girl since I was a little kid. I never got to express that side of me, given my surroundings. My entire family was conservative, I was the middle child of 3 boys, and we lived in Mississippi, so again, I never got to express that side of myself, and you can totally see why.

I would wear my mom’s lingerie and dresses and so forth privately if I ever was home alone, but that’s pretty much the extent of my exploration at that age. I am telling you all of these things up front to set the scene for where I am today, and where I was when King Vincent entered into my life.

One thing I’ve learned about gay hookup sites is that most gay men aren’t into Trans or sissy girls, at least on the surface. The ones that are into trans and crossdressing sissy girls fucking LOVE them, but they’re not the majority. I am an amateur crossdressing sissy. Yes, I’ve always felt like a girl, but my opinion on becoming a Trans girl is that if you don’t start early, it becomes a massive uphill battle to ever feel the way ...

... you dreamed it would feel.

All of that is to say that sometimes I don’t present myself as a Trans sissy when I’m looking to hookup online, because that would be an immediate deal breaker for most men. I figure that if I hit it off with a guy, and we hookup, I can slowly expose myself as the girl that I want to be. That was how I presented myself to King online. My profile said, “Man looking for Men.” My sexual preference said, “Bottom, Oral.” He was a man looking for men and his preferences were, “Top.”

We made general small talk, then he asked for a booty pic. I don’t keep those kinds of things on my phone, so I laid down on the bed, pulled my panties to the side, spread my cheeks with one hand, revealing my tight balloon knot, and snapped. I sent it to him, and asked him for a cock shot.

“Damn, that pussy looks tight,” he said, and he sent over a pic of his package.

His cock was thick, looked to be about 8”, and noticeably curved to the left.

I replied, “Damn, that cock looks delicious,” and I could see that he was typing and crafting a response to me almost immediately.

His reply was, “Think you can handle it? I live alone, so I will host. I’m free between 10am and 3pm. What time works for you?”

I told him it looked intimidating, but I thought I could get there, so long as he was gentle to start, which he promised he would be.

“What do you want to do with it?” he asked, and sent a few more pics of his cock, one of them showed him shooting a big rope ...