edenalchemy:When you answered that craigslist ad, you thought it was the perfect opportunity to try
edenalchemy:When you answered that craigslist ad, you thought it was the perfect opportunity to try sucking a man’s cock for the first time. You went to the guy’s house all dolled up like a sissy. When he answered the door he said “if you want to come in, you’ve got to called me Big Daddy and beg me to come in.” So you did. “Please Big Daddy, let me in.” He just stared at you and said “Why do you want to come into my house, huh?” This confused you. You thought the arrangement you made online with him was clear on why you were there. “I want you to say it,” he barked at you. “Tell me why you are here. Out loud. Look into my eyes and say it.” Your heart jumped. He wants you to confess your intentions. Somehow that was a line you never expected to cross. Saying it to someone, face to face, makes it real, really REAL. “Bitch!” he snapped, “I asked you a fucking question! Answer me or get the fuck off my porch!” You gasped. He was right. You came here for a reason. Just tell him the reason. Why are you dressed like a girl at the door of some random black man? Wow, it seemed silly when you thought about it and you felt embarrassed. “Well…I just…” your whole body trembles as you stuttered, “See I have this fantasy about sucking…” He cuts you off. “Bitch I told you to call me Big Daddy? Didn’t it? Say it again and this time address me appropriately. Why are you here?” This demand actually helped you clarify the situation in your mind. It was all part of the game. You’re supposed to be playing a role. He doesn’t care how nervous you are inside. He has a fantasy too; that’s why he agreed to have you come over. He’s probably as nervous about this as you are. Its not fair of you to be such a coward at this point. If you want something you have to give something. Don’t be so selfish. You took a deep breath and got into character. “Well Big Daddy…I’m here because I want to suck your cock.” He smirked and looked you up and down, sizing you up. “Oh really?” he said, licking his lips. “Is that so? Well, I gotta ask…Why exactly do you want to suck my cock so badly?” Again, you are momentarily startled by his inquiry. Why? Because. Why would anyone want to suck cock? Is it because they crave cock? Well, you think about it every time you masturbate. You imagine you’re the girl in porn getting men off. Making men cum. Making them feel good. That’s it. “Because, Big Daddy, I want to get you off. I want to make you cum.” He laughed, which, again, made you confused and anxious. You shuffled back a little in your high heels. “You want to make me cum, do you?” he said, glaring at you. “ Well, do you?” You felt kind of offended so you blurted, “Yes! I do.” To do which Big Daddy raised his hand, flat, to your face and said, “Pfft, I don’t believe you!” Annoyed by his skepticism, you shuffled in your heels, glancing around, becoming aware that neighborhood could be watching you by now. “I don’t understand what you want,” you muttered. Big Daddy rocked against the door shaking his head. “Bitch. I need to know what you really want? Why are you at my door, dressed like a hoe, begging to suck my cock? Do you even know?” Blushing like a school girl and too flustered to speak, you twisted your foot and lowered your head. You didn’t know why or if you did you couldn’t admit it to yourself. You thought about all those porn scenes you loved jerking off to. The hot slut standing at the door of a stud because she was horny for his cock. You were just like them, weren’t you? A horny slut. That’s what you fantasized about: being a cock-crazed whore, a sexy escort servicing men. That’s why you’re here: a man needed a sissy slut and you came to serve him. “You asked for a sissy slut.” He stomped his foot. “So what are you?” You sniffled. “I’m a sissy slut.” “Good,” he said, relaxed. “Now I want you to look me in the eye and tell me, properly, why you’re here.” Clearing your throat and readjusting your posture, you look up into the eyes of a powerful black man and say, “I’m here, Big Daddy, because I am a sissy slut. You wanted a sissy slut. And I want to be your sissy slut.” Big Daddy stood up straight, opened the door wide, and finally stepped aside. “Hello Sissy Slut. If you want to be my sissy slut, then come in.” Excited like you just won a dream vacation, you clicked you heels together, took a deep breath, and stepped into Big Daddy’s house… Yes Big Daddy -- source link