Turned by Tricia

By Beaumonte Bill / Oral Guy 2000

Published on Aug 19, 2015

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Turned by Tricia (part 13)

This series is about a straight guy seduced by a sexy Tgirl to learn to enjoy sucking, only to be forced into sucking other guys. This is a work of fiction which I hope you will enjoy!

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I arrived home and took a quick shower to get ready for my date with Angela. I picked her up and she looked stunning, wearing lovely heels with ankle straps – something about ankle straps were just so wonderfully feminine! She wore a lovely blue dress with a neckline I was going to find very distracting. Her small breasts looked very lovely, exposed as they were, showing a lovely cleavage.

Angela pointed to her face and said, "I'm up here!"

Embarrassed, I took my eyes off her breasts, and said, "I'm sorry – I was a bit distracted."

She put her arms around me and kissed me, saying, "that was the whole point!"

"I wish I was really as full as I look – it's mainly the work of a good push-up bra." she said.

"Regardless of the bra," I said, "it is very clear that you have the right stuff to work with!"

That earned me another kiss, which I greatly appreciated.

I walked Angela to my car and she reached for the door handle but I stopped her. "From now on," I directed, "I will open doors for you and assist you in other ways, and I expect you to wait and allow me to do so."

"Wow!" said Angela, "I've never been treated like that before."

"Better start getting accustomed to it," I replied, "because that is the way I am."

We drove to a local seafood restaurant and entered. As we were seated I took Angela's cloak and hung it up. I noticed a woman in a nearby table nudging her man and saying something. It was probably something like "why don't you do that for me?"

I could have told her that she wasn't as hot as Angela! We were seated and our drink orders were taken. While we waited I asked, "So what is that email all about? You really have me wondering."

Angela smiled and said, "Perhaps I over-reacted, but when I went home last night I felt so guilty about how I treated you – especially when you were so wonderful to me."

"I'm afraid I still don't understand," I replied.

"Well, when I lifted my skirt and you sucked me, it was kind of like the at the break room after the all-employee meeting. I never wanted to make you feel that you were fulfilling an obligation."

I processed what Angela had said for a bit, and then responded, "I didn't see it that way at all – I saw a lovely lady revealing something special to me, and I simply responded in a way that seemed right to me."

"From my perspective," I continued, "you lifted your skirt to show me what a special lady you are, and I got to my knees to show you that it was important to me."

Angela smiled and said, "I'm so glad you liked me that way – you really do made me feel special."

"You are special," I said, "and I'm so glad you had the courage to come to me."

"I don't think I have much courage," Angela replied, "if not for knowing Tricia and Marcy, and your history with them I would have been terrified to approach you. As it was, I was afraid you would not want any part of me, after what they did to you."

"When I responded to their ad, I got something very different than I really wanted, but last night I got exactly what I wanted right from the start!"

Angela took my hand and said, "I'm glad, but we need to be discrete about this, and not let anyone at the office know."

"I know that office romances are often frowned upon," I agreed.

"It's more than that," Angela continued, "because you are white, the men won't like your taking an interest in me. They may like your work, but they would not consider you worthy."

"Yes, I understand," I said, "to them I am just a sissy cocksucker, not a real person."

"But there is more," said Angela, "they don't really know about me."

I was stunned, and asked, "so you have been undercover all this time?"

"Yes," said Angela, "for black men being macho is the norm, and there is no tolerance for someone like me. I've had friends who were beat up and sometimes cut up or killed when their secret was out."

I wasn't entirely surprised, but never thought it was quite that extreme. I said, "Your secret is safe with me – I will never let it slip."

"Thank you, Bill," she replied, "this is a very big deal for me and I trust my safety to you – and maybe my life."

"I won't let you down." I assured her.

Our dinners arrived and we enjoyed their wonderful food.

We drove back to Angela's and she invited me in. She excused herself and said she would bring us drinks.

Angela returned with our drinks. We each took a sip and set them down. I took Angela in my arms and kissed her, my hand running down her back and settling on one of her soft, round cheeks.

After kissing her I gave an affectionate kiss to the top of each of her lovely breasts.

Angela giggled and said, "I wish they were bigger."

"All women seem to want that," I replied, "but I think they are the perfect size."

Angela seemed surprised, and said, "Most men favor huge breasts – not you?"

"By now you know I'm not like 'most men' – your breasts fit my hands perfectly and your nipples will hold my interest continually."

"I think it is time for you to help me out of this dress," she said.

We went into the bedroom and I unzipped her dress and helped her step out of it.

There Angela now stood in her push-up bra and panties. I could see why the bra made Angela look so full – it looked really uncomfortable. I took her in my arms and reached around her back to unbuckle the bra. It fell from her and I admired the small, but perfectly shaped breasts now before me.

"Those are truly beautiful," I said, "and a perfect size for me."

I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked, and Angela breathed deeply. I continued sucking for a few minutes, and then moved to the other nipple. Now that both nipples were erect I took hold of both of them between my fingers and gently squeezed while kissing her lips.

"When I am with you, I feel like I am a real woman," Angela said.

"You mean the other times you are just pretending?" I asked.

Angela looked down, perhaps a little embarrassed, and said, "a lot of people think of someone like me as just a boy in a dress."

"Do you think that is what I want – a boy in a dress?" I asked.

"No, but I don't want to disappoint you," she said.

"Angela dear," I proclaimed, "you are NOT a boy in a dress, and there is nothing `unreal' about you – you are a REAL woman – you just weren't born that way."

"But I'm a girl with a dick," she said, "and I know you like that."

"Yes, I do, but it's not a dick," I said, pulling her panties down and taking her clitty in my hand. "Well, it's not fully functional," she replied, "if that's what you mean."

I gently squeezed her clitty and kissed her. "This IS fully functional – it does exactly what it is supposed to do!"

Angela had a questioning look on her face, so I continued, "this is a woman's clitty, an it is there entirely for the purpose of allowing your man to give you pleasure."

"But it's so small," she protested.

"Petite, pretty and very feminine," I said. "You know that I'm a cocksucker at the office, but that isn't what I really want – I want a lovely woman like you."

"I know you are a cocksucker, but I would rather you not call yourself that," she said, "it seems so raunchy.

"I suppose it is," I said, "I'll try not to say it again, but I want you to know something."

"What is that?" she asked.

I took Angela in my arms and said, "What makes you a woman is between your ears, not between your legs. Never forget that, and that I consider you to be a woman in all important respects and will always treat you that way."

"Thank you, Bill," she replied, "In the short time I've been with you, I feel better about myself than I ever have."

I pulled her to me and we kissed.

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Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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