I waited

... as long as I possibly could. I put if off over and over. But there's no denying who I am anymore. A sissy. A slut. A tinyclit harlot.

A whore for cock.

It feels like I've been waiting for years for this. I've never had a full week at home, with my wife away. Seems like sometimes I never get a moment's peace. It isn't true of course, i get plenty of time alone, but rarely enough time to feel safe to explore the fantasies; the nasty naughty places on the Internet that I've tried too long to suppress. Beautiful women with giant silicone breasts and throbbing hard cocks; sensual crossdressers all natural, smooth and feminine dolled up and loving it; pretty twink boys in panties. All of them spurting into their hands, onto partners, onto themselves. Lubed up. Taking cock so deep, loving it. At first I had managed to convince myself it was them that turned me on. The shemales, trannygirls, crossdressers, sissies. But I wasn't fooling anyone. I didn't fool myself.

I envied them, wanted to be them. I always have.

But when she left town for a week, not even I could predict what I did.
No sooner was she at the airport, than I was off the the mall, in search of heels, a wig, makeup, bras, panties, skirts and tops. In a whirlwind of excitelent and cash I was in and out of the mall in a matter of an hour. I know the looks I got from the clerks, the girls at Victoria's, the wig kiosk, the makeup booth. I didn't care. I needed to get home.
And shower. Without thinking of how I'd even explain it to her, I shaved my legs completely, my cock and balls were soon hairless and my armpits as well. I had lost reason, common sense. I was on a mission, I was satisfying a craving that had been aching in me for years. I couldn't stop touching my new, smooth, hairless clitty. even as I dried off from the shower. Even as I lotioned my legs and painted my toenails. Even as I applied the wig and makeup and decided on my first night's panties and slipped on my skirt, I couldn't stop stroking, fondling touching my new sissy body.
Thank goodness somewhere in my shopping rush I picked it up. That beautiful dildo. It had been so long since I owned one (and I always got rid of them out of fear) Long, so much longer and fatter than my own cocklet. I wanted to suck it, imagining it the real perfect cock I wanted to taste so badly. But more than that I needed it in my ass, my tight sissycunt.
I rushed to the bedside table and lubed that gorgeous, hard, synthetic cock like I was giving the world's most enthusiastic handjob. I thanked god for suction cups as I stuck it to the bathroom tile wall, dropped my panties, lifted my skirt and prepared to be fucked. Gripping my flat tits through my bra, I moaned loud as I pressed the cockhead to my long-neglected entrance. It slipped in; tight but so easilly. And I pushed inch after inch. Slowly, firlmyand deep- so deep. Once it was in, i lost control. Slowly building up speed as I slid that dildo in and out of me. Moaning, squealing "fuck me" over and over I obliged myself until I was shuddering in excitement. Pouting my ruby red lips as I built to orgasm. Building, building within me so fucking fast. And with one squeal, I popped the dildo out of me and released thick jets of hot sperm. Cum that splashed my pretty painted toenails and the tops of my open-toed platforms.
I was spent. And I fell asleep mere minutes later, thumb in mouth, fully dolled up, my toes slick with cum.
What a night.