The week flew by and before I could blink it was Friday. The blur of a week was mostly spent getting everything I needed to make sure the weekend at the lake house would be a success. I got new clothes, invested in more high-end crossdressing products, and went down a research rabbit hole of sexuality. One dinner party sent me on a downward spiral.Does this make me gay? Is it fucked up that I kind of liked it? What the fucks wrong with me? Unfortunately, the Internet could only help so much so either I?m going through a sexual identity evolution, or I have a rare form of cancer. Thank you Web MD for the latter. The one thing that was becoming clearer was why I would continue this masquerade.Sure, this started because I wanted to be a loyal friend, but a new incentive presented itself and has developed into an obsession. I needed to know what was going on with me. I did what I did for my friend, but having fantasies and dreams about it every night since cannot be covered by the loyal friend card.Also, Rock and I have been? different. A lot of the week was spent planning but not in our usual keep crusader, sidekick way. And worst of all, I didn?t tell him about Dudley.?Jesus Nick, how many bags are you bringing??Rock was struggling to get my luggage in the car. His short and chubby stature made it difficult to lift my bags trunk level. I walked over in my Daisy Duke shorts, my leather boots clinking on the cement each step. I grabbed the bag with one hand and in one motion, swung it into the trunk. An older man across the street who was watering his flowers looked on in astonishment.?She, uh, works out. That CrossFit stuff.? The old man nodded nicely.?As I said, I never did this before. Who knows what?s going to happen? I brought extra everything,?I said, swinging the passenger door closed.?You?re a real bitch today. If this is what having a girlfriend is like, I?m glad I haven?t had one yet. I think.?After I checked my make-up in the mirror I flipped the flap up and noticed Rock staring at my long legs.?Dude? Seriously???I was looking
Escort Side at your new boots!?? I got these like three days ago, tried them on, and you didn?t say shit.??Christ, did those new clothes come with a fake period or did you pay extra for that???Aw, look at us. Arguing like a fucked up couple. I?m so proud of you,? I said sarcastically.The rest of the drive felt like old times. As we plotted and planned, songs came on the radio and triggered memories of far simpler times. But as soon as there was even a second of silence, my uninhibited taboo thoughts rose to the surface, flooding my brain and stiffening my restrained cock. I felt the thong tighten on my tucked cock as I adjusted my posture, fidgeting uncomfortably. As we drove up the long dirt path I could make out Rock?s family in the distance, unloading their bags.The seven-bedroom house sat majestically on the edge of the lake like a scene off of a postcard. I remember being there once as a kid but didn?t appreciate its beauty until now. And of course, there?s was Dudley grinning ear to ear. I stepped out of the car pulling my bunched-up shorts down so that they barely covered my ass. I had a tight belly shirt on that perfectly snuggled my new silicone inserts. More than ever I looked every bit the part, as evident by the jaws that dropped when I walked over to hug Veronica.?Oh, darling! You look absolutely radiant!" Bitch hated Nick but couldn?t get enough of Melissa.?Veronica! So happy to be here. This house is breathtaking,? I flushed as we pulled each other in for a hug. The feel of her breasts on my silicone inserts was delightful.?Oh, it?s our little slice of heaven. Dudley dear, come to say hi to Melissa.?Sure enough, Dudley was there with a shit-eating grin. His long lanky body looked odd in beach shorts and a tank top. As he approached, he removed his Coke bottle glasses and winked.?Hey, Melissa. How are you feeling??Suddenly, without warning, Dudley shoved me to my knees and grabbed me by the back of my head. In one motion his shorts
manavgat escort were on the ground and his long cock was flapping in front of my face. Shocked, I looked up at Veronica who was smiling proudly.?Go ahead, Dudley dear. Shove that cock down that sissy whore mouth.?With that, Dudley grabbed his cock and shoved it past my puffy lips wasting no time establishing a rapid rhythm his strong grip moved my mouth forward until his shaft found my throat, and his balls slammed against my chin.?That?s my big boy,? Veronica glowed.Astounded by what was happening, I shifted my eyes toward Mr. D.?You?re a chip off the old block, Dudley. Cum down its throat.? What the fuck is going on here?I realized the entire family was there watching Dudley face fuck me. Even Grandpa was grinning, rubbing his massive bulge. They started chanting his name.Dudley, Dudley, Dudley??Hey. Melissa. How are you feeling???Huh,? I replied snapping out of the daydream.?Last we saw you, you were suffering from a migraine,? Mr. D chimed in as he lowered gear from his car?s roof rack.?Oh. I?m feeling much better, thank you.??You look good,? Dudley replied as he looked me up and down. I felt Rock?s hand wrap around my exposed waistline.?Hey, everyone! It was a long drive so I think Melissa and I will go get settled in.?After a few quick hugs, Rock was shuttling new through the expansive lake house and up the stairs to our room. The house was immaculately clean with mid-century modern furniture accenting every room. Our room was tucked away toward the back of the house with large floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking an in-ground pool and hot tub. As soon as the door closed, Rock was standing close to looking up into my hollow eyes.?Dude, are you OK? You're pale as a fucking ghost and you froze out there.??I, uh? I don?t know.? Rock was holding my hands, a look of confusion and concern on his chubby face.?I?m worried about you.? Those words snapped me out of it, and as soon as we both realized what was happening we each let go and
alanya escort bayan took a step backward. A knock at the door made me jump so high I almost knocked my head on the ceiling fan.?Dinner in five, kids.??I? I?m going to go get the rest of our stuff and I?ll meet you downstairs??I nodded. ?I?m cool, Rock. Really.? He nodded back and left. I glanced over at the long mirror across from the bed and couldn?t recognize it. Sure I always talked a big game, but Melissa was the game. She was tall, beautiful, confident, and obviously desirable. I knew then what I needed to do. I had to lean into that, not pull away. Own it, and work it.I changed clothes, threw on some pantyhose and a short skirt, exchanged my crop top for a tight black blouse, and slid into some four-inch heels. I walked back to the mirror, smiled, and shifted my waist ever so slightly to get a look at my ass. You got this, Melissa.Dinner went amazingly well. Once again, Melissa was a huge hit. She was quick-witted, intelligent enough to participate in current event conversations, and she even had some nice zingers for Dudley who was trying to poke her every chance he could. Most importantly, Rock and I had a rhythm back. We were far beyond the awkwardness of our last debut. We were comfortably holding hands, and when I snuggled into his chest with his arm around me during a conversation about how we first met, it came across as completely natural. Mr. D looked on, a proud father who obviously had very few expectations of his older boy and was quite satisfied to see him acting like a real man, with a real woman by her side. Well, maybe not that real.?Melissa, I can?t begin to express how happy I am that Robert found someone of such a noble profession. As I understand it, registered nurses do a lot more work than doctors,? Mr. D shared proudly.?It?s true, Ron! A nurse has so many different layers to their job while doctors are pretty narrowed in on specific things.??So true, and in your profession Melissa, how much do you charge per hour??Dudley?s clever way of reminding me that he thought he knew who I was.?Oh, we don?t charge by the hour. I mean most of my patients don?t even need an hour worth of service. One in particular last week didn?t even need twenty seconds!? Dudley turned white and dropped his fork to the floor. Don?t try it, my little shit.
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