The Chance Fantastic Pt. 04

After sitting there for a second, exhausted and satisfied, on my dildo, I managed to raise my hand to my face, and make a show of licking the cum off. I had never done this before. I had thought about it, and even had attempted to do it before, given my attraction to facials and cumplay, but in those previous attempts, I always faced the age-old problem of never being horny enough after orgasm to stomach it. I opened my mouth to show the cum on my tongue, swallowed, blew a kiss to the boys, and logged off. Now that I was done, I was done. I just had to live with the lingering taste of cum.

It wasn't absolutely disgusting, to be sure. But it was thick, and it tasted distinct. It was like drinking a thick slime. I had heard it described as salty, but cum has its own taste. It's hard to compare it to something else. Now that my computer was off, I took stock of myself in my mirror. My mascara was running. My lipstick was smeared. My breath smelled like cum. My hand was still sticky with more cum. I was wearing a corset and fake boobs, a wig, and fake eyelashes. My cock dangled limply between my legs. I was flushed. I looked and felt a mess.

Generally, at this point, I would feel disgusted with myself. I would stuff all my girly stuff away, and swear I would never go that far again. I would just go straight to sleep, hoping to forget the nightmare I had plunged myself headfirst into. But I didn't feel that way this time. I felt proud. I had just turned on a room full of guys. I looked pretty good. And even though I felt spent, I was still a little turned on. Strangely enough, I felt a rare enough feeling in my life: I felt motivated.

I sat back down at my computer. I wanted to move to the next step while I was still feeling the way I was. I wiped my hand on the rag where I kept my dildo during a masturbation session. I wasn't exactly sure what I wanted to do. I wanted to go further, I knew that. I had just masturbated for an audience. I think that was about the pinnacle of internet play. Which meant it was time to take this obsession off the internet, and into reality.

I didn't want to meet up with some random guy. I think I would be too shy and unsure with a stranger. Plus, I was worried about STDs. I wasn't very sexually experienced, and meeting a stranger seemed like too big a step for me. Which meant I needed to seduce someone I knew. I could do that. At least, I could try to do that without fully revealing myself. I was going to try to seduce re_shymas.

I didn't log back onto my hookup site. I hadn't seen Greg get on ever, and I wasn't sure he even used that account anymore. Besides, requesting him as a friend would reveal my face picture to him, and that was too big a step. I needed something more anonymous. A plan was quickly forming in my brain. I started by creating a new email alias - sissygurl2745. I had Greg's email from a fantasy football league I once ran that included him. Finding a link to a video I had found particularly hot, I wrote the following to my friend,

"Hey there Greg ;) I know you've been struggling with the straight and narrow for a while now. And I know you have a bunch of friends around you trying to help you do the right thing. Well, let me be the proverbial devil on your shoulder, stud. Think about how you feel in Church. Do you feel loved, accepted, strong? I'm betting you don't. I'm betting, you actually feel kind of small, unworthy, inferior. I bet you hate how you feel. I bet that's why you're trying so hard to be better.

But stop trying to win the love of something that doesn't want to give it to you freely. Church gets off on being withholding, and gains power from telling people they are sinners, and that those sinners are doomed without help from Church. Now think about how you feel when you're watching porn. I bet you feel strong, exhilarated, and happy.

I want you to feel that way all the time. You deserve to feel that way. I bet the worst part of watching porn is when it's over, and you realize it's all a fantasy. Well, it doesn't have to be. There are those of us who are pulling for you, who want you to be the strong, happy, virile man you are. We would do anything to make you feel good, Greg. So watch the video I've attached. It might not be what you're used to, but trust me, it's worth it to watch it. And when you're done, cum for me, baby. And don't feel bad about it - you were just doing what I wanted. Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving.

Sincerely yours,

Just a local gurl who's taken notice of you, Greg."

The video I attached wasn't my usual fare. I personally loved sissy hypno, those brain-rewiring barrage of images and audio telling you you could never be a man, and that your purpose in life was to get dick hard and take cum. I didn't want Greg to want to be a sissy like me (not that I actually thought those videos were effective). Rather, I wanted Greg to be attracted to sissies. So instead I found a more standard porn video, about a newscaster getting fucked by her co-anchor. She just so happened to have a dick.

I hoped that wouldn't overplay my hand too much. I knew other people knew about Greg's problem. In our conversations, he had let me know that his parents knew, Jordan knew, a few cousins knew, one or two former roommates knew, and a few of his exes all knew. So the secret was out there. I was hoping he would be so turned on, he wouldn't care about investigating too much.

I knew it was a stupid decision, sending that email. There was no turning back once I did. I could be found out forever, and lose one of my best friends. I almost deleted it. But then my mind returned to those images I thought of while performing on cam. The thought of cum splashing on my face and eyes, the thought of a guy smacking my ass, of throwing me onto the bed and ramming his dick into my asshole, turned me on too much. Instead of clicking the trashcan, I clicked send. And it was done.