When I wrote about my first toilet block experience, I mentioned one of the guys that I met was called Mark. He was a respectful lover and had offered me his phone number before he left. I messaged him a few days later and immediately regretted it, thinking that I was just someone to ‘chalk off’ from a toilet encounter and that remorse would prevent him from wanting to be the same CD again.

After a while, though, I did receive a reply with him apologising to say he’d been away with his wife, so hadn’t risked getting caught messaging me. He explained that he’d thought about our brief encounter several times and had always had a good wank whilst thinking about it. I was relieved and it also turned me on knowing that he was a married man. Anyway, we discussed whether to meet at the toilet block, but instead he said he suggested we book a room in a hotel one afternoon so we could play uninterrupted. I was delighted when we fixed a date and I immediately started planning an outfit. He had requested me to wear stockings and my knee high boots, but the rest of the outfit he’d leave up to me.

It was the week later that I pulled up at the hotel that I’d booked, to allow me to check in an hour or so before he arrived, so I had time to get ready. I’d shaved, waxed and, importantly, douched before I left home, so once in my room, I just needed to slip on my outfit and wait for Mark. I stripped off my male clothes and then put on a lacy black thong and bra. I hadn’t done this for my toilet visits, but I slipped in some B cup breast implants into the bra. I then gently pulled on my black hold ups and I was happy to see I’d got my spare pair, just in case. Then it was time for the black, knee high platform boots with 5” stiletto heels. I looked in the mirror and was happy with the look, so I slipped on my short, black bodycon dress that just covers my stocking tops. I’d bought some red lipstick, so carefully applied that, being more successful on the second attempt. And to finish of the look, I pulled on my brunette shoulder length wig. The outfit was complete now, I just had to wait for Mark. I texted him the room number, so that he could come up as soon as he arrived.

After waiting 20 minutes or so I heard a knock at the door. Walking towards the door, I thought about looking through the spy hole to check it was Mark before opening the door, but in the end I didn’t bother and was happy for whoever was on the other side of it to see me dressed femme. Anyway, I opened the door and there was Mark stood, looking charming and well dressed in a blue checked shirt, blue chinos and black Chelsea boots. I opened the door wide and he walked in giving me a quick kiss on the lips as he did so. After closing the door, I walked over to him and he whistled before saying, ‘Perfect, I love the look, now get here and let me make you my slut’. I loved it, that’s exactly what I wanted. He knew how to seduce a gurl.

I moved in closer to him and we gently kissed, before feeling him opening my mouth with his tongue to reach mine. Our tongues fought each other, whilst our hands explored each others bodies. ‘You’ve grown boobs’, he remarked. ‘I hope you like them’, I replied which he appeared to confirm by him going back into kiss me whilst mauling one boob with one hand and my ass with the other. I was getting hard and he certainly was, as I felt his cock press against me. I slipped a hand between us and gently rubbed his growing length through his chinos. He took his hands off me and began to unbutton his shirt quickly and removed it throwing it on a chair. He’d now revealed and lovely smooth chest so I bent slightly and kissed and licked his nipples. He seemed to appreciate it as he sighed so I continued a little longer.

He broke away and removed his shoes, socks and chinos to leave him standing there in his briefs. I could see the pre-cum leaking through the fabric, so bent over to lick it, then slip my fingers in either side and remove them. He stepped out of them and I threw them over towards the chair. Now, I had Mark naked, he was free to do whatever he liked. It was at this point he firmly said, ‘Joanna, on your knees now’. Without hesitation, I did as I’d been ordered and knew exactly what was expected of me.

When my face was level with his cock, I was pleased to see he’d taken the time to prepare and was hairless all around his privates, so I enthusiastically started to wank his cock and grope his balls simultaneously. I was turned on hugely by the fuzz free privates, so I leant forward, sucking and licking his smooth balls whilst still stroking his cock. I carried this one for a short time before finally moving my mouth to his cock, kiss the bell end, licking his slit then wrapping my lips around the shaft and felt him thrust his hips back and forward and building up a rhythm. I stroked and squeezed his balls before I felt him tensing up and hearing him shout, ‘Sorry!’, before I felt the usual pulsing and his cock erupting masses of sperm into my grateful mouth. I was so happy to taste it and swallow it, then set about cleaning every last drop. As I released Mark’s cock from the clutches of my mouth, he apologised again and explained that he’d been saving that up for the last 5 days. I told him not to worry, but I hope he’s a quick repeater, with him confirming he was.

I stood up and moved over to my bag and got us each a bottle of water that I’d brought with me. He took a sip from his, but I held back as I wanted to savour the lingering taste of his cum in my mouth.

I sat on the edge of the bed and finally took a sip of water as he came and joined me, He took the water off me and put it on the floor and started to kiss me and stroke my body, eventually moving his hand down to the hem of my dress and pulling it up to stoke my nylon covered legs. He didn’t waste any time moving his hand up to the bulge in my thong and said, ‘I want to fuck you, Joanna’. This got me really excited and I reached for his semi-flaccid cock to see if I could bring it back to life whilst we kissed. Eventually, I felt movement and it started to grow to a reasonable firmness. He was groping my breasts and then slipping his hand to my hardening cock all the time exploring my mouth with his tongue. I was hoping that things would move faster to the end goal, but he appeared to want to take his time. As I could feel the full firmness returning to his cock, I took the liberty of breaking away and going down on my knees again to pleasure his cock with my mouth. This had the desired effect and he was now rock solid, so I looked up at him, pulled my mouth away from his manhood and said, ‘Mark, please fuck me and make me your slut’. He smiled and pulled me up to my feet and reached under my dress to remove my thong, holding it to his mouth before throwing it towards his clothes. I went over to my bag again and offered him a condom and the lube. He did the necessary preparation, then stroked his cock whilst I lubed my hole. Once done, I threw the lube on the bed and he moved into kiss, gently pushing me backwards onto the bed and lifting my dress up around my waist. I was definitely ready to have my lover take me and claim me as his ‘gurl’ and was excited to see him line his cock up at my lubed hole. I raised my legs in the air and as wide as possible to give him free access, then I felt the tip hit my anus and probe it, before he slowly pushed it in, getting to my sphincter and pushing through the resistance before waiting until my breathing quietened down. When I was ready I bit my lip and nodded for him to carry on. He didn’t disappoint as he built up speed and he grabbed by boots and rested my legs over his shoulders. This was incredibly sexy as he was now in deeper and continued to pump. He grabbed my boots again removing my legs from his shoulders, spread my legs apart and leaned towards me to kiss me whilst he continued to fuck me. I was loving it and didn’t want it to end, but after a few minutes he had other ideas and dropped my legs then pulled out. He pulled me up by my hands and then turned me around, bending me over the bed. Guessing what was expected, I reached behind to spread my ass cheeks and waited for him to penetrate me. With one thrust he was back in me, pounding away as he says, ‘Oh Joanna, this is tight, I’m gonna cum soon’. He carried on and got even faster, before suddenly pulling out followed by the condom making a snapping sound as it was quickly pulled off. I looked around to see him stroking his cock, before shooting streaks of cum over my ass, dress and stockings. I reached between my legs to gather some and lick it off my fingers, then knew my duty was not complete, so I turned around, crouched down and cleaned his cock.

He smiled and pulled me up. ‘That was incredible, I love the feel of my cock in your pussy’, he said, ‘I want to do that often’. ‘You can’, I replied, ‘I’ll try to make myself available when you need your gurl slut’. He laughed and kissed me again.

I went to the bathroom to clean the cum and lube up, remove my dress (which required removing my wig and then putting it on again). I checked my wig in the mirror, applied some more lipstick and returned to see him sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard. ‘I think I’ll be ready to go again soon’, he cheerfully told me. I was delighted, so got on the bed next to him. He started to kiss me and pulled my legs up so they were raised and I felt him stroking my stockings and my boots. I enjoyed the attention and stroked his lovely abdomen before going to work on his cock again. We chatted and pleasured each other as we waited for the urges to return to his cock. He explained that he loved his wife wearing boots, but she would never keep them on in the bedroom, which is why he asked me to wear them. I explained that I love keeping my shoes or boots on during sex, so I was glad to be able help him with a fantasy. As time ran on, life returned his cock and he started getting hard again, then he moved in front of me on the bed and raised my legs so my feet were on the bed and my thighs were pressed against my chest. Once he was happy with my position, he moved closer to me and inserted his cock between my boots and started to fuck them. He looked as though he was enjoying himself so I let him carry on. He leaned into me and kissed me with tongues as he hammered his cock, rubbing against the leather.

This went on for some time, before he pulled out from between my boots, lowered my legs and wanked his cock before shooting his third lot of cum on my boots and stockings. He groaned with relief and said, ‘I’ve always wanted to cum on my wife’s nylons and boots whilst she was wearing them, so thanks for letting me do it to you’.

‘It’s never happened before, but I enjoyed it. You can do it any time’, I replied.

Not wanting to waste any cum, I scooped some up with my fingers and slowly licked it off whilst staring at my lover, Mark. He kissed me again, then got off the bed and went to the bathroom. He returned and went to his clothes. I sat in the bed in my bra, stockings and boots with a hard on whilst I watched him get dressed. He looked so sexy in his shirt, chinos and Chelsea boots I would have happily let him fuck me again. He picked up my thong and asked if he could keep it. ‘Yes, but don’t let your wife find it’, I answered.

I got off the bed and walked over to him, with my hard on sticking out. He came to kiss me, stroked my cock and thanked me. ‘Let me know of anything else your wife refuses to do, I’d be happy to make it happen for you’. I immediately felt stupid and desperate, but was relieved when he replied, ‘I’ll want to try as much as possible with you, Joanna’. With that he left and as I saw the door close behind him, I smiled happy to feel like a guy’s secret mistress and helping him realise his not unreasonable fantasies.

I cleared my thoughts and lay on the bed stroking my cock. Before long my sap was rising and I relieved my balls by shooting my cum on my hand, stomach chest and chin. Not for the first time that day, I scooped some up, licked it and swallowed it to add to the rest in my stomach from my lover, Mark. I was already looking forward to meeting him again.

Thank you for reading.

Joanna xx