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Smile For the Camera (J.S. Lee)


Smile For the Camera by J.S. Lee

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While his wife is away on business, Jake takes the opportunity to live out some of his fantasies about wearing women's clothing and being humiliated and treated like a little sissy. His rendezvous with a sexy young surfer boy helps to satiate his sissy desires, but when his wife catches on, he's in for a world of punishment with a large strap-on.

Product type: EBook    Published by: author - self-published    Published: 02 / 2018

No. words: 6200

Style: OM Erotica - Cross Gender, Feminization

Available Formats: MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  PDF  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle


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Jake already knew exactly what he was going to do and his pulse was thumping double time as he went over the details in his mind. “Susie-Q, you know I miss you too,” it was something he had called her since their second date and she had always wrinkled her nose up at the pet name. He could almost see her, sitting on the bed in the hotel room, shaking her head at him right now. “But you have to be safe, so if the flights are canceled,” he sighed, he could hardly wait to hang up and make the phone call to the agency, “then I guess I'll just have to wait.”

Susan reminded him of the leftover meatloaf she had set aside in the freezer, “I know that you'll be a bad boy,” she had laughed at him and instantly he wondered if she could read his mind. “You've probably been eating carry-out all week, haven't you?” if Susan only knew that her perfect husband was about to indulge in something so much worse than junk food.

He admitted it, “well, I miss your cooking when you're gone, sweetie, but I'll be good,” he gulped, Jake was such a liar, “I promise.”

After they said their good-byes, he swiped his finger across his phone and hit the name “yard guy” on the screen. If Susan ever wanted to find out just how imperfect her husband was, all she would ever have to do was call all of the numbers that he had stored anonymously on his cellphone. He placed his order quickly and then went upstairs to prepare.

Fifty-eight minutes later, the doorbell rang and Jake checked the living room one last time to make sure that everything was perfect. He knew that the man at the door didn't care but he did. Even if what he was about to do was almost despicably dirty, he wanted the house clean. “Come in,” he waved at the blonde boy on the doorstep and his body instantly responding to his clean-cut, good looks. He could be a surfer, tan and lean and his hair highlighted as if he spent his days on the beach. The blonde could be a new employee or a college student, in fact, he could be just about anything other than what he was, a male escort.

The boy didn't smile back but he didn't have to, Jake's little dick had risen to its full capacity at the smell of him, the line at the back of his arm and his broad shoulders. Once he was inside and sitting on the couch, the young man spread his taut arms over the back of the sofa. He had an air of confidence, almost a sneer on his face, he obviously thought he was Jake's superior and the thought made it almost too hot to bear. Jake was about to prove him right. “What are you into?” the escort asked, studying Jake's body from head to toe, his eyes roaming over his chubby frame.

Jake straightened up, knowing that it didn't matter to the boy one way or the other, so he was fat? He was paying, he didn't have to be attractive and if the boy thought that Jake was a dud now, wait until he saw what was underneath his khakis and polo. “Well, I'm a sissy,” it was still a struggle to confess to them, even the professionals. He didn't want to have to say it out loud and he could barely even admit it to himself. “I want to be a sissy girl for you,” he mumbled the last part.


Author Information

Mistress J.S. Lee runs a sissy-centric blog and writes sissy stories with lots of BDSM, cuckold, and big black buck, and hot wife action!

 

Publisher Information

This story has been self-published by the author


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