A Dare Gone Right

'Well, Paul, if you're not man enough, just say so!'

'Come on, that's not fair, Isabel. I've never dared you to do anything this risky,' I replied.

'Oh yeah? Walking around the mall in a pink latex micro-skirt and no panties wasn't risky? My balls were swinging around for all to see!'

'Yeah, but it wasn't entirely out of character for you. And nobody did see - I stood behind you on the escalator to preserve your dignity. Besides, you loved it - you practically sprayed the roof lining of my car with cum when we got back to the parking lot.'

Isabel sighed, 'That's the point, Paul. I guarantee you that this will be such a turn-on, you will remember it for the rest of your life.'

And that's how I - Paul Lanson, a hetero (although you might disagree), sporty, musical, A4 kind of guy - came to be sitting in the passenger seat of Isabel's car five days later, checking out my makeup in the sun-visor mirror, before the fright and the adventure of a lifetime.

Now's probably the time for a little background. I'm 32, mostly-retired from IT, and play guitar in a moderately successful rock band. Isabel is 28, and if you haven't worked it out, a transexual. She's also smart, funny, tall, pretty and slender, with cafe-au-lait skin, dark brown eyes and fair hair. And, since the whole point of this story is to turn you readers on by sharing the details, I may as well tell you that she's also got a smooth, fat, seven-inch cock which is always either begging for attention or standing to attention. One thing it never does is refuse attention, which keeps me conscious that if I don't satisfy Isabel, someone else will. And that ain't gonna happen on my watch, because I am in L.O.V.E.

So, back to the car, 7.15 last Saturday evening. During the past five days, Isabel had waxed me, shaved me, spray-on-tanned me, dressed me, undressed me... my cock had been leaking almost constantly with all the attention, but she had me on a strict no-orgasm regime. That hadn't stopped her from cumming in my mouth three times during that period, which didn't exactly help to make me less horny. But the thing that turned me on the most was seeing myself in the full-length mirror at home when she was finished with me. I don't like to brag, but I was...