Working 'Girl' ( 0 )


Blowjob, Boy, Fantasy, Gay, Transvestite, Young
Brian sat impatiently on the park work bench, fidgeting in prevision and exhilaration. He quickly checked his phone for the clip yet again, seeing it was just after 1AM. It was the sodding clip for meeting a customer. He reached over to run his finger's breadth along the signature tune red wristband over his depart radiocarpal joint, which let men in the field know he was 'working'. His pinna perked up when he heard some racket off in the distance, a gentle rustling in the bush. Brian smiled slightly, knowing someone else must be doing just what he was about to do now.



He thought about that video game he wanted, the one all the other kids at school were talking about. But at 14, he was too young to take in a job, and too old to win over his parents to buy things for him anymore. More chore and the chance of getting an actual job was n't exactly palatable to him, so he went browsing on the internet for a better way to throw money. After finding some confutative web sites with some not-so-mainstream hypnotism, he decided that this was the sound way for him to make a prompt clam. The fact that it excited him so much definitely helped.



Looking down and running his center over his smooth petite eubstance, he double checked himself to name sure his outfit was in order. He lifted his behind and adjusted the shortstop Black person pleated skirt hitched tightly to his waist, which barely concealed the belittled red thong that clung tightly to his polish boy contribution and wedged right between his business firm butt face. The fabric felt amazing against his skin, as did the visible light picnic across his piano, freshly-shaven legs. The black bounder strapped to his understructure were slightly uncomfortable and difficult to walk in, but they looked great on him.



As his eyes adjusted to the dark and moved back up above his shank, he could n't help but run his hands up his two-dimensional, exposed pot. The tight ping spaghetti-strap top he had 'borrowed'from his sister was just small enough that it showed his midriff when he sat up or moved at all. It hugged the black padded bra underneath, carefully stuffed with tissue to consecrate him a slight bust. Cupping his pseud dresser in his mitt, Brian let out a soft groan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this orbit would like it as much as he did.



Flicking his tongue across his lips, he tasted the bright, fruity pink lip gloss smeared over his pouty lips. He went easy on the composition, trying not to appear too meretricious, instead shooting for a more naturally womanly look. Brian 's own mild features, which were often the objective of school bullies, tonight would work to his reward. Just some promiscuous mascara to accent his eyes and the lip polish was all it took to get out those alluring features.



Just as he finished taking himself in for the third time tonight, he heard some scant footsteps coming down the itinerary toward his terrace. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his leg and trying to come out casual for fear of someone normal coming this way. His fondness fluttered as an older man came into view, clearly edgy and skittish. Brian 's heart began pounding in his chest, both from nervous anticipation and strange excitement. He turned and smiled softly at the man, whose darkened silhouette was coming into view.



The man bit his lower lip and swallowed hard, his eyes clearly roaming over the Loretta Young tart before him. With a last breathing time, he sat down side by side to Brian, averting his eyes. Brian followed his every move, turning slightly to his potential drop client of the night to show off a little more. He waited patiently for a moment, trying to let the man calm his nerves. Finally, he glanced over and smiled at Brian, his face slightly flushed.



'' Um.. hi, '' he practically stammered. Brian smiled wider and scooted close, keeping his part low so as not to vocalise too boyish.



'' Hiya, Mr. '' A flaccid moan escaped the older man 's sass, clearly turned on by the overall package. His eyes moved to the red wristband around Brian 's slim down articulatio radiocarpea, reaching out tentatively to rub his pollex over it. He glanced around cautiously before leaning in and practically whispering `` Are ... are you.. working ? ``



Brian let out a soft girlish giggle, placing his modest hand on the man 's thigh. He practically jumped from the touch, a bulge growing across the strawman of his knickers. `` I sure am, '' was Brian 's simple reply.



The man visibly swallowed hard and spread his knees a niggling, no longer making any endeavour to blot out his excitement. His big bridge player rested over Brian 's smaller girly one, and he leaned in end, his breath smelling of alcohol. `` Um.. I 've never done this before. ``



Brian 's hand squeezed his client 's thigh softly, slowly tracing small circles along it with his fingertips, trying to supercharge the man 's sureness in his determination. `` That 's ok. I 'm very discreet, '' Brian cooed.



His eyes seeming to light up, the stranger smiled and took a deep breathing time. He seemed to indite himself, taking one net quick feel around the parking area before leaning in closer and grumble, `` So um.. how much ? ``



Taking this as his cue to pelt on the merchandising, Brian shifted his position so he had one leg tucked under his bottom and was completely facing the man. He leaned in very close, pressing his padded thorax against the stranger 's arm and pushing his hand between the man 's thighs, cupping his bulge. His voice was low, but he made no effort to obscure his own excitement. `` I 'll fellate your hammer for a one C bucks, daddy. ``



The man shook at the comment, his bulge puffiness and straining against Brian 's hand. He quickly reached for his pocketbook, but Brian laid his hand over the man 's to stop him. Glancing around, he smiled and leaned close to his ear, whispering softly `` Not here, daddy. Follow me. ``



Brian did his honest to stand up without creating a tent under his skirt, his own fervour straining the fabric of the pantie underneath it. He held his new friend 's hand as he stood, and soon felt a gruntle tug as it was used to hold up the larger man that stood succeeding to him. He, however, made no such attempt to hide his bulge, the thick fellow member outlined clearly through his pants. Gripping his hand, Brian led him along like a lost dog. He pushed directly into the bushes behind the bench, leading the man a short space to a very humble, reclusive slur among the foliage.



There was very little light, and the only sound was a easy breeze rustling through the arm above. Brian turned swiftly and smiled up at his new client, reaching out to cup his bridge player over the gibbosity in his pants. He watched anxiously as the alien reached again into his wallet and extracted a single $ 100 bill. He held it up in his hired man, appearing to ruminate for a second. His centre ran over the abruptly bird around Brian 's hips, and he blushed before blurting out softly `` Now.. you are a boy ... are n't you ? ``



A little smiling crept across Brian 's sassing at the question. He lifted his wench, flashing his own software system neatly tucked into the flip-flop. The head was already peeking out, so Brian made no motion to shroud it. Instead, he reached down and pushed the modest Triangle of fabric down to let his boyhood outflow out, exposing himself to the man. It was only 6 '' long with a pocket-size set of freshly-shaved globe, but its fat psyche and smooth grain complimented the feminine looking at nicely. The alien groaned in favourable reception, quickly handing the crossdressed boy his money.



Quickly taking the bill and stuffing it into his bra, Brian calmly slipped to his knee joint and reached up to constrict his hired man against the man 's pant. He wasted no metre and began undoing them, not wanting to stay out any longer than he had to ; his parents could notice at any moment that he was missing. As he unzipped the knickers before him, a pair of blue boxers with a detectable wet billet across the front line came into view. Pulling the stranger 's trouser down just enough for access, he next tugged down the blue bagger and smiled as an average-looking tool spring out. Brian estimated it to be just a bit retentive than his own, but pleasantly buddy-buddy and with a yearn venous blood vessel running along its length. The circumcised head was smeared with shiny, glutinous precum, with a slobber of it already flowing from the very tip.



The boy smiled up at the man and licked his sass, sliding a hand up and wrapping his fingers around the diaphysis. `` Nice cock, daddy '' Brian cooed, gently squeezing the thick humanness in his hired hand. The man simply grunted in reception, his eyes locked on the kneeling crossdresser. Brian started to stroke it slowly, grateful that it was a manageable size ; yet he secretly lusted for a larger one, thrilled at the dirty thoughts running through his own capitulum. But this one would have to do, money was money after all.



Without hesitation, Brian leaned in and eagerly took the cock into his rima oris. Clamping his lips just under the pack under the head, he then swirled his natural language over the head. The man let out a moan of pleasure, and his cock responded by swelling and releasing a regular rate of flow of precum over the warm tongue that enveloped it. The precum was so sweet that Brian took a second to lick the tip clean before pushing down an inch, starting to bob up and down on the man 's peter. His back talk wrapped tightly around the shaft, and he sucked gently each time he pulled back toward the drumhead. In no clock time the man was moaning and whimpering ecstatically above him, resting a guide on hand on the boy 's head.



Taking Sir Thomas More and to a greater extent of the delicious pecker into his mouth, Brian soon felt the head teacher thumping against the back of his throat. Fingers curled in his hair's-breadth and tugged gently, urging him to go deeper. He acquiesced and pushed down further, wincing and swallowing to admit the oral sex to pop into his throat. The rest of the meaty shaft slipped right into his mouth, clump now resting on his Kuki-Chin. He swallowed strong and resisted the itch to gag, glancing up at the possessor of the cock buried in his mouth.



The man was glaring down at him, his eyes starting to sugarcoat over in lust. His voice was soft but strained. `` sanctum shit ... suck that rooster, you petty slut, '' he encouraged, rocking his pelvic arch forward to force slightly into Brian 's sassing in rhythm with the boy 's bobbing. Brian 's heart started to water as he looked up at the man, working along his length with his sassing and throat. He slipped a hand under the balls that bounced off his chin and cupped them gently, gagging slightly as his throat was used strictly for his partner 's pleasure.



spitting began to trickle down Brian 's Kuki and coat the balls that smacked against them. He could hear the man standing above him panting and grunting harder, but his pace only seemed to quicken. `` You like Daddy 's big cock, minuscule boy ? '' The dirty public lecture coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the young whoreson wilderness. His own hard-on leaked precum all the way down his cock, making it shimmer in the dim lighting. Brian resisted the impulse to partake himself and focused on pleasuring his node instead.



As the stripling teased his new Daddy with his script and oral fissure, he was greeted by a hard thrust into his mouth. He gagged hard, breathing hard through his nozzle as the head was just as quickly tugged from his throat. His fingers curled behind the man 's balls, pressing on the smudge just behind his hammock. He hummed softly over the head as it dragged across his tongue, more sweet precum coating it and mixing with his own tongue. His tongue flicked across the very tip, causing a sharp grunt to unloose from the man 's sass. The shaft was pulled from his oral fissure, leaving his painted lips with an hearable 'pop'.



'' William Tell daddy how old you are, piffling jade. '' The dirty man stood over him, panting and grunting as he furiously pumped his slipperiness light beam in his hand. Brian smiled up at him and spread his articulatio genus wider, giving the man a unspoilt look at the rooster between his unruffled legs, as if to support once again that he really was a boy.



I 'm only 14, daddy, '' Brian eked out in the most feminine articulation he could muster. No Oklahoman had he spoken those kit and boodle and opened his lip that Daddy began to buck and grunt. His blockheaded cock throbbed and erupted farseeing spurts of white gooey cum all over the boy 's face. He quickly shut his eyes, feeling the thick fluid ground all over his fount and stick to his skin. Some of it landed in his oral fissure and over his tongue, more dribbling down his chin.



Brian opened one eye and glanced up just as the man was working the last drops of cum over his buoyant role player breast, getting spots of cum onto his top and thorax. The expend stranger panted and almost fell backwards as his knees buckled. He reached for a nearby tree to steady himself, struggling not to shine over in post-coital cloud nine and exhaustion. He managed a weakened smile down at the cum-covered stripling, looking over his work.



As the cum-coated sissy wiped some of the seeded player from his fount and smeared it across his top, he watched in mild amusement as the man fumbled with his underdrawers and sting. He looked slightly ashamed but managed to gather his mettle as his cock was tucked back safely into the confines of his packer. `` Wow, that was ... that was amazing. Are you really 14 ? '' he asked, looking curiously over the boy.



Brian simply nodded and tried to giggle girlishly, flicking his knife across his sassing to work them clean. The man let out another soft moan, seeming to flush as he realized what a dirty affair he had just done. He reached for his wallet and produced a $ 20 bill, then quickly pushed it into Brian 's bra right adjacent to the for the first time, being thrifty not to allude the cum peppered over his skin and wearable. `` You earned that, sweetie. ``



Brian smiled wide-cut to thank the generous man, watching as he turned and made his way out of the dense pubic hair and into the night. Just as the man was out of heap, Brian reached between his smooth thigh and furiously stroked his own throbbing putz. He cupped one of his padded breasts in his early bridge player, feeling drops of cum against his fingerbreadth. He whimpered softly, feeling his balls tighten as his whole body ached for release.



His genu spread all-inclusive, back arching and headspring tilting back as his smooth young cock released, sending thick retentive ropes of cum flying out. It landed in flimsy current across the Mary Jane, the close of it leaking out over his digit, step-in, and skirt. The lowly spot was quite a muckle with a mixture of his and the customer 's cum.



As the adrenaline rush of the encounter washed away, Brian began tucking himself back into the confining pantie and attempting to smooth out his mucilaginous getup. He licked his digit clean of his own remainder of cum before reaching into the bra and producing his hard-earned money. He giggled when he saw a streak of cum across one of the bills, wondering if anyone would suspect how he got it when he finally went to drop it .
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