Making Dreams Come True

Part Two

As my December college break approached, my mind began to wander from my studies. My feminine side seemed to beckon me. The only catch in my lusty goal to become an exotic dancer was the expectation that Pierre had put forward to me. He wanted me to perform on both Friday and Saturday nights, the two biggest nights at his club.

The simple reality that I had two classes on Friday and a five-and-a-half-hour drive to Montreal would definitely require me to adjust. There just wasn’t enough time for me to check in to my hotel, get dressed and made up and then jet off to the club. It seemed quite a whirlwind, so I knew the simple solution. I would cut my Friday classes!

I had already had everything organized and packed earlier in the week. I slept fitfully on Thursday night, so I got up early. I put my two girly bags of luggage into my car and wasted no time in driving north to Canada. I was at customs by nine AM. Fortunately, I had minimal difficulty crossing the border. I was in Montreal by noon! It was too early to check in to my hotel so I touched base with Pierre. He answered my call immediately, asking where I was.

He seemed thrilled that I was already in town and he graciously invited me to his home. Thankfully my GPS navigation helped me find his street. The West Montreal area where he lived was quite elegant and upscale. I rang the doorbell as my male self. Pierre was quick to answer. He hugged me giving me a kiss on each cheek. Montreal was like being in Europe!

He kindly invited me in, making me feel very welcome. We sat opposite each other as he poured me a drink. He asked me about my drive. He knew I had been practicing my dance and asked if my level of confidence for tonight was good. I expressed some doubts but wanted to perform. He knew that public dancing was a first for me. He soon offered me a second drink. I think I was already a bit tipsy already having only snacked for food on the drive.

Pierre was so kind and friendly. I was incredibly flattered as he offered me a bedroom for me to stay in – in his home. He showed it to me on the second floor. It was really nice, with pretty pink walls and decorated in very modern black and grey accented furnishings. This was far better than most hotel rooms I had ever stayed in. At his suggestion, I called and cancelled my hotel reservation.

He suggested we get my things and he took me outside and he showed me a better space to park my car. He then helped me by carrying my two bags for me! Even though I was my guy self, he made me feel taken care of. He took my bags up into the bedroom as I sat and sipped my drink.

He came down and we sat again. I expressed my nervousness about the evening and my choreography. I did explain that I felt good about my routine and that I felt that though it may not seem super professional, it would, hopefully, be entertaining. “Do you want to show me, Cari?” Pierre asked with a genuine sense of sincerity. I smiled and was honestly excited by his question. “Yes, if you can give me time to get made up and ready, I’d like your opinion, Pierre,” I said enthusiastically.

He showed me upstairs again showing me a large bathroom adjoining my room. It was modern and stylish with a big jet tub. The wall was highlighted by mirrors that were wide, tall, and lighted, perfect for doing my make-up. Pierre asked me if I was hungry and said he would order some Mandarin food for us. Already I felt so quite comfortable with Pierre. He seemed like such a gentleman. I was truly excited about getting made up and showing him my dance routine!

He also was comfortable with me. He said I was a quite handsome young man and I guessed that he was perhaps gay or bisexual. I blushed, knowing that the owner of an LGBT club had at least either seen or experienced some very interesting things in his lifetime! His acceptance of diverse things was obvious, given his ownership of the alternative nightclub and the like he had shown for me when we had first met.

I had already shaven my body smoothly the night before and did a quick touch-up with the razor to my face. I applied my make-up using all the many tricks that I had learned over the last two years of being out in public. I finished my now very pretty face with a dark shade of bright red lipstick and quickly brushed out my shoulder length and recently bleached blonde hair. I felt great and looked like a quite sexy girl, at least to myself and my reflection.

My outfit was almost ridiculous in both function and appearance. It was nothing but a green-coloured minimalistic harness that exposed my entire body including my breasts. Barely covering my seven inches of male-hood, I certainly had to tuck myself to appear all female. I took some of the stretchy medical tape that I took for this purpose and did my best to tape my hardness between my legs in concert with the tiny panty bottom of the outfit.

I looked at my incredibly sexy and suggestive reflection. I was now implicitly aware that I would be virtually naked in front of a man that I really didn’t know in but a few seconds. I was going to dance in front of him, ending my routine in a nearly naked state. I think I knew how this might end. I’d be lying if I wasn’t being a little hopeful as well! I found Pierre attractive the minute we had met a month ago. His handsome face, perfectly tailored suits and refined elegance had me very smitten with him!

I then took a black, waist-length and tight-fitting tapered jacket, putting it over my almost purely nude body as a teasing cover-up. I didn’t want to be completely forward! I turned the music selection that I had chosen on my phone and danced a few notes. I smiled at my reflection, feeling excitement and happiness. It was time, and Pierre had me feeling both comfortable and confident in myself. I added some elegant perfume as I giggled to myself! I was now very excited to dance in front of Pierre!

In my five-inch high heels and my show outfit, I carefully paraded down the stairs. My lithe body felt incredulously feminine. I felt naughty too. Realizing that was probably hoping for more than just dancing for Pierre, I used my most overt and sexy sway and walk towards him. He was waiting and sitting in the large living room. His smiling face had me feeling rather proud of myself. Pierre’s first words had me blushing. “You look so hot and so sexy Cari! You are such eye candy that they’ll love you for sure, pretty girl!” He said enthusiastically.

Blushing further, I turned on my music on my phone.  My dance was a blur as I was soon seductively tossing my jacket midway in my dance, leaving my writhing, flowing body in near-complete nakedness. I was lost in the femininity and joy of my sensual ballet-like swaying. I finished with a flair with both hands over my head and then concluded with a cute, almost shy curtsey. I was being enthusiastically applauded! “Bravo” Exclaimed Pierre. I was grinning from ear to ear. There was now no doubt that my routine was adequate!

Pierre stood, came over to me and he hugged me. “Perfect,” he said. My coat was long gone following my striptease and I was virtually naked against him. I was smitten. I was suddenly feeling inflamed and even crazed. Instinctually I went to my knees. I looked up at his handsome face and rubbed his crotch! I almost couldn’t believe my forwardness. I felt so sexy and I was now in such need. I felt hardness beneath his pants! His wide-eyed smile told me everything was about to be even more than okay!

I unzipped his suit Pants. I was perhaps too eager and too hasty but I had been subliminally thinking about him for weeks. Becoming a dancer had been my goal, but I knew that right now, I most surely wanted him! I never met a man who would walk away from me now. I was certainly confident now! I found his shorts and felt his hardness. He helped, exposing his huge, thick, pre-cum oozing manhood as I was wide-eyed. It was stunning in length, thickness and shape.

I was rather greedy you might say. In seconds, I had him in my lips and mouth. I was voracious. My behaviour was much like that of a person who had been wandering the desert without water for days! He tasted incredibly good. His size, thickness and large mushroom-shaped cock head is just the kind of challenge I love! He was thick, at least eight inches long and his oversized cockhead was soon at the back of my throat. I heard him groaning and now I was enthusiastically taking the lead in one of my favourite traditional dances!

I so love to please a man orally and my goal is always to taste and swallow each and every inch! I love to look up at my lover’s face and when I do so. Pierre still looked a little wide-eyed and surprised. I was smiling even though he could only see it in my eyes. I think he could feel my smile though! I softened my throat and relaxed my body and soon inch after inch was soon disappearing inside me. Now choking like sounds I was making were filling the room, but I was as comfortable as a gurl could be!

When my lower lip met his balls and my upper lip his pelvis, I said to myself that I was just getting warmed up! Pierre was making loud groaning sounds and he was clearly moved by my actions. His grunts and pleasure wails had me dancing further! Now with my arms behind my back and my hand holding my wrist, I was in the perfect submissive position. I’d been taught well and in spite of still being a teenaged gurl, I was as capable as any gal could be!

It wasn’t long before he took hold of my head. My posture (hands behind back) had signalled that I was his to enjoy. He roared in deep guttural moans as he used my mouth and throat. I can gauge a lover by this and how he handles a gurl. I was enjoying this far more than one can imagine. My cock was so hard and escaped the tape in my panty bottom. This was as heavenly for me as it was for him! Far too many men have never experienced this kind of pure joy and this was the kind of joy that I so love to give to a man I liked!

I knew that I wanted his beautiful huge wondrous cock in my shamelessly naughty little bottom. I changed my posture, took hold of his stunning cock and kissed his cockhead. I looked up winking at him and then I stood as he immediately kissed me with a passion that was so intense. “Fuck me baby, please fuck me!” I said boldly. I was never so forward with a man. It didn’t matter. He took me by the hand.

He walked me to the base of the stairs and he literally threw me over his shoulder! I was being carried up the stairs helplessly! I loved it in spite of the blood flowing to my head! He did place me gently on his bed as he once again kissed me deeply. As crazed as the moment was, he stopped to strip and place his suitcoat, pants and shirt on hangers as I watched quizzically! He was very protective of his elegant clothing!

I was able to remove the tape from my crotch area as my own hardness strained. I slid off the outfit and the matching gloves and tossed them off the bed. Seeing him naked made me flush with lust. He was a workout warrior. His thighs, abs and arms were incredibly well defined in spite of his somewhat slim build. His cock was so big, so hard and dripping with pre-cum. As we say, he was happy to see me!

He went to the nightstand and pulled out a condom. I was impressed. A gurl shouldn’t have to ask! It didn’t take long for him to sheath himself and his lips met my lips again atop his bed. He asked me if I needed a little lubricant and I joked that I better, given the size of that massive pole between his legs! He was also kind enough to ask if I had a preferred position. I demurred to his preference, explaining that, “I never found one that I did not like!”

He had me get on my hands and knees as he lubricated my smooth, willing and more-than-ready bottom entrance. Naked and only in my white high heels, I was so very ready. His entry hurt at first but was more than welcome in spite of my high-pitched howls. It was but a few firm thrusts before he was deep inside me and all of my instincts took over. I’m a communicator as a past lover said. I talk almost incessantly telling my lover telling him what I like and always offering encouragement. Soon the “Oh Yes’s” and the “Oh God” squeals were filling the room! Enough said!

Pierre was clearly a very skilled lover. His fuck strokes were firm and almost ragingly rapid. In but a short time I was being fucked senseless! I was meeting each blurred thrust with my bottom as Pierre was quick to notice. He paused, put his hands on his hips, and grinned as my eager, needy bottom rode him and did all the work! I was so heated and stimulated. His cock was magical, finding places that brought me joy and wonder. I just seemed to wail in shrill shrieks squealing, “Oh yes baby yes!” as his bull-like member brought me everything my body and soul desired.

Suddenly I was being turned. He withdrew for a moment as I whined. In seconds we were face to face locked in a passionate kiss that was as hot and inflaming as his cock had just felt inside me. He reached down and grabbed his missile and centred it, while immediately and so wondrously returning it to my bottom. Locked in tongue searching kiss after kiss I was now being pummeled by his cock in such magnificent splendour that I was crying in literal joy. Pierre was skilled and so manly. I had found a perfect man, at least in the bedroom!

In this missionary style position, a gurl has little control. I gripped his bottom with both hands in spite of the fact that he surely didn’t need any guidance. My high heels were next to my ears as I was bent back like a gymnast. I closed my eyes enjoying what for me is perfection, especially with a stud of a man like him. His glutes were so firm, even hard. His muscular body strained with each powerful thrust giving me shivers and quakes like I had never felt before. He was filling the depths of my derriere, but he was also filling my feminine soul in completely.

Now the room was filled with sounds beyond my wails and groans. Each hard fuck stroke exploded against my smooth bum making a slapping sound in dozens of rapid-fire times per minute. I was becoming breathless, overwhelmed and moved beyond ecstasy. I could no longer speak and could only shriek in high-pitched desperate wails. Pierre’s rapid-fire fuck strokes pounded beyond and past my prostate giving me a myriad of pleasure/pain sensations that had me dizzied and on edge. I was past any physical control of my own body yet my soul spoke in the wonder and rapture of it all.

My ravaging suddenly began to seem endless. For perhaps forty-five more minutes or more, his continuous rapid-fire fuck strokes were incomprehensibly overwhelming. His hard body, hard huge cock and his frenzied, persistent thrusting was rendering my insides and my mind practically senseless. Overpowered and overcome, I knew no man had ever used my body so completely and so forcefully. I was getting just what I asked him for but far more than I could have ever dreamed.

I’ve been edged before by a skilled lover. Brought to near orgasm only to be frustrated again and again. Pierre was doing no such thing with me because he almost seemed to be teaching me a lesson! I knew that something had to give soon. The intensity of being fucked so profoundly had overwhelmed me to near madness. I had absolutely no control. Suddenly surge after surge of pleasure waves began to strike me like lightning. My body shook and I screamed so loudly that Pierre stopped cold.

As my entire body began pitching in shudder after shudder, Pierre realized what was happening. He paused only momentarily only to return to deliver even more frenetic and powerful fuck strokes. Crazy inaudible screeches and squeals escaped my mouth as my electrified body shook in torrents of pleasure waves. My hard erection, sandwiched between us exploded in wild spurts and gushes. Then it was Pierre’s turn. His deep guttural groans filled the room as I felt his condom filling in the depths of my anus. This was beyond incredulous!

Exhausted, I felt so many emotions as I lay beneath him. I was being kissed tenderly on the neck and face. My body still shuddered while my breath was slow to return to normal. I didn’t know if that was the most incredulous fuck of my life or what! I had just given myself so completely to a near stranger and I did manage a smile to myself. I realized how much I was now comfortable in being a man’s woman, but perhaps most I was pleased to accept the slut in me that I most surely just had been!

For a minute or two we kissed. I told Pierre that he was an incredible lover. He thanked me in French with a smile and another deep kiss. He then told me that he had to be at a meeting. He said he would be back very late and that we could meet at the club. He handed me a card with the key code for his door lock. With a last quick kiss, he was gone. Spent and literally drained, I got under the covers and curled up. I felt happy and wondrous and in but moments, I fell into a deep sleep.

End of Part Two