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the china girl - part 3
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I tried to avoid any discussion with Miss F about the nature of the rest of my sexual activities, as well as my own sexuality when outside our encounters. Over time she had figured out, or just assumed, from her knowing about the nature of Mistress R’s night work, that I had other clients besides her. When she did ask me about ‘the other women’, I told her that I had to honor and respect the absolute privacy of everyone, including her. ‘Would you like it known by someone else about the nature of our relationship?’ I would pose to her, which she then admitted, almost embarrassed, ‘no… you’re right.’ After a while, her questioning about it decreased as I gave her the same question-answer every time.
The fact that she would only just ask about ‘other women’ reinforced with me that she would not be able to understand or accept my bisexuality. I was curious to see what would shock her, and I found she was easily shocked by homosexuality or confused why people would do this or that.
One night while staying at the hotel with her, I suggested as if on a innocent whim, while changing channels on the television, ‘hey, let’s rent and watch one of these porn movies they have!’ She hesitantly agreed, so I picked one that had lesbians in it, all to see what her reaction would be.
It didn’t take long to get her saying, ‘eww, isn’t that gross?’ – ‘How so?’ I asked, staring at her with one of my hands positioned under my chin with an expectant ‘hmm’ expression waiting for her reasoning.
‘Why would two women want to kiss and do that to each other?’ she asked again. – ‘So, you never had the desire to see what it would be like with another woman in bed?’ – ‘No.’ It was obvious and pointless to push the issue any further as well as knowing I needed to keep a lid on my own sexual tastes from her.
I figured out pretty fast in our encounters that, in her mind, along with sexual activity being strictly heterosexual, it consisted of only two positions, missionary and doggy – but she didn’t like being taken from behind because she thought it was crude and ‘wrong’. She found oral sex troublesome, because while she thoroughly enjoy me licking her slit (“no one has done that to me before”), she was uncomfortable putting my penis in her mouth – although she did sometimes suck me off because she must have thought in her mind that felt she owed me in return for eating her out. But I never pushed her on that because I could tell she was bothered by the act.
However, not all was dismal sex for me. One positive by-product from her asking about ‘these other women’ was due to her own lack of self-confidence she would ask me about what they wore, as well as what I found attractive with women, their hairstyles, and stuff like that. With this, I was on much safer ground to express with her what attracted me to women and – although not calling them my fetishes – what I ‘found sexy about women’.
As I told once when she asked: ‘for me, it’s the packaging. I am attracted to all kinds of women of various shapes and sizes and types, but obviously when you meet them for the first time you only see them with their clothes on. So how they dress, or rather, some types or styles of clothing, are what catch my eye and basically ‘sell’ them for my further interest’.
‘Well, what do you like?’ she asked.
‘Well, to be truthful, I really do like how you dress sometimes. Don’t ask me why I do, but I find some of your office attire… your skirts and shoes and suits very pleasing to my eyes.’ She gave a happy smile, a self-confirmation in the face of her own insecurities. And, knowing what I liked, she was very willing and eager to ‘dress to impress’ me.
It then hit on me: ‘Why don’t we tomorrow afternoon go out and do some clothes shopping for you, and then you can dress up for me for when we go out for dinner, how does that sound?’ Her response was more smiles and happy, affirmative nodding.
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The next day, a Saturday where I would be in her company the entire day, after lunch we headed out to explore some of the downtown stores. I told her, ‘take me to some of the places you shop at, and I’ll see what is there that I would like to see you in.’ She took me to one of the higher-end designer department stores.
We walked in and I stopped her. ‘Okay, let’s start first with your underwear’ as I looked for the lingerie department, taking her in hand when I finally spotted it. Seeing all the lace and stockings when we got there, I had to really fight my own urges and supressed bi-boy arousal to buy stuff for myself.
She followed me around closely as I began to rummage my way through some of the clothing racks, keeping her close to me and holding hands, so we gave off the impression we were a couple shopping. I figured anything seriously risqué was off the table with her, but after around a ten-minute search, I found a nice black lace underwire bra and underwear combination that was still more edgy that what she wore. From her reaction I could tell she was a little taken back by it, but nevertheless said it looked nice and agreed with the selection.
As we left the department, I spotted some packs of lace stay-up stockings, checked for her size and said, ‘these will do’ as I towed her behind me before she could have any doubts or objection.
We then went looking for an outfit. I was torn between trying to convince her to wear an Audrey Hepburn little black dress or go for a more sexy and risqué business look – because despite what confidence issues she had about her own appearance, she really could wear business clothing really well. I decided I’d try to build up a ‘sexy secretary’ look for her. When I found items like a short skirt or some blouse that could accent her appearance, I had her go off into the change room to try on various combinations.
I ended up settling on two tight synthetic leather mini-skirts, one black and one red – and for her tops, a straight-forward women’s dress shirt for which I would later grab a men’s black tie (I had it in my mind to secretly see if she would wear something ‘male’), a white tight high neck collar top that bared her arms and shoulders, and two lower cut, tight tops – again one in red, and the other in black – that went low down well into her smaller bust area. Keenly watching her various reactions and nervousness when she appeared from the change room in the outfit combos’, I could tell she felt more exposed than she was used to wearing or showing, but also she was noticing my appreciativeness, and so her willingness to impress and please me.
Lastly we picked up some black six-inch stilettos. She already had a decent shoe collection, some of which I myself secretly desired, but nothing more than four inches high. She really did have difficulty walking around in them when trying on, but then I whispered to her, ‘these are more for the hotel and bedroom later’. She quickly removed them and headed for the cashier with them.
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That evening, while cleaning up and changing to go out (we had fucked on return to the hotel from our shopping trip), I told her to surprise me with what she had bought this afternoon. I was usually ready before her, so I’d sit with a drink and wait looking out at the skyline until she appeared from the bedroom. While we were sexually intimate, we had a habit of showering and dressing separately.
Around twenty minutes into my drink, she walked out of the bedroom into the main open lounge area in our room. She had gone with the black skirt and red low-cut top, which even more so than when we were at the stores, now clung on to her even tighter and exposed more of her upper chest. She had bare legs and seemed more stable now walking in the six-inches, although when we did leave, she held on to my elbow the entire time to and from the room for some support on the slippery hotel floors.
‘How do I look?’ she asked apprehensively. I then noticed she had done up her eyes and face with make-up, finished off with bright-red gloss on her lips. ‘Wow…’ was all I could say, in serious shock – and genuinely impressed – by her transformation. She could actually clean up pretty well if she tried or had some guidance to push her along.
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On our return to the room later that evening, we had sex throughout that night until daybreak, stopping for an hour or two for sleep, before one of us woke the other up to begin another round of lovemaking. Even though I was still a prostitute for her, it really did feel like lovemaking with Miss F. Later I talked her into wearing her stockings and heels in bed, which she found to be wild and daring for her – and absolutely arousing for me.
She soon came to realize in subsequent sessions we spent with each other, just how much I could be reeled in by her just from her elevated appearance. I started noticing new pieces appearing in her wardrobe, that she had gone out and purchased on her own initiative in the weeks between our encounters, all geared towards what she thought I wanted to see her wear – what would get me more and more attracted to her. What I found exciting and arousing, was how underneath all her newfound daring was still the same unsure, nerdy, awkward woman – which when combined together, the clash between her appearance versus her personality just seemed to make her even more attractive and desired by me.
Sometimes I forgot I was ‘working’ when with Miss F and it wasn’t until I took my leave on the Sunday afternoon, when she dropped me off at Mistress R’s studio or at the train station that I was reminded again and again that this was all still fake in the big picture – or it should be fake, except there were genuine feelings there between us over the two or so years of weekend sessions we spent together. Of all my clients, she easily meant the most to me as a human being whom I actually cared about beyond the sex acts.
More than a few times, when I spoke with Mistress R in my ‘debriefing’ about the session, I confessed I was sometimes worried that I could find myself falling for Miss F under different circumstances – although those worries were easily dashed when I remembered that I enjoyed cock and men as well as Miss F. It would never work between us, at some point I would have disappointed her when she found out about my bisexuality and crossdressing behavior.
However, as time went on I did start to take some precautions with her – namely I started wearing condoms. It had become clear to me over time that she was really interested in me, and sometimes it almost felt like an obsession with her, in that she couldn’t wait for our next weekend together. When she had me go as her date to her own social and business events, she really played up our usual cover story that we were a couple. That hit me one day when she asked me for a photograph that she could keep in her wallet or purse. I was hesitant but still reluctantly agreed.
As well, she occasionally asked me questioning that seemed to be her trying figuring out how she could convince and pull me away out of my sexwork for Mistress R and make me all her own. I started to get a little paranoid about that when one day she mentioned she had been a couple days late with her period, before it finally arrived; until that point we had never used protection between us as she was on the pill. That had me wondering if she was possibly devious enough to try and get pregnant from me, as a means to latch us together permanently. I had constantly made it clear that I was not interested in a relationship with her – but I couldn’t explain the details why not to her, as she would simply not understand or comprehend my own sexuality.
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Posted on : Feb 5, 2022
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