Chapter 1: The Meetup

Misty couldn't control her excitement as she stepped out of the car and into the luxurious hotel in Maryland. She'd been chatting with James online for years, and they finally decided it was time to meet in person. She took a deep breath, adjusting the straps of her white lingerie outfit as she walked towards the check-in counter. 55 years old and a lifelong crossdresser, Misty was used to pushing boundaries. The outfit she selected was completely see-through, revealing her feminine figure and everything in between. She wore matching 5-inch patent white heels that clicked against the marble floor as she walked. The reason for the revealing outfit was James's foot fetish; he wanted to suck, lick, and sniff her stinky feet. Misty smirked to herself as she approached the front desk, wondering what kind of reaction she would get from the staff.

"Welcome, ma'am. How can I assist you today?" The clerk's voice was smooth and professional, but Misty could see the curiosity in his eyes as he looked her up and down. "I have a reservation under James Smith," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The clerk checked his computer and smiled. "Yes, Mrs. Smith. Room 302. Your keycard is ready. Enjoy your stay." Misty took the keycard and made her way to the elevators, her heart racing with anticipation. Room 302. She couldn't believe it was finally happening.

Once in the room, she locked the door behind her and took a moment to catch her breath. She'd been wearing this outfit for over three weeks now, and her feet were more than ready for a good washing. But first, she had to prepare for James. She unpacked the furry padded shackles she'd brought along and secured them around her ankles and wrists, tying herself to the chair. Then, she positioned herself with her legs pulled way back, exposing her clean-shaven balls, cock, and anus. She took a deep breath and picked up the black ball gag she'd also brought. It was time to play James's game.

Chapter 2: Worship at the Altar of Misty's Cock

The clock struck 7:00 PM, and Misty's phone rang. She picked it up, her heart pounding in her chest. "James?" she asked breathlessly. "Are you ready, Misty?" His voice was low and seductive. She nodded, her eyes locked on the phone as if he could see her. "Yes, James. I'm all yours." She heard the click of the phone hanging up and waited, her body tense with anticipation.

The door opened a few minutes later, and there he was - James, in a white button-up shirt and slacks. His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. Misty's heart skipped a beat at the look of awe on his face. He slowly undid his shirt, revealing his torso, and crawled towards her. Misty watched as he stopped at her feet, his eyes fixated on her stinky toes. "My, my," he murmured, "I've dreamed of this moment for so long." He put his face between her feet and took a deep breath, his lips brushing against her toes. Misty moaned as he began to suck on each one, his tongue dancing around her arches and toes. She couldn't believe the sensation; it felt incredible. As he worked his way up her legs, she could feel him licking and kissing every inch of skin.

. Finally, he reached her cock, and Misty let out a soft cry of pleasure as he took it into his mouth, sucking and licking until she thought she'd lose her mind. He worked his way up and down, his hands caressing her balls and ass, making her moan louder. She'd never felt anything like this before - it was both painful and exquisite, and she knew she couldn't last much longer. "James..." she whimpered into the ball gag, "I'm gonna cum." He didn't stop, instead, he increased his pace, his tongue flicking against her frenulum and the head of her cock. Misty's body tensed as she felt the first wave of pleasure wash over her, her legs trembling in anticipation. She climaxed hard, crying out, muffled by the gag, as her seed filled James's mouth. He didn't stop, instead, he swallowed every drop greedily, his eyes never leaving hers. This went on for hours, Misty climaxing multiple times as James worshipped her cock, pinching her nipples, sucking her deep, and finger-fucking her ass as he went. Each time she thought she couldn't take anymore, he found a new way to push her limits. Finally, after three orgasms, Misty's eyes filled with tears, she trembled from erotic exhaustion...James eyed her and decided perhaps she needed a break...

Chapter 3: Aftermath

As James untied the shackles from her wrists and ankles, Misty sank back into the chair, gasping for air. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, and she couldn't help but shake with pleasure. She looked down at her now-swollen cock, amazed at what it had just been through. James smiled at her, his eyes shining with admiration. "That was incredible," he said, his voice hoarse. Misty nodded, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. They made their way to the sofa, where they sipped wine and talked for hours about their experiences. James seemed to be in awe of Misty, his eyes never leaving her body. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride - she'd never felt more beautiful or desired in her life. As the night wore on, they cuddled on the sofa, their bodies warm and sticky with sweat and sex. Misty couldn't believe how amazing it felt to finally be with James, to share this intimate experience with someone who truly appreciated her. She fell asleep in his arms, dream of the day they could this again