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4/24/2020 6:02 pm

A meetup

We met at a restaurant-pub. A safe place meet. She asked about my desires. I told her some of the lighter stuff, but I got the feeling that she knew I was holding bac After a bit of prodding her tone began to show a little impatience. She got up, shouldered her purse as if leave and said, "Follow ."
As she headed into the ladies room, I hesitated. At the time I looked like a guy. Though I had become quite comfortable in a ladies room when I was living as a woman, it had been a few years since I dressed the part.
With the door still open she looked back and beckoned, "Come on. There's no one in here." I followed her lovely round ass inside.
She entered a stall and held the door. "In here," she said in a matter-of-fact but sultry voice.
She closed and locked the stall door behind us. "Down," she instructed.
"Ok, so this is a test," I thought to myself. Sure, I'm game. I dropped to my knees on the bathroom floor.
She lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties and sat on the edge of the toilet. A bit of embarrassment washed over me. My face flushed.
"Pull out my tampon."
Wow, that was something I'd never done before. Will I hurt her? I reached toward her pussy and could feel her heat radiating to my hand as I grasped the string and pulled. The intimacy of the moment overwhelmed me. The tampon slid out, slightly swollen and stained with some blood and mucous. On my knees in the small stall, my face was right in front of her hot pelvis, the used tampon inches from my face.
"Wrap that in paper," she said, motioning toward the roll of toilet paper on the wall. She watched as I wrapped several layers of paper around the tampon. "Just hang on to that for now."
She slid back onto the toilet seat with her legs spread. She grasped a handful of my hair and pulled my face closer to the bowl. "Watch."
She began to pee. My face was mere inches away and my eyes were glued on the water falling from her slit. I could smell her acrid pee along with the dank but sweet smell of her menstruating womanhood. I had almost no experience with<b> water sports </font></b>or toilet but felt my over-sized clit getting stiff in my panties.
After a last couple of squirts, she slid back to the front edge of the toilet.
"Now lick me clean, slut," she commanded with more emphasis than her previous commands.
My mind reeled. This was a lot to take in unexpectedly. Yes, I had licked a woman on her period before but this situation was new and distinctly humiliating. However, I knew this was a test of my submissiveness and I liked her so I really wanted to pass her test.
Tentatively, I leaned forward. Her hand was still holding my hair but she wasn't pulling me to her. She wanted see if I'd do it of my own free will. I wanted to. I always want lick pussy. But this wasn't a clean pussy. This was a 'dirty' pussy in my mind. As I put out my tongue, the shame and humiliation completely overtook my mind and body. I touched her with just the tip of my tongue and drew the taste into my mouth. It was good. It was bad. Bitter but sweet. Salty but sugary. A menagerie of mixed flavors. My head said no but my other head said yes. I gave her whole slit a good lap with my whole tongue. The scent and flavor was so strong!
She gently pulled my head in tighter to her crotch so that my mouth was mashed against her mound. "Clean me good, baby," she uttered with a sweet sexiness. Apparently I was doing good. I was totally humiliated but was making her happy. I licked her slowly and deeply, getting my tongue in her urethra and vagina.
She moved forward and pushed my head down. "What's she doing?" I pondered for a second. My mouth slid away from her hole and toward the cleft of her gorgeous ass cheeks.
"Yes, clean me there, too." She wanted me to lick her asshole. I thought about how I barely knew this woman, having met online last week and in person only an hour ago.
I touched my tongue to her dark hole. There was that bitter tasted I had only sampled one time before. My nerves finally spazzed as I realized how much control she had taken so quickly and how compliant I was. And where we were. I trembled inside as I licked her puckered asshole over and over, being sure to clean every crevice.
Finally, she let my hair loose and slid away from my mouth. I sat up straight, blinking repeatedly as I absorbed what had just taken place. She reached in her purse and pulled out a fresh tampon and handed it to me.
"Put my new tampon in for me, slave," as she smiled sweetly down at me. I had seen it done but never ever expected that I would be inserting one.
I removed the tampon from the wrapper and pulled out the string. My fingers were trembling as I put the applicator between her nether lips and carefully, gently, slid it inside her until my fingers touched her. I pushed the plunger, then gently pulled out the applicator leaving the string dangling.
"Nice job, sweetie," she said smiling and gave me a little pat on the head. " All done," she announced as she stood and pulled up her panties. She straightened and smoothed her skirt then touched me under the chin, coaxing me up from my knees. I stood there, our faces inches apart in the tiny stall. My lips and nose smelled strong of pussy. I was undone. Transfixed. I swallowed, the mingled tastes of her still on my lips and tongue.
She took my left hand in hers and led me out of the stall toward the sinks. In my right hand I obediently still held her used tampon. I watched her wash her hands while I just stood there dumbfounded, still trying to absorb everything that had just happened. This was beyond anything I'd ever fantasized. That's when I accepted that I liked it. And that she had totally hooked me!
"Ok, put that in the trash can and wash your face and hands. I don't think you'd want others to smell you right now.
"You did well, slave. Now that I know you're for real, I will want to see you again. Now I want you to do one more thing for me. I want you to wait right here for one minute, then you can leave. I will call you when I'm ready to test you further."
"Yes, Mistress," was all I could say. My mind was a mess.
As I watched her sexy ass sway out the door, all I could think was how much I wanted more of that. She was my dream woman that knew exactly how to handle me. When the door closed behind her, it suddenly dawned on me that, incredibly, no other woman had come into the bathroom that whole time. "How long has it been?" I questioned as I looked at my phone. Less than minutes! It seem like a half hour. God, she was so good! I licked my teeth and found there was still a flavor of her. I relished the taste and the visions of her still in my mind as I opened the door and strode out. If I'd met a woman entering, I wouldn't have blushed at all. hell with embarrassment, I was walking on cloud 9.


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