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The reply was quick. "How about I turn your little sissy balls black and blue and then make you lick your own cum off of my clit?"

A warm hot surge flowed down through my body. My knees became shaky and my cock pushed hard against the thin fabric of my panties. I was wearing my favorite outfit. The black stilettos with the little strap around the ankle, white thigh highs and panties that crawled up the crack of my shaved white ass. I hadn't bothered to put on the black velvet dress that stopped just above the elastic top of the thigh highs but it was hanging on the bedpost behind me.

I took a gulp of the whiskey and replied with trembling hands. "Shall I come to your place?"

I hit 'send' and felt my eyes glaze over in zombie like lust. My heart was racing and my teeth chattered slightly as the adrenaline tore through me. The reply came quickly. "600 South 9th. Door's open."

I walked shaking over to my jeans and pulled them on over the sheer fabric of the stockings and panties. My dick resisted as I pushed all 8 inches of it down into my pants. A t-shirt, shoes, coat and a grocery bag filled with the heels, toys, lube and condoms and I'm out the door.

As I drove, my mind was blank save for the images of high heels, mouthfuls of cum, cocks hanging in front of my mouth, asses in the air with panties pulled down. My hands shook on the wheel, my balls ached for release.

I parked on the street. A porch light illuminated a small shotgun house on a dark street. I texted a friend of mine who knows what I do and sent her the address. 'Have fun and be careful,' was all the reply said.

Jesus.

I took my bag and walked to the front door. I turned the handle and as advertised, it was open. On the couch sat a thin man with a wig and hollow cheeks. He wasn't passable but he wasn't awful either. It didn't matter what he looked like actually; the more horrible the better in a way. He was dressed in a similar fashion to me. A clear plastic stripper platform heel dangled from his stocking covered foot. The black stockings disappeared in a pile of sheer black material that covered black lacy garters, panties and bra. He smiled broadly and stood to greet me. He shoved a hand forward, "Hi. I'm Debbie, won't you come in?"