Not only did Justin not come back over the Saturday night after he fucked me that afternoon, I did not see Justin or hear from him all week! The following Sunday I waited for him and even put on my bikini and lay out by my pool hoping he would come over, but he didn’t. I was sad and my feelings were hurt and I was horny thinking of all the things he did to me and what I did for him. I thought about how his cum tasted, how his big cock fucked my asshole, how he humiliated me, how I submitted to his dominance, and even the photos and video. The photos and video he took of me had turned me on more than I ever imagined they would. I swore I would never let him do that again, but I knew I would if he asked. Not only to please him but also because I reluctantly had to admit to myself that I had gotten off on it. I told myself and him I did not want him to show anybody the pictures or the video, but deep down I was hoping he would. As bad and slutty as it made me feel, I got aroused thinking of him showing his friends and them seeing me like that. My exhibitionism fetish was coming to light. The rest of the week, work helped me a little when I did not hear from Justin because it kept me busy. I still thought about him a lot however and as I mentioned, work only helped me a little. I could not get him out of my mind and I didn’t want to. I wanted to see him again, I wanted him to come over and fuck me and dominate me as he did Saturday, and I wanted to be his tranny whore. I would get horny and an erection but I refrained from masturbating all week because each day and night I was hoping the boy would come walking through my sliding glass doors to take me again and I wanted to be able to cum for him as much as I could. As I mentioned, I was an affectionate, needy, and clingy person when in a relationship and I got sad and lonely when I didn’t get the attention I craved. I tried to be strong was determined not to let Justin see that part of me because from the few relationships I had in the past, I knew men got annoyed with that. They liked it at first but eventually, they became annoyed with my neediness and clinginess. I began to think Justin did not want me anymore regardless of what he told me, that I would be his whore for the summer or even longer. I began to think I was just a fetish fuck for him and he was now satisfied with that fetish and moved on. That also made me sad and hurt my feelings. I once even cried a little one night thinking about it. I always had the fault of getting too attached to men and developed emotional feelings for them too quickly. My strength and determination and willpower lasted until Wednesday and I broke down and sent Justin a text. I asked him if he was coming over soon. He replied he was busy with family and friends and promised he would come over and fuck me soon, but he didn’t give me a day. I replied back and once again promised the boy if he came over that night I would do anything he wanted. Yes, I was pathetic in my neediness. Justin replied with a laughing emoji and “can’t stay away from my big, white cock?” I replied begging him to come over. His last reply was he would come over when he could. I avoided Justin’s mother Julia like the plague. We normally got together about once or sometimes twice a week in the evening and shared a bottle of wine and gossiped. She called me once and I did not answer and she came over to my house on Thursday night with a bottle of wine and to see if I was well. I lied and told her I was not feeling well all week. I could not even look her in the eyes. She asked if I needed anything, I told her no, and she told me she hoped I felt better by Monday so I could attend her and her husband’s Memorial Day cookout. I told her I would try and make it. She promised her husband would Ankara bayan escort have veggie burgers for me.After she left I felt guilty about what I did with Justin, but that did not stop me from wanting the boy again. Even guilt could not stop my desire for her son to use me as his private whore. I decided I would skip the cookout.The weekend was worse than the weekdays. I did not have work to keep me occupied. I lay out by the pool again hoping Justin would come over but he didn’t. By Saturday I was beyond horny. Even though I had not had sex in a long time before Justin fucked me, I was very active in my solo masturbation sessions. Now my sexual desires were much worse than before since I was fucked by Justin. I had forgotten how much I loved sex and promised myself that even if Justin did not fuck me again I would never go so long without sex. I wanted to masturbate badly and to have an orgasm but I refrained and at least showed some willpower. I still held out hope that the boy would come over that night. He didn’t, and he didn’t Sunday night.Monday I decided I would go to the cookout. I wanted to see Justin and maybe get a chance to confront him in private and hopefully entice him to come to my house and fuck me later that evening after the cookout. I planned the outfit I would wear with care.I decided to wear the same outfit I wore the day Justin told me he first saw me and developed his crush on me. Before I got dressed I made sure I was very clean, using another enema just in case. I showered and washed very well, made sure my makeup was perfect, and put my hair in a single ponytail that ran down my back and I teased my hair to make it flare out after the tie of the ponytail. I wore the same light blue sundress with white polka dots that I wore that Labor Day. It was strapless and didn’t need a bra. Under it, I wore a pair of blue panties that were bikini briefs but made of a mix of polyester and spandex. I liked how the silky feeling material felt against my skin and penis. I put on a pair of white athletic socks with blue stripes across the top and my blue Converse high tops. It was the same way I was dressed the Labor Day Justin talked about, besides the panties. I had no idea what underwear I wore that day.The cookout was as I expected, with neighbors attending and beer and wine and even mixed drinks flowing. I was not much of a drinker but I did enjoy a glass or two of wine at a social function. Of course, Justin was there and of course so was his girlfriend, Kathy. Kathy looked so pretty in her white shorts and halter top that showed cleavage of her well-shaped breasts. She attracted glances of the other men at the party. I was jealous. Justin also invited his best friend David and who I assumed was David’s girlfriend, a cute, slightly chubby Asian girl. I had met David before at other backyard cookouts Justin’s parents had. I kept looking at Justin as I mingled with a few of my neighbors and tried to see if he noticed me but he didn’t even look at me. Being sad, angry, and jealous, I was working on my third glass of wine while I talked to Mrs. Williams. I got annoyed with her as she told me her son had recently broken things off with the girl he was dating and trying to get me to call him. I wanted to lean in and whisper in her ear, “What would you, your husband, and your son think if I told you I had a cock between my legs?” I didn’t, of course.Being somewhat introverted at social gatherings I sat on a chair in the back yard and observed other people. I liked to observe and people-watch and make up backstories about them. That day I mostly observed Justin. I watched as he stayed mostly with his girlfriend and friends, sometimes helping out his parents when asked. I noticed he was Escort bayan Ankara very attentive to Kathy and treated her very gentlemanly, unlike how he treated me a week ago. It was easy to tell Justin was the leader of his little group. I was right when I disagreed with his mother when she told me Justin’s bad behavior was influenced by his friends. It was her son who influenced them.David, who I knew was almost a year older than Justin, seemed to do anything Justin told him to. The other boy even laughed at Justin’s cruel humor toward David’s girlfriend, but Kathy would chastise him for it. I watched as I finished my third glass of wine, felt the effects, and decided to stick with water. The more I watched Justin, the angrier I got and the more jealous I got. I hated when he would hold Kathy’s hand or lean over and kiss her cheek. I hated when she would giggle ever so delightful at his jokes or comments. Most of all I hated that he ignored me. I knew we couldn’t mingle like girlfriend and boyfriend or lovers, but he could have at least come over and said hello and talked to me for a while. Julia handed me a plate with a veggie burger on it but I was so upset that I was not hungry.I decided to stay for about another hour, hoping the boy would at least come and say hello. The wine and the two bottles of water I drank had gotten to me and I needed to pee. I went into the house and found the downstairs guest bathroom occupied and I had been holding in my urge to urinate and needed to pee badly. I knew the house well, having been over there many times, and knew Julia would not mind if I used the master bathroom in her and her husband’s bedroom.I lifted the hem of my dress, pulled down my panties, and sat down and peed. Yes, I sit down when I pee. After I was done I pulled up my panties and flushed the toilet. I checked my makeup in the mirror and opened the bathroom door to leave. When I opened the door and started to walk out of the bathroom, I bumped into Justin, who was coming in at the same time. Justin pushed me back into the bathroom, locked the door, and pressed my butt into the sink. He leaned down to kiss me.I turned my head and his kiss landed on my cheek, “Justin, stop,” I demanded.Justin ignored me and started kissing my neck. It felt so good and my penis became erect. Not having masturbated or having an orgasm in over a week, Justin’s kisses on my neck aroused me very quickly. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I let Justin kiss my neck and ears as I was lost in my desire. I didn’t come to my senses until I felt his hand start to move up my thigh. I pushed it way.“Stop, Justin. Please stop,” I tried to pull away but I was trapped between the boy and the counter.“I want you, Tamara.”“You had plenty of chances to have me all week,” I told him. “I waited for you all week and you never came over. You never even called me and the only time I heard from you was in a text that I had to start. I did not appreciate that and it hurt my feelings,” I admitted how it made me feel.Justin pulled his head back and put both arms around my waist. “I was busy. Graduation is next week and Kathy was demanding a lot of my time. She is leaving right after graduation to visit her grandparents in North Carolina for the summer and won’t be back until the end of July. She is going to Vanderbilt for college so we won’t see each other much.”“Well, go fuck her then if you need to get off,” I said jealously. Justin chuckled, “I have been but she is on her period now. Plus, I want you. I want your tranny pussy. I missed your tight asshole.” The boy grinned at me, “Plus, she is not as slutty and freaky as you are.”“I am not a slut!” I lowered my voice, fearful someone may have heard me, “I am not a slut. I don’t Bayan escort Ankara appreciate being used as you did to me.”“I told you the truth, Tamara. I never lied to you about what you are to me and I won’t. Do you want me to lie and tell you I love you and I am going to dump Kathy to be with you? That we are going to walk back outside and announce to everyone that you are now my girlfriend? You know we are not going to do that and we can’t do that. You know exactly what you are to me and you know you enjoy it and want it.”He was right. Justin could never be my boyfriend and we never could have a public relationship. I was just going to be an affair for him, a piece of ass on the side when he needed me, and his whore for when he needed one. He was also right that I did enjoy it. I enjoyed it a great deal and the thought of it made me more aroused. I put my arms back around his neck and kissed him passionately. Justin kissed me back and once again I felt his hand go up my thigh. I broke our kissing and he started on my neck and ears again, causing me to moan and whimper in pleasure. His hand was soon on my crotch and he was rubbing my panties over my hard cock. The sensation of the silky-like material on my penis felt so good.“Justin, please, not here. We…we can go back to my house later. I will wait for you,” I begged as my breathing increased from arousal. “I…ohhh, that feels so good…I will suck your cock as much as you want, swallow as much of your cum as you want me to, and you can fuck me with that huge dick as much as you want. Just please, not here.”Even though I protested I did nothing to try and stop Justin from touching me the way he was. It felt too good for me to make him stop and I was also glad he was once again showing me attention that he denied me all week. Justin pulled his head back from my neck and I looked up into his eyes. “Lift your dress,” he told me.I lifted the short hem of my dress to my stomach and made a small gasp when Justin placed his hands on the waistband of my panties and peeled the front down. My hard cock sprang loose. “Not here.” My voice was weak.“I want to see your tranny cock.” Justin ran his fingers over my erect penis a few times and I shivered in pleasure. “I never thought another dick could be so sexy.”Justin started to unbutton his khaki cargo shorts and I looked down to watch it. I no longer cared where we were or if someone would walk in and catch us. The boy pulled down his shorts and underwear together and his huge cock jumped out; he was also hard. Justin stepped out of his shorts and underwear as he moved close to me again. I watched as he took his large penis and pressed it against mine. I found the contrast of his white flesh and my darker flesh erotic, and the way his large cock dwarfed my smaller one was sexy to me. I sometimes wished I had a much smaller penis to look more feminine and the size of Justin’s cock compared to mine made me feel just that. Justin took both our cocks in his hand and I moaned out. “Spit on them.”I leaned forward and dribbled some of my saliva on our cocks. My first attempt missed and fell on his wrist but my second attempt landed between the heads of our dicks. Justin started rubbing our cocks together with his hand and stroking them. “Uhhh…the door…please lock the door,” I whimpered. “I already did and I locked the bedroom door also. Just relax, Tamara.”“What…what if someone comes looking for us? Uhhh fuck, that feels so good…what are we going to tell people?” “I already made my excuse and I’m sure you can make up something for yourself.”“What if someone hears us?” I was making up excuses. Yes, I wanted Justin to fuck me. I wanted that badly, but I was nervous about being caught.Justin smiled, “You are loud when you get fucked.” He looked around the bathroom and grinned when he looked at the floor. “I have an idea, but first get on your knees and suck my cock. Just for a bit because we don’t have much time.”I nodded and got on my knees and Justin put his hand on the back of my head. I looked up at him. “Don’t…please don’t make me do it so rough this time.”