The Fourth Blowjob

You wake up the next morning, groggily pulling the sheets over your head in an attempt to block the sunlight. Just a few more minutes.... No! Bob wants you there early, so you have to do what he said! Quickly you make yourself a half-assed breakfast and speed over to Bob's.

"Ahhh..." He yawns as he opens the door, one arm stretched out on the frame, blocking your entrance. But also giving you a nice view of his intimidating muscles. "What's up?"

"Hey."

"Listen, I've got something I need to do quick, you mind fixing me breakfast while you wait?"

"But what about the game!?" He doesn't want to cancel, does he?

"After breakfast. Come on, I'll just be 10 minutes."

"OK, so what can I make for you?"

He gives you a knowing smirk and then instructions, which you dutifully follow. When you're alone, you can't help but feel like a wife making breakfast for her hard-working husband. When Bob's finished with whatever he was doing, he comes down to eat while you nervously tap your foot, impatient to make him feel good.

"Thanks for this, you know you make a pretty good breakfast!"

"No problem. What was it you had to do?"

"Don't worry about it. You ready to start?"

"Good."

"Kay, I'll make myself some coffee while you dress upstairs."

In front of you was a wig, a dress, nail polish, make-up, some heels, a bra, and even a pair of panties. You want to feel Bob's cock in your mouth now, but you know you have to put everything on first.

You start with the pink panties. The silky texture feels exciting against your penis, but you're so hard you can't pull them on! Frustrated, you decide to leave the panties for last, and switch your attention to the bra. It's pretty small, and it feels awkward sitting there on your chest without supporting anything. The white dress goes on easily, fitting snugly against your boyish frame. Next is the blonde wig, which hides your short-cropped hair. You pick the red nail polish and carefully paint it over your nails, making sure you get every spot. Finally, you get to the make-up. You start with the foundation, then you brush some powder on and add pink blush over your cheeks. Eye shadow and eyeliner are next, with you choosing a darker color to contrast with your skin. Finally, a lushous red lipstick you can decorate Bob's cock with.

All done, you take a look in the mirror. With some imagination, the reflected image could very well pass for a girl. A more accurate description would be that of a trap or an androgynous person, but for the first time you feel you did an excellent job. A small part of you feels humiliated at all this, but another part feels more excited than ever.

You turn away and put on the panties, your little cock fitting plumply in their cold embrace. One last step: you take off your socks and put on the heels. It'll take some getting used to walking in them, but your lithe form definitely makes things easier. Satisfied with yourself, you head on downstairs.

"Awww, look at you!" He teases. "You look like your sister!"

You do, don't you? "Mmmm, and was there anything you ever wanted my sister to do for you?" You tease back.

"One or two things. I'm sure you can show me."

Finally! You get down on your knees as Bob keeps his eyes on you, clearly appreciating all the effort you put into your appearance. Eagerly pulling his pants down, you're greeted with all 8 inches jumping up to attention. You can't help but giggle at how you're making him feel. Slowly, you lap at his head, tasting his delectable precum. Like a cat with a bowl of milk. Gently, you part your jaw and take him in your mouth, plump red lips forming a round 'O' around the giant. After a while, you open even wider, pushing his cock into your throat. No gag reflex by now, you comfortably take him down to the base and back, your throat knowing where to contract to give him the pleasure you want.

"Yeah, there's a good girl," Bob rubs your head appreciatively, with some of your blonde hair falling over your head, providing a stark contrast with his dark, masculine pubes.

He starts pumping his hips steadily in an attempt to bury himself further down your gullet. Another burst of precum oozes onto your tongue, and your body lights up with pleasure again, like a junkie getting his fix. Your eyes travel down to his cum factories, each easily the size of a walnut, and examine how they sway back and forth, taunting you right before your eyes. You work harder, ever more determined to relieve your master.

Your efforts are soon rewarded, Bob giving a heavy grunt and pulling your head back, holding it a steady few inches before his glory. You savor the sight as he tenses up, brought to orgasm by you and your skill alone. He showers you with his seed, fighting to keep his aim steady as he scores his bullseye on your eye. The sticky substance decorates your face like make-up never could.

"Damn, bitch! You know, from the moment I saw my dick in your mouth, I had a feeling you were going to become a talented cocksucker. And just look at you now! I don't think there's a better one I can ever hope for."

You beam at those words, elated to hear how much your alpha appreciates your services. When you're alone in the bathroom, you fix the only unfortunate outcome, licking all of Bob's seed off your face. The taste is so wonderful you have half a mind to go back downstairs and try again, but you know that would never do. You debate whether you should clean off the makeup, then remember that Bob had said something about going outside later.

You eventually make plans to go to the park with two of your other friends, Mike and Tony. You find yourself getting jealous at all the attention Bob is giving them, and one time you even blush when Tony makes a joke about how girly you're behaving.

At evening, after Bob walked you back to your car, you inform him of what the next game shall be.