Darien pt 16 (A)

(Yes, there's more...)

Darien wondered for a split second if this was a huge mistake.

He pulled the hem of his dress up and over his imitation pussy, his faked abdomen, his manufactured breasts and finally his invented face – all while wondering if Andrew would see something ‘off’ in his female form.

Faking a grin, he flashed Andrew his dentures taken from another disguise, then batted his false eyelashes over his colored contacts – at the same time asking himself why he hadn’t finished this when Andrew had climaxed.

All he now had on was the bra and panties that Andrew picked out, the pantyhose he’d pulled back up over his fake ass and, of course, the heels. Everything else, at least to Andrew’s eyes, was naked flesh. Emily was naked.

Darien, of course, was not; but he still felt curiously vulnerable, as if he was exposing himself somehow. He stood with feminine arms by his sides, looking at Andrew who was looking at ‘her’, wondering, again, if he was about to be exposed.

He’d been in control before. Giving Andrew a blowjob, allowing him to fuck Emily in the ass – neither situation allowed Andrew to do much except enjoy himself.

Now he was proposing that Andrew take control, that he drive ‘Emily’ to climax. Why, exactly, did he need more?

He knew the answer instinctively: because he had to prove himself.

Creating this new face, this new body and this new identity wasn’t enough for Darien. He needed to prove that he could maintain his impersonation in any situation, even if that situation was technically impossible. Andrew could “eat out” Emily all he wanted – she’d never be able to react biologically the way a real woman could.

But Darien could still create a convincing performance. Could still make this young man think that it was his tongue, his technique that was driving his mystery lover wild. All Darien had to do was ensure Andrew would never realize he was touching fake flesh; he had a variety of options in how to do that, but to a degree, was still improvising.

It was that sense of being on the edge – of having to be totally focused on his impersonation, on every move, every word, every touch – that was driving him now. It made him smile seductively, place his arms around Andrew’s neck and kiss him like a relaxed lover.

“How do you feel… about eating out my pussy?” Darien said, deliberately casual.

Andrew’s eyes widened, as Darien had expected they would. Considering the boy’s lack of experience elsewhere, he wasn’t likely to be a cunnilingus expert.

“I guess I can,” Andrew said, “but you should know, I–”

“Don’t worry.” Darien placed a finger on Andrew’s lips. “I already know. And I don’t mind. If I’m your first… you’ll just be more eager to please, right?”

Andrew nodded excitedly. Between his legs, his dick was excited, too. Despite having cum only minutes before, it was still semi-hard, throbbing to display Andrew’s excitement.

Turning the helpful chair around once more to a more conventional seating position, Darien sat down and spread his legs wide, positioning his fake ass on the edge of the chair and his fake pussy front and center.

“Let’s get started then,” he said in Emily’s voice. “Come here, lover.”

Without prompting, Andrew kneeled, eyes glancing at Darien’s covered crotch.

Darien had to suppress a smile. If the kid only knew that he was staring directly at Darien’s growing cock, hidden beneath layers of his Emily disguise.

“Now, lean down and stick out your tongue.”

The boy lowered his head, obedient as always. With a quick glance up to Darien, he extended his tongue.

“That’s it,” Darien said encouragingly, guiding Andrew’s head towards his hose-covered crotch. “Put that tongue right here, baby.”

Andrew complied, tongue pressing down on the flat gusset of Emily’s hose. He moaned as he made contact, perhaps realizing another fantasy. Darien felt the tongue’s pressure, felt the eagerness of this boy to please his fantasy woman, and issued a complimentary moan himself.

The moan was a lie, as Darien could feel very little. Even if he hadn’t been wearing the hose and underwear, the fake pussy he wore beneath dulled any physical contact. While Darien felt confident his ‘female parts’ would pass visual inspection, and could even feel good for a man during intercourse, there were limits; he couldn’t orgasm like a woman might, couldn’t become ‘wet’ despite Andrew’s attention and, of course, couldn’t really feel what Andrew was doing beyond the pressure of his tongue. Instead he had to judge Andrew’s technique visually, and looking down, he could tell the boy really had no idea what he was doing.

Still, if what was between his legs had been real, there’d be some sensation, some arousal, so he allowed Andrew to keep going for a few minutes, moaning and groaning as the boy worked, bucking his hips when he felt it was appropriate, issuing further groans to supplement his movements.

Despite the lack of feeling, despite Andrew’s clumsy technique, there was something about the boy’s attention that still pleased Darien. Perhaps it was his total acceptance of Darien’s impersonation, the sense of validation, the knowledge that his disguise skills had once again created a sexy, seductive female persona. Perhaps it was knowing ‘Emily’ had taken Andrew’s virginity twice now – in anal and oral. If Darien had been more prepared he could have completed the trifecta, allowing Andrew to fuck Emily missionary style as a grand finale. For now though, he was happy to have the boy licking at his fake cunt, eager to please.

After several more minutes of allowing Andrew to lick and rasp over Emily’s hose however, Darien began to feel any arousal fading away. While maintaining his impersonation and fooling Andrew was inherently sexy, it wasn’t going to be enough to get Darien to cum, he knew that.

If only Andrew knew Darien’s secret, he thought, he could have slipped a hand between Emily’s fake pussy lips to draw out his cock, allowing Andrew access to what would really turn ‘Emily’ on. For a moment, as Andrew moaned and licked, he imagined reaching up to peel off Emily’s face, then tapping his lover on the shoulder, watching as he looked up and saw the woman he was pleasing crumple, deform and disappear with Darien’s touch.

There was no benefit to that, however, no long-term goal that exposing himself to Andrew would help fulfill. This was a one-time deal, he knew that, where he would bring Andrew’s fantasies to life, then vanish from his life forever.

Considering that, Darien felt it was only fair that he give Andrew a performance to remember.