"Dressing up" Part 2
It had been a while since I dressed up and even longer since I experienced the pleasure of cock. After those amazing encounters during my first year of high school, I never had the nerve to show a guy that side of me. Although, I deeply wanted too. I remember several attempts and specific one in particular. I had created a scenario in my head, made out of shear lust and cravings. Still early in my high school years, I had an idea out of desparation. I imagined a scene where a friend would walk in on me masturbating. I imagined that it might, that it would lead to some sort of sexual experience. Maybe ne would take out his cock and join me. I knew I would end up on my knees pleasuring him if given half a chance. Maybe his needs would be so strong that he would fuck me. Bend me over and slam his hard cock into me.
I didn't dress up, with any luck, that would come later. I almost came as I waited for him. I was desparate for cock, desparate to have those feelings and sensations again. He heard him coming down the hall. I was layed out nude on my bed. My cock was throbbing in anticipation. I dared not touch it in fear of cumming all over myself before he even had a chance to see me. I wanted him to see me. When he walked into my room, he only laughed. I was so embarrashed. I felt like such a cock crazy sissy, at least he didn't know what my intent had been.
There were a few random encounters, but as much as I yearned to dress up for a man, I never had the chance. On my knees in the managers office of a part time job in a restuarant. A heavy set man, not at all like the lean, fit boys at school. My desires were just so strong, I was so horny. I think all boys are at that age, it just that some of my cravings were different. My urges brought me to my knees after closing. Those big, fat balls. Him, sitting in his chair, legs opened. Shameful, embarrashing desires at times, but I was powerless. I can still remember being on all fours and starring at his heavy sack. Like a magnet, impossible to resist. I licked and sucked them and breathed in his musky scent before sucking on his fat shafted cock. His low, deep, grunts and groans, so unexpectedly erotic. I took his cum, greedily lapping it up. Other nights would end the same way. His sly, knowing smiles. Whenever he would ask me to stay and help close up, I knew what it meant. I would get so aroused with anticipation.
I had girlfriends all through those years, but it was my secret urges that were the strongest. Although, I had started to try and deny them. When I left for college, so many times I thought about tossing out my "dress up" stuff. Make up, lingerie, bras, panties, long haired wigs and skin tight dresses that I had collected. I thought at moments about make a fresh start. There was, however, no denying how incredible dressing up made me feel. I felt sexy, I looked sexy. My slim waist, my toned, long legs. My firm, little ass. I felt desparate to experinence all of it again. In a lockable suitcase, my wonderful, girly stuff went with me.
I found that nothing changed, only the fantasies. Every so often, I would see a guy just out of the shower or changing. I always tried not to look, but when it did happen, when I did see a hanging, swinging cock, the feelings were undeniable. That tingle, the hair standing up, the stir I felt in my cock.
I imagined dressing up. I imagained finding myself in a frat house and then being discovered. Horny guy after guy using me. I remembered what it felt like. Feeling the thrusts and that incredible, stretched and full feeling. So many guys, some were using my mouth, also. Feeling anonymous cum loads splash my face as I swallowed mouthful after mouthful. Dizzy, light headed, lost in it all. Perhaps a sexy, older Professor. Gray hair, yet still virile and full of need. Taking me on his desk, bending my over his chair. Peeling my tight dress up, pumping his cum into me. Maybe he turns me around and shoots his thick and heavy load on my face. I would be so eager and waiting, with an open mouth.
I craved being with a horny, sexy man again. Unexplainable sensations, undeniable, unquenchable desires. Those encounters were so addicttive, even at times, romantic. The urges, the pleasure of it, they were just to strong. Just too overpowering. I took what little money I had and rented a room near the rows of bars that were near the college. Filled with nervous excitement, I took my "kit" with me. Inside the room, my cock wasn't even hard, yet had already begun leaking. I knew I had to wait though, I wasn't confident enough to go out, dressed up, early. I thought that late at night, with the bars closing and everyone drunk and horny, would be my best chance.
Slowly getting dressed, so glad that years earlier I had practiced and learned how to walk in heels. I ran a finger along my cock's tip and brought it to my lips, tasting the sweet and salty flavor giving me that wonderful tingle and feeling. A thong tonight, no panty lines through my tight, black dress. Just big enough to hide my secret, yet still small enough to be easily pulled to the side to be taken. A dark, long wig, mysterious, perfect for the night. Perfect perhaps in a dimly lit alley. Fake lashes, a little eye make up and blush. Of course red lip stick. There is just something about seeing traces of it on a spent cock, knowing it was mine, knowing I had satisfied him.
As overwhelming as the urges and exciting the anticipation, I was still so nervous. What if I was found out? I almost lost my nerve. This would be my first time out in public. I had to, though. I had to know, I had to experience the thrill. I decided to explore the back alleys, the places behind the bars. I hoped, as I had imagined, that they would be dimly lit allowing me to take care of whomever I found. Walking out the door, I felt intoxicated. I loved the way I felt, slinky and sexy. Moving my hips, seductive, teasing. I remeber the sound of my first steps outside, the distinctive sound of a woman's heels. I had never felt sexier.
Walking down the street, at first I hid my eyes, afraid to make eye contact. But, each step brought a kind of assurance and confidence. I headed straight for an alley. Dark, dimly lit... perfect. I stood in the shaows, not exactly sure what to do if and when someone approached. Time seemed to stand still and eventually I started to walk up and down. The alley smelled of stall beer and urine, just the right place for a slutty girl. My mind raced and my desires swelled. By the time I heard voices, there was no stopping me. I started to walk right at them, trying to look as girly, slutty and seductive as I could.
I had practiced using a feminine voice and hoped that they would be too drunk to notice. They looked at me and my heart raced. I said softly, "Hi boys." but they kept walking past. They said something to one another and then stopped. I stopped breathing when one asked what I was doing back there. I turned, my face lowered and partly covered with my long bangs. I could feel them drinking my slim, shapely fiqure in. I could feel their horny lust. I didn't even think, I said quietly, "Well, a girl has needs." My heart pounded as they looked at each other and took steps closer. I wanted to drop to my knees right then and there. "What kind of needs," one said, slighly slurred but playfull. I think my urges had become too strong, they made me bold. I reached out and put the palm of my hands on each one's crotch, saying, "Well, you know." I could not believe I was doing it. As if I had somehow stepped outside of it all, so forward! They were stunned, I bet they had never encoutered a girl like this before, if they only knew!
I moved closer to them, still rubbing them. I kissed one, the shorter, stockier one. Surprised but eager, he just stood there as I pressed my lips to his and and felt our tongues touch. Just so naughty now, I kissed the other one too as their hands began to grope and paw at me. Instinct told me to stop them and I lead them to a darkened area I had seen earlier. There was smashed, cardboard already on the ground. No need to hurt a girl's knees! They stumbled and fumbled with their flys, probably unable to believe their luck. Freeing themselves, I stroked them, both so soft from the alcohol but so wonderful. I loved feeling dick, I loved being on my knees for it. Why did I resist for so long? I stroked them and flicked my tongue on their tips, then sucked them, each in turn. Their heavy breathing was intoxicating. I felt so sexy and dirty, the most wonderful of feelings. Needing to be quiet, but knowing how sounds can be a turn on, I moaned quietly for them and made soft slurping sounds. Semi erect now, cock can be so mesmerizing. My first lesson in whiskey dick, I took their hands and put them on their cock's. I was desparate for cum, and knew time was short. Boys know what to do with themselves, they stroked their dicks as I remained on my knees. Squeezing their balls, licking their tips. One started to breath even heavier, I moaned softly and opened my mouth. He shook and sprayed my face with jizz before I dove my mouth unto him and swallowed the rest of his load. Oh, that dizzying feeling that cum brings! His friend began to moan and I eagerly turned to him just in time to take his cum load also. I can not explain the feeling. Light headed, floating, euphoric, just the best feeling in the world! As I stood, one asked if they could have my number. I had to smile, what more could a girl want to hear? I simply said, "Oh, I'll be around."
Walking back up the alley, I could not stop smiling. My wet cock felt so good between my legs. Lost in thought, a voice surprised me. "How you doing?" Stepping into the light, I saw a guy wearing an apron, obviously just off of work. Softly, hiding my voice, I said, "Hi." As I walked, my girly side again took over, moving my hips side to side, flipping back my hair, flirting. I was struck, I wondered if he had seen us. Of course, he probably had. Was he interested? With cum on my lips and tongue, I knew I would love to be fucked and said something like, "What are you doing back here?" He spoke, but I don't remember what he said. I do remeber his hands on my waist and me turning and rubbing my ass against him. Just off work, having not been drinking, ne was quickly, wonderfully hard. He pulled my dress up to my waist as I leaned my hands against a dumpster. Oh, yes, hard dick against my opening. I pushed my ass back onto him. I felt the pop and he was inside me. That feeling of having a lover's fingers dig into my sides. Feeling the force of each and every thrust. I made, Ah, ah, ah sounds as he fucked me. Without thinking, I said, "Cum in me, baby!" His dick felt like it was splitting me, but it was still just so incredible! Mmm, mmm, mmmh sounds and grunts escaped his lips. "Give me your cum!" I needed it, I was past the point of caring. Those grunting sounds, his tight grip, then he shook and I felt his release. I felt his load flood inside me. Breathing heavy, he stepped back, leaving my feeling gaped and empty. Wiggling my hips, I worked my dress back down. Cum began to run out of me, I just walked away. So sore and drunk feeling, even though a had not had a drop. I had to remove my heels as I walked back to the motel room. Catching a glimpse of myself in a car's window, I saw that my make up had ran and my face still glistened with cum. I guy past me on a bike, I felt him looking at me. I thought for a moment of calling him over, but knew I shouldn't. Was I still so eager for more cock?
Both fear and excitement took me as he swung back around and headed towards me. He was hispanic, probably just off work at one of the many bars and restuarants. In broken English, I think he asked if I was ok. He continued to talk as I walked. I started to think that he might be looking for more than conversation. With my room in sight, I knew I shouldn't, against my better judgement, I asked if he wanted to join me and pointed at the row of motel rooms.
My first hispanic cock. Brown and wonderfully thick. Does anything feel better in your mouth? I thought he might know my secret, but if he did ne didn't let on. Instead he was caring, touching my face, rubbing away the smeared mascara, lovingly. He said sweet things, in a sweet voice as I tongued his balls and cock. I found it so ease to develop feelings. Having a man speak to me like that gave me new emotion feelings. Maybe it was just the magic of that night. My asshole acned, my face was a mess, yet I so wanted to please this sweet man. I wished I could share my secret with him. I put my hands behind his knees and gentle guided his legs up. Such a gorgeous asshole, smooth and so big! Oh, I loved licking it and feeling those delicate folds of flesh. How could he taste so good? I was so hard I had to adjust myself, hide it and push it down. A man's asshole, so brown, so beautiful, so big, so much to make love to with my mouth. I ****** even more pre cum, my balls were beginning to ache. From his big, tight, brown balls to the bottom of his ass crack, I licked him and moaned for him. When he neared orgasm he lowered his legs and fed me his sperm as I sucked on his amazing cock's head.
Before he left, he offered me his phone number. I loved the idea of having a thick, brown cock to suck in the future and I took it. Sore and exhausted, but undeniably satisfied, I rubbed myself hoping to give some relief from the ache in my balls from being so aroused all night. I quickly feel to sleep.
The morning brought an incredible sense of fulfillment. I expected shame and regret and there was some. But, I knew how wonderful, incredible the night had been. Having sex with and making love to men was just the greatest thrill I knew. Kissing those drunk boys, what an experience! Maybe I craved that intimacy? I could barely think of anything else but sex those next few days. I resisted calling that number. Why did I resist calling that number? I dialed him up, thankfully he was wise enough to write his name also. When we spoke, some of his words were as clear as day. He asked if I was going to dress up. I asked him what he meant and he said, "Like a girl." All the hairs stood up on the back of my neck. He must of known the whole time!
I remember the first time he took me to his place. I felt so incredible as he paraded me past his friends. There were some comments and laughs in Spanish, but also looks of jealousy. I knew I looked sexy and made sure that they all got a good look at my slim waist and firm ass. Now in his room, he kissed me and everything else just seemed to melt away. Deep, slow kisses, they took my breath away. So deeply I had been craving this all along. The intimacy, the emotion, just being romantic with a man. When he slipped his hand between my legs, a fear came over me. My instinct told me to stop him, but I just couldn't. I guess I wanted him to know. Finding my cock, he stroked it making me so hard and continued to kiss me. My knees went weak. I spent the night with him. I'm sure it was a night that neither of us will ever forget.
I didn't dress up, with any luck, that would come later. I almost came as I waited for him. I was desparate for cock, desparate to have those feelings and sensations again. He heard him coming down the hall. I was layed out nude on my bed. My cock was throbbing in anticipation. I dared not touch it in fear of cumming all over myself before he even had a chance to see me. I wanted him to see me. When he walked into my room, he only laughed. I was so embarrashed. I felt like such a cock crazy sissy, at least he didn't know what my intent had been.
There were a few random encounters, but as much as I yearned to dress up for a man, I never had the chance. On my knees in the managers office of a part time job in a restuarant. A heavy set man, not at all like the lean, fit boys at school. My desires were just so strong, I was so horny. I think all boys are at that age, it just that some of my cravings were different. My urges brought me to my knees after closing. Those big, fat balls. Him, sitting in his chair, legs opened. Shameful, embarrashing desires at times, but I was powerless. I can still remember being on all fours and starring at his heavy sack. Like a magnet, impossible to resist. I licked and sucked them and breathed in his musky scent before sucking on his fat shafted cock. His low, deep, grunts and groans, so unexpectedly erotic. I took his cum, greedily lapping it up. Other nights would end the same way. His sly, knowing smiles. Whenever he would ask me to stay and help close up, I knew what it meant. I would get so aroused with anticipation.
I had girlfriends all through those years, but it was my secret urges that were the strongest. Although, I had started to try and deny them. When I left for college, so many times I thought about tossing out my "dress up" stuff. Make up, lingerie, bras, panties, long haired wigs and skin tight dresses that I had collected. I thought at moments about make a fresh start. There was, however, no denying how incredible dressing up made me feel. I felt sexy, I looked sexy. My slim waist, my toned, long legs. My firm, little ass. I felt desparate to experinence all of it again. In a lockable suitcase, my wonderful, girly stuff went with me.
I found that nothing changed, only the fantasies. Every so often, I would see a guy just out of the shower or changing. I always tried not to look, but when it did happen, when I did see a hanging, swinging cock, the feelings were undeniable. That tingle, the hair standing up, the stir I felt in my cock.
I imagined dressing up. I imagained finding myself in a frat house and then being discovered. Horny guy after guy using me. I remembered what it felt like. Feeling the thrusts and that incredible, stretched and full feeling. So many guys, some were using my mouth, also. Feeling anonymous cum loads splash my face as I swallowed mouthful after mouthful. Dizzy, light headed, lost in it all. Perhaps a sexy, older Professor. Gray hair, yet still virile and full of need. Taking me on his desk, bending my over his chair. Peeling my tight dress up, pumping his cum into me. Maybe he turns me around and shoots his thick and heavy load on my face. I would be so eager and waiting, with an open mouth.
I craved being with a horny, sexy man again. Unexplainable sensations, undeniable, unquenchable desires. Those encounters were so addicttive, even at times, romantic. The urges, the pleasure of it, they were just to strong. Just too overpowering. I took what little money I had and rented a room near the rows of bars that were near the college. Filled with nervous excitement, I took my "kit" with me. Inside the room, my cock wasn't even hard, yet had already begun leaking. I knew I had to wait though, I wasn't confident enough to go out, dressed up, early. I thought that late at night, with the bars closing and everyone drunk and horny, would be my best chance.
Slowly getting dressed, so glad that years earlier I had practiced and learned how to walk in heels. I ran a finger along my cock's tip and brought it to my lips, tasting the sweet and salty flavor giving me that wonderful tingle and feeling. A thong tonight, no panty lines through my tight, black dress. Just big enough to hide my secret, yet still small enough to be easily pulled to the side to be taken. A dark, long wig, mysterious, perfect for the night. Perfect perhaps in a dimly lit alley. Fake lashes, a little eye make up and blush. Of course red lip stick. There is just something about seeing traces of it on a spent cock, knowing it was mine, knowing I had satisfied him.
As overwhelming as the urges and exciting the anticipation, I was still so nervous. What if I was found out? I almost lost my nerve. This would be my first time out in public. I had to, though. I had to know, I had to experience the thrill. I decided to explore the back alleys, the places behind the bars. I hoped, as I had imagined, that they would be dimly lit allowing me to take care of whomever I found. Walking out the door, I felt intoxicated. I loved the way I felt, slinky and sexy. Moving my hips, seductive, teasing. I remeber the sound of my first steps outside, the distinctive sound of a woman's heels. I had never felt sexier.
Walking down the street, at first I hid my eyes, afraid to make eye contact. But, each step brought a kind of assurance and confidence. I headed straight for an alley. Dark, dimly lit... perfect. I stood in the shaows, not exactly sure what to do if and when someone approached. Time seemed to stand still and eventually I started to walk up and down. The alley smelled of stall beer and urine, just the right place for a slutty girl. My mind raced and my desires swelled. By the time I heard voices, there was no stopping me. I started to walk right at them, trying to look as girly, slutty and seductive as I could.
I had practiced using a feminine voice and hoped that they would be too drunk to notice. They looked at me and my heart raced. I said softly, "Hi boys." but they kept walking past. They said something to one another and then stopped. I stopped breathing when one asked what I was doing back there. I turned, my face lowered and partly covered with my long bangs. I could feel them drinking my slim, shapely fiqure in. I could feel their horny lust. I didn't even think, I said quietly, "Well, a girl has needs." My heart pounded as they looked at each other and took steps closer. I wanted to drop to my knees right then and there. "What kind of needs," one said, slighly slurred but playfull. I think my urges had become too strong, they made me bold. I reached out and put the palm of my hands on each one's crotch, saying, "Well, you know." I could not believe I was doing it. As if I had somehow stepped outside of it all, so forward! They were stunned, I bet they had never encoutered a girl like this before, if they only knew!
I moved closer to them, still rubbing them. I kissed one, the shorter, stockier one. Surprised but eager, he just stood there as I pressed my lips to his and and felt our tongues touch. Just so naughty now, I kissed the other one too as their hands began to grope and paw at me. Instinct told me to stop them and I lead them to a darkened area I had seen earlier. There was smashed, cardboard already on the ground. No need to hurt a girl's knees! They stumbled and fumbled with their flys, probably unable to believe their luck. Freeing themselves, I stroked them, both so soft from the alcohol but so wonderful. I loved feeling dick, I loved being on my knees for it. Why did I resist for so long? I stroked them and flicked my tongue on their tips, then sucked them, each in turn. Their heavy breathing was intoxicating. I felt so sexy and dirty, the most wonderful of feelings. Needing to be quiet, but knowing how sounds can be a turn on, I moaned quietly for them and made soft slurping sounds. Semi erect now, cock can be so mesmerizing. My first lesson in whiskey dick, I took their hands and put them on their cock's. I was desparate for cum, and knew time was short. Boys know what to do with themselves, they stroked their dicks as I remained on my knees. Squeezing their balls, licking their tips. One started to breath even heavier, I moaned softly and opened my mouth. He shook and sprayed my face with jizz before I dove my mouth unto him and swallowed the rest of his load. Oh, that dizzying feeling that cum brings! His friend began to moan and I eagerly turned to him just in time to take his cum load also. I can not explain the feeling. Light headed, floating, euphoric, just the best feeling in the world! As I stood, one asked if they could have my number. I had to smile, what more could a girl want to hear? I simply said, "Oh, I'll be around."
Walking back up the alley, I could not stop smiling. My wet cock felt so good between my legs. Lost in thought, a voice surprised me. "How you doing?" Stepping into the light, I saw a guy wearing an apron, obviously just off of work. Softly, hiding my voice, I said, "Hi." As I walked, my girly side again took over, moving my hips side to side, flipping back my hair, flirting. I was struck, I wondered if he had seen us. Of course, he probably had. Was he interested? With cum on my lips and tongue, I knew I would love to be fucked and said something like, "What are you doing back here?" He spoke, but I don't remember what he said. I do remeber his hands on my waist and me turning and rubbing my ass against him. Just off work, having not been drinking, ne was quickly, wonderfully hard. He pulled my dress up to my waist as I leaned my hands against a dumpster. Oh, yes, hard dick against my opening. I pushed my ass back onto him. I felt the pop and he was inside me. That feeling of having a lover's fingers dig into my sides. Feeling the force of each and every thrust. I made, Ah, ah, ah sounds as he fucked me. Without thinking, I said, "Cum in me, baby!" His dick felt like it was splitting me, but it was still just so incredible! Mmm, mmm, mmmh sounds and grunts escaped his lips. "Give me your cum!" I needed it, I was past the point of caring. Those grunting sounds, his tight grip, then he shook and I felt his release. I felt his load flood inside me. Breathing heavy, he stepped back, leaving my feeling gaped and empty. Wiggling my hips, I worked my dress back down. Cum began to run out of me, I just walked away. So sore and drunk feeling, even though a had not had a drop. I had to remove my heels as I walked back to the motel room. Catching a glimpse of myself in a car's window, I saw that my make up had ran and my face still glistened with cum. I guy past me on a bike, I felt him looking at me. I thought for a moment of calling him over, but knew I shouldn't. Was I still so eager for more cock?
Both fear and excitement took me as he swung back around and headed towards me. He was hispanic, probably just off work at one of the many bars and restuarants. In broken English, I think he asked if I was ok. He continued to talk as I walked. I started to think that he might be looking for more than conversation. With my room in sight, I knew I shouldn't, against my better judgement, I asked if he wanted to join me and pointed at the row of motel rooms.
My first hispanic cock. Brown and wonderfully thick. Does anything feel better in your mouth? I thought he might know my secret, but if he did ne didn't let on. Instead he was caring, touching my face, rubbing away the smeared mascara, lovingly. He said sweet things, in a sweet voice as I tongued his balls and cock. I found it so ease to develop feelings. Having a man speak to me like that gave me new emotion feelings. Maybe it was just the magic of that night. My asshole acned, my face was a mess, yet I so wanted to please this sweet man. I wished I could share my secret with him. I put my hands behind his knees and gentle guided his legs up. Such a gorgeous asshole, smooth and so big! Oh, I loved licking it and feeling those delicate folds of flesh. How could he taste so good? I was so hard I had to adjust myself, hide it and push it down. A man's asshole, so brown, so beautiful, so big, so much to make love to with my mouth. I ****** even more pre cum, my balls were beginning to ache. From his big, tight, brown balls to the bottom of his ass crack, I licked him and moaned for him. When he neared orgasm he lowered his legs and fed me his sperm as I sucked on his amazing cock's head.
Before he left, he offered me his phone number. I loved the idea of having a thick, brown cock to suck in the future and I took it. Sore and exhausted, but undeniably satisfied, I rubbed myself hoping to give some relief from the ache in my balls from being so aroused all night. I quickly feel to sleep.
The morning brought an incredible sense of fulfillment. I expected shame and regret and there was some. But, I knew how wonderful, incredible the night had been. Having sex with and making love to men was just the greatest thrill I knew. Kissing those drunk boys, what an experience! Maybe I craved that intimacy? I could barely think of anything else but sex those next few days. I resisted calling that number. Why did I resist calling that number? I dialed him up, thankfully he was wise enough to write his name also. When we spoke, some of his words were as clear as day. He asked if I was going to dress up. I asked him what he meant and he said, "Like a girl." All the hairs stood up on the back of my neck. He must of known the whole time!
I remember the first time he took me to his place. I felt so incredible as he paraded me past his friends. There were some comments and laughs in Spanish, but also looks of jealousy. I knew I looked sexy and made sure that they all got a good look at my slim waist and firm ass. Now in his room, he kissed me and everything else just seemed to melt away. Deep, slow kisses, they took my breath away. So deeply I had been craving this all along. The intimacy, the emotion, just being romantic with a man. When he slipped his hand between my legs, a fear came over me. My instinct told me to stop him, but I just couldn't. I guess I wanted him to know. Finding my cock, he stroked it making me so hard and continued to kiss me. My knees went weak. I spent the night with him. I'm sure it was a night that neither of us will ever forget.
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