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From: tpanewbie@aol.com
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Date: Thu, 14 Oct 2004 22:35:44 +0000
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Subject: My Choice
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I had been talking with a married straight middle aged man in a bi curious chat
room for some time. I had told him all my fantasies which included being used
like a woman by some man like himself.
I had been cross dressing for my own entertainment for years and my slim frame
made for a rather attractive substitute for the real thing but nobody had seen
me all dressed.
I was also curious about what women felt
like being on their knees while some "real man" used them for whatever they
wanted.
Could a woman really enjoy having to take a man in her mouth and then allow him
to ejaculate in her mouth as he whispered obscene comments to her.
He suggested we meet. He assured me I wouldn't have to do anything I didn't
want. I knew he was straight and he'd be clean so I agreed to join him at a
motel.
He suggested I wear nylons,garter belt and the open cup bra that allowed access
to my nipples under my street clothes and carry my heels in a bag to slip on
once we we're in his room.
I couldn't sleep the night before and when I finally entered his room he sat
down, fully dressed and in a tone of voice that let me know he was in charge
told me to strip and get my heels on.
He told me to walk around the room and then told me to stand between his legs
where he ran his rough hands over my stockinged thighs. He never touched my
cock but he did pull and twist my exposed nipples. He reminded me that he
wasn't going to reciprocate and now was the time to change my mind if I wanted
out. When I didn't respond he told me to get on my knees and open his pants. My
hands trembled and I was feeling totally humiliated having this stranger see me
put my hand into his fly and fumble for the opening in his underwear.
I remember the warm, damp feel of his cotton jockeys, the smell that I have
smelled on my own fingers for years. I finally managed to get his semi rigid
cock out where I could see it and that's when he said to look at him. I looked
up and he said "suck it". His hand went to the back of my head when I hesitated
and I opened my mouth to take his shaft between my lips. I heard him moan and I
feel in love with the feel of cock meat. I was a natural he said as I sucked
his cock and then gentle took one ball and the other into my mouth.
I had only been sucking for a short time when he asked me if I had made up my
mind and was I willing to let him cum in my mouth. I just shook my head yes and
suddenly felt something warm flowing on to my tongue. Cum. I was swallowing cum
for the first time. Dressed as a woman and on my knees sucking a stranger in a
motel. I felt totally degraded as he assured me I was a "keeper" and we'd do
this again often.
I lay on the bed emotionally exhausted while he made a call. I paid little
attention to the conversation but when a knock came at the door and three men
entered I wondered if I hadn't made an awful mistake.
There he is fellas. Sucks a mean cock for new faggot.Help yourself. The men
unzipped and fed me cock for the next two hours.
Some fantasies should never be lived out but I can still remember the day I
lived out mine and I can't go back and wouldn't if I could.