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I started dating this really skinny girl in a city I was working in for 6 months. She was skinny, with short black hair, a nice looking face, somewhat of a tomboy I thought. She was living in the city full time as opposed to me. After about 4 dates she finally admitted she wanted to have sex but had no boobs whatsoever, and knew most guys were really into big boobs. She also said that since she was young, and even before she ever had sex, she'd had guys and girls tease her constantly. Some guys wouldn't even go ahead and have sex with her because she had a totally flat chest. She also said she was a little kinky about sex and liked normal things, but only if she could have it lead to some other stuff she really liked. I told her I was very amenable to trying new things and simply would say if I didn't like it. She then asked me about her lack of chest and I told her that I didn't think it would be a problem. She told me to stop where we were going, to order in some pizza and go back to my apartment.
She made me order, then had me strip, and went to the bathroom and came out totally naked. She did indeed look like a boy. Small frame, no hips, very little take-in at her waist, nice roundish little butt though, and this big patch of very thick hair on her pussy. I didn't say anything, just pulled her over to the bed and she asked me not to mess with her nipples as it made her feel bad. So I kissed her, and she reluctantly kissed me back, I reached to feel her pussy and found a 2" clit that looked just like a small uncut penis. As I rubbed her it grew to three inches. I'd never encountered that before and I loved it. I finger fucked her and she had me roll over on my belly and got on top of me and ground her clit into my ass crack. She started kissing me in earnest, as I craned my neck to her lips while she was lying on top of my backside pumping for all she was worth. She was bucking back and forth and I told her to stop a second and reached back, spread my legs and my buttcheeks and told her to put it in my butt. She used her pussy juice as lube and got her clit about 2 inches up my hole. She fucked me like crazy and even came twice. The doorbell rang and she jumps up I thought to go to the bathroom and hide, but instead she put on one of my tee shirts and a pair of my underwear, my tennis shoes and answered the door. She looked just like a guy.
She came back, got pulled off the underwear and said "I guess you should have a turn before we eat" and let me fuck her pussy in missionary position, again her kisses were very shallow. We ate with her wearing the tee and my underwear and me wearing nothing. When we went back to the bedroom she kept on the underwear and shirt, and had me kneel on the floor while she stood up with her clit in my mouth, sticking out of that super thick black pussy hair. She came again, and then she did the same to me. I loved it she sucked really good. Then she bent over with her arms on the bed, standing next to it, pulled down the boys underwear just below her ass and inserted my cock into her ass. She and I both loved it. It was my first time fucking an ass.
So after a few weeks she now dresses 90% of the time as a boy, and we spend equal amounts of time getting buttfucked. She likes to keep on boy clothes and be a "gay guy" and get buttfucked. Even when I fuck her pussy it's mostly from behind. She fucks my ass too.
I started dating a girl, and ended up in a gay relationship with her. . . him.
But I still like it. It's not normal that's for sure. I don't know what I'm going to do when I have to leave. I really like this situation
I was an 18 year old, discrete crossdresser. I stole my aunts high heels and my cousins gymnastics leotard and gave head to another man. I felt sexy as fuck.
Yesterday, I was shopping at JC Penny's and went into a fitting room to try on some jeans. Someone before me had left a bra hanging there.
I couldn't help myself and I put it on and wore it home. I'm a guy.
I admit that i enjoy wearing women's lingerie and clothing,call me what you want but until you have dressed up in sexy lingerie and clothing then don't judge people,i wear lingerie under my work clothing. Panties bras suspenders stockings and when I get home i get rid of the male clothing and slip into something lacey silky smooth and sexy
I was so horny yesterday and hadn't had sex in a long time. I found a twink online, went by his apartment and was fully intending to fuck him with a rubber on, but instead ended up with my dick in his mouth, then bending him over and giving his asshole a creampie. As I pulled out, it was leaking out of him, I'm normally not a big cummer but this was probably the biggest load I've ever shot. I hurried up and wanted to leave, he talked me into staying for a bit, I got a beer and we talked while he had some straight porn on the TV in his bedroom. His ass was pointed up and his hole was gaping open with my cum leaking out. I fucked him again, he tried to jack off his little dick but I wouldn't let him. I kept pulling his hand away, rubbed his pubic bush, and his nipples like I would a girl if I was fucking her in the ass.
I hate the fact that I did it to another guy. He was dressed in stockings, garter, a camisole which was like a small bra up top, he had very long sexy hair too and was in full make up. But still I fucked a guy and let him suck my dick. I shouldn't have done it, but I needed to come so badly.
#mm #crossdress #homo
I'm a married man. Love my wife. Also have a guy who is bisexual just like me. He loves me and i love him too. We have crazy sex when ever we meet. He considers me top but I'm more of bottom slave. I like to be roughed up. He makes me feel good. Lovely person.
#gay #married #bottom #slave #crossdress
I had been out of town for a month and getting desperate. I was in New Orleans, and walked past a tiny little bar and decided to go have a beer. As I sipped my beer I noticed a small, rather shy looking girl at a table all alone next to the dance floor. I kept watching her, she had a yellow sun dress on, and small boobs which I like, and very nice, shapely legs which I LOVE. I didn't see her butt, though all in all, she was looking pretty good. I saw some guys come out of a door at the back of the place, then a couple of what could only be crossdressers. Oh well, New Orleans, and live and let live. Then I noticed a butch patron and the bartender were a guy in drag, and a super butch lesbian. I figured it was a safe bet that the object of my immediate lust was a CD. I bought her a drink, sent it over, and then asked if I could join her and she said yes. She was definitely a He. Not being gay, but very desperate to have someone to have sex with other than my hand or a paid masseuse, and her being actually very pretty with a very feminine petite body, I started talking. She didn't want to talk much as her voice gave her away, but she was still pretty femmie sounding. After several hours, and a burger each for us, I made her stand up and start slow dancing. She was shorter than me, about 5ft. 8in, with a very thin body. I put both arms around her waist and as we danced, I went towards the corner and with her back to the corner and no one seeing, I pulled up her dress in the back and stuck my hands in her panties. She protested, and I wouldn't stop. Finally she said "Back Room" , I didn't know what that meant, but she advanced to that door at the back showing everyone my hands were on her bare ass. It was a totally dark room. "We can do whatever we want here" he/she said. So I pulled up the dress and pulled off the panties and started groping her ass. Kissing and licking, and rubbing, she asked if I wanted to do it there. I said no, I wanted her in my hotel room. Instead she said to go to her apartment which was only a block away. So I put the panties in my pocket and saw her moving what must be her cock between her legs, and we walked out, paid the tab and left, with the patrons wishing us a very sexy and good night.
At her place in subdued light I could imagine myself with a girl not a guy. I like buttfucking girls, so this should be no different. I got the dress off, kept her bra on, and with no panties saw her little cock a little bigger than my thumb, that was all. . . and it was fully hard. I pushed her down on her knees and she began sucking my cock, I told her to suck my cum so I could last longer when I fucked her. She was excellent and I was cumming in about 10 minutes. She the laid me down, got some oil and gave me a great massage for about 20 minutes ending up with her using the oil and getting my cock hard again. I pushed her on her back and got between her legs and kissing her, stuck my cock in her cumhole. It was very loose with all that oil, and I'm sure because she'd been fucked by a LOT of cocks in her time. I fucked her for about 30 minutes very rough and hard it felt like I was fucking a pussy, not at all like the girls butts I'd fucked. I rammed my cock up into this little cum bucket and flooded her with my cum. Adding to my 8inches I'm guessing I shot hard enough that it went over a foot up her poop chute. Exhausted I rolled off her and lain next to her. She moved my hand to her little cock which we called a clit and asked me to suck her. I told her I didn't suck, actually had never done it with a guy. She gave me the oil and told me to use my hand and help her out, and in her most feminine manner said "A good lover makes sure the girl cums too!". So I did. I actually gave a cock a hand job. When she was shooting I had moved my face close to watch, I did lick just a couple of drops off my hand. With that done I stuck around and fucked her ass one more time this time her on her belly and I left.
We met a few times in the next couple of weeks, and she finally got me sucking her little thumb sized clit, till she'd cum in my mouth. I don't mind so much. Last night we went out as two guys, and I fucked her all night at her place, stayed over and woke up to a smooth, girl in lingerie for my morning fuck. Then she rolled me over on my belly and got on top of me.
It's amazing what being desperate can do for what I used to think was the straightest guy on the planet.
Well a lot of my ‘sins’ began back when I was 14, I am 16 now. Then I would post a lot of pictures of me online on reddit claiming to be 18. I loved the attention from the guys and girls I got because I didn’t feel comfortable with myself and they actually liked me for me. They loved my body and made me confident in myself. I loved wearing girls clothing and began stealing cloths from my sister and aunt, trying on anything that I liked. I would show pictures of me masturbating, or ones of me twerking, trying new things, everything, I loved being a little slut like that. But eventually I calmed down on the whole posting thing as life took its toll on me and I couldn’t keep up with it. But that didn’t me from getting kinkier. I went deeper and deeper into the web, finding all the craziest of shit.
But one thing I did that I really loved was when my aunt and uncle were out of town, they had my house and dog sitting so I had free rain of their house. I went into their room and began looking around for toys, but wasn’t able to find anything. I did find some dirty underwear I played with and eventually came in. But also I went through their closet and tried on a bunch of her cloths as I loved them. At one point I was dressed in a pair of sexy thong panties, a lacy matching bra, silk teddy and silk robe. I’m not crazy chubby, but my chest area kind of looks like I have boobs even though I’m a boy so they fit her cloths perfectly. I took one of their dog collars and put it around my throat and painted my lips and put lipstick on. I jerked off everywhere and came in a bottle of her lotion. I then also used random things I found around the house as dildos as I’m pretty brave. But also, I wanted to try something out, so I took one of the male dogs to the bathroom and I began jerking him off. I then also began to suck him off, but when it tried to get him to fuck me he was too small and didn’t seem interested. That’s definitely a dream of mine, to be fucked by a big hung dog…
But that was my confession, hope I’m not too much of a weirdo for here…thanks for reading if you’ve gotten this far
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A while back, after a breakup, I had been using phone sex services regularly. I usually used Femdom providers.
One woman I called kept telling me I needed to get peach colored lipstick to give blowjobs. She figured had a slutty alter ego.
After using her regularly, I got a notification for registered mail waiting at the post office. I got the parcel and opened it up in the car. It was a pair of silky panties and a note from the provider. I called her later that day and she made me put on the panties and lipstick and promise I’d suck cock.
That started my secret fetish. I dress up in stockings, 4”heels, and lingerie and act as a cock hungry sissy slut.
I am a long time crossdresser who now fantasizes about having sex with an older man. I would love to dress up in a slutty skirt and top along with a sexy bra, panties, stockings and high heels. I would be completely made up as a woman and try to be as sexy as I could. I would then like to meet an older married man in his sixties who would take me home to his place. Perhaps his wife was on a trip and he had the place to himself. We could have a drink and then and then engage in some long lasting foreplay so he would get really turned on. I would let him take me to bed and I would suck his cock for a little while until I got on my back and opened my legs to fuck. It would feel wonderful to feel his cock in me and have the weight of him on me. I would wrap my legs around him and wiggle my ass to the rythym of his cock going in and out. When he came it would be an explosion of hot cum in me and would feel so good. If his wife was going to be gone for a while I would try to stay there and fuck him as much as I could. It would be our little secret and his wife would never know about the hot fucking that took place in her bed.
I'm a straight guy who sometimes likes girly stuff: I'm completely shaved on all my body, my toenails are painted and I like certain articles of women's clothes. I usually mix and match male/female clothing. For example, right now I'm wearing jeans, a hoodie, panty hose and panties.
I also love having sex with prostitutes, especially when I wear a skirt or a dress to the whore house. For some reason or another, that's my sex fetish. I live in a country where there is no stigma concerning prostitution, so I'm at the whorehouse twice a week on average.
I know that no woman in her right mind would ever understand this fetish, so I've given up the idea of ever being in a relationship with any woman who isn't a sex worker.
I am a 24 year old male and I absolutely love to wear women's clothing, lingerie, panties,bras, skirts, etc. I love to wear Hello Kitty, Disney Princess and Victoria's Secret Pink panties. I am completely obsessed with wearing girl's clothing and have done it since I was 16. I love women's clothing and I wish I was born a girl. I am jealous of women for getting to wear those clothes all the time.
When I was a teenager way back in the early eighties, I was taunted by some of the other boys at school for being overweight. I was a little, but in my mind at the time I was convinced it was a lot. It got to me so much that a few days before the start of the new school year I went into town with some money I'd been saving and (I can still barely believe it even after all these years) I went into a department store, went into the lingerie department and, with a bright red face, bought myself a panty girdle. Even though I dreaded the thought of wearing it, I thought a girdle would reduce my belly, tighten up my backside and get the bullies off my back. As I was excused gym class on medical grounds, there would be no problem there. And surely I'd get used to it? The assistant was initially astonished and thought I was joking at first, but when she realised I was serious, I guess she figured my money was as good as anyone else's.
So, on that first day, I headed off to school as if everything was normal, went into some derelict buildings along the way, took off my trousers, quickly tugged on my long-leg Playtex "I Can't Believe It's A Girdle!", got dressed again, and headed off to school, wide-eyed and stiff legged. My "weight loss" since the start of the summer break was noticed, but I was still bullied. And now I had to get used to wearing a tight girdle every day to maintain the weight loss illusion - I could hardly get paunchy again overnight!
Have you ever had that terrified sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach when you realise you've really screwed up? That's how I felt when it dawned on me what I'd done and that there was no going back. The whole idea was dumb from the start, had failed totally in its objective, my initial overconfident attitude about getting used to it had died the moment I'd put it on and realised as it compressed my belly, backside and thighs exactly what it was I was going to have to get used to...and now I had no way out! I felt sick as I realised I was going to have to wear a girdle - a Playtex panty girdle! - every day from now on. For no good reason. And it was all my own damn fault.
By the end of that first day of being firmly held in, I could definitely believe it was a girdle! I'd fidget around in my seat trying to get comfortable - sit forward, sit back, legs apart, legs together - but I could get no relief. It was a girdle, and it did what a girdle was supposed to do. I'd catch myself gasping as I stood up or sat down, and walking up or down stairs was...an experience. By lunchtime I felt like I just wanted to scream, but I had a long afternoon in front of me before I could take it off.
After school, I hurried back to the derelict buildings (as quickly as I could manage!) to get out of my tight new panty girdle. I was almost crying with frustration as I fumbled frantically with my belt buckle in the rush to get my trousers off and get the bloody thing off me. The relief I felt as I peeled it off was incredible. But I just had to get used to it being part of my uniform from that day on. I'm not ashamed to say that, as I tugged it on the next morning, I was actually crying. I did eventually come to terms with the situation and get used to it, but it did take a very long time.
I guess that was about the only notable thing I achieved at school, though being the only boy to have his underwear made by Playtex is something I was quite happy to keep secret!
I'm a sissy crossdresser obsessed with wearing women's lingerie and clothing. One time, I was over at my friends house who was having a small party. The girl who was throwing the party was this sexy asian girl with tan skin and beautiful body. While everyone was in the living room, I slipped away down the hallway to her room pretending to go the bathroom. I looked on the floor and found two pairs of used panties and a pair of stockings. I took them into the bathroom and I stripped down. I wore one of them, a blue hipster cotton panties and then I put the stockings over them. Then I started masturbating while I brought the other pair of used panties up to my face and started inhaling the sweet perfume of her pussy. I could hear everyone having still drinking and having fun and nobody knew what I was doing. As I was about to cum, I took the sweet smelling panties I had up to my face and brought it down and came into them. Because I made a mess, I decided to clean it up by licking my cum off her panties. Once I was done, I put my clothes back on again and put everything back where they belonged and went back to the party.
I used to ride motorcycles alot and I always wore these tight black leather pants with boots. Usually I was out late nights barhopping. Some nights I scored pussy. Some nights I scored none. One night in particular I was out late. The time was about 4a.m. I had not gotten lucky that night. I noticed sitting at the bar was a thick redhead woman. The stool next to her was empty. I sat on that stool and continued my beer. Said hi to her and as natural began the small talk. We sat and talked a few minutes. Now I am a tall slender guy of pretty good looks. She was not bad looking at all.I guessed her to be mid to late 40s. I was late 20s. She had on a short black skirt with nice thick legs. Her makeup was impecable. She offered to buy me a beer and I accepted. As small talk continued I noticed her hand on my thigh. By this time my dick was aroused. Her hand rubbed towards the inside of my thigh and not too far from my bulge. She then proceeded to tell me she was a boy. Well now, what do ya do? Excellent tactic; look just like a woman, buy a guy a drink and then get his cock all worked up. She knew what she wanted. Now in this town it was not unusual for sissies and drag queens to frequent the bar scene. There were quite a few clubs that featured drag queen lip-syncing shows and contests. So I was not shocked. In fact I felt complimented. Well one thing led to another I wasnt getting any pussy that night but I was curious as hell. On my other side sitting was an aquaintence of mine. He leaned to me and asked what her story was. I told him she says she is a boy. He was like," Really? " Well she looks over at me and tells me is heading out. I told my buddy that I wanted to go see what this was all about.
So I left with her and followed her to where she lived. She shared a house with a few other people; one of whom I knew but he did not know I was there. W went up to her room. All feminine. Nothing boyish at all. Well I was nervous in a sense. My cock was raging hard. I had no idea what I was gonna do. She wasted no time removing her blouse and bra. She had really nice big tits. She laid on her bed leaning on her right elbow. I just paced. She told me in her raspy voice,"I wish I could get you out of those leather pants." I acted as if I did not really hear that. We exchanged more chit chat and she rubbed the bed next to her and said it again. Finally I had enough. I caved. I walked up to her bed.
"I know what you want" I said to her.
"Oh?" she says.
I proceed to unfasten my belt and unsnap my pants. I pull down on my zipper. She begins to start gazing at my crotch. Now I am no small boy. Not John Holmes but larger than average. I pushed my pants to my knees and my cock appeared.
"Ooooh! Nice." she says as I sit down next to her and lean back. My cock was stiff against my abdomen. She reached forward and wrapped her hand around it. She then began to lean her face forward as she slid the head in between her lips. She began the up and down movement that comes with a gurl sucking a big hard dick. All I know is this was THE BEST blow job I had ever received. She continuef about 10 minutes licking the head, kissing the head and running that tongue up and down the shaft while massaging my balls. I was amazed at how good she looked and how good it felt. I soon felt it coming. She sensed it as she raised up and let the cum shoot onto her face. Another shot went on my shirt. As it shoots out she again goes, "Oooooooh!" The deed was done. My first drag queen blow job. I saw her again a few weeks later. We barhopped together one night. She was my date. People in the bar scene knew I was not gay and if you were out with her you were considered lucky because you were getting sucked off. The night ended. It was morning. She drove me home. We sat in her car and talked. I couldnt stand it. I looked at her, "You wanna get me off?"
"Oh yes."
I raised my hips and lowered my pants. She sucked me to orgasm. It was exciting because of the daytime risk of being seen by neighbors. As she sucked she paused once and she looked at me and said, "You are rather large." Then continued. I soon felt it and this time she did not let it shoot out.................she swallowed.
Over the years we got together on a few occasions and it was always a great cock sucking.
I'm a 65 year old bisexual male who loves to cross-dress. I've been doing this now for seven years. Wearing women's clothing just feels so good to me. When I get up in the morning, I can't wait to get my entire body shaved completely smooth, put on makeup and do my nails. Next comes my thong, corset, push-up bra, hip and butt pads, garter belt and nylons. Since I've been taking phytoestrogen supplements the whole time, my boobs have grown to fit snugly into a 42C bra. My boobs are really nice. Guys go crazy for them. I began using breast forms to augment my appearance, but I don't need them anymore to get a nice effect. I really love my boobs and fondle them as often as possible. Next comes a silky slip to drape over my torso, followed by a sexy dress with its hemline falling just above my knees. The neckline of my dress must plunge low enough to expose my cleavage. My legs have received many compliments on their shape, so I always wear a fashionable pair of heels to bolster their appearance. Earrings, necklace, bracelet and a nice wig complete the look.
My wardrobe is extensive. I have dozens of dresses, skirts, blouses, shoes. outerwear and accessories. Wigs of all shades and lengths are available to me as well. No matter how much I have, I can't resist the urge to buy more. Its definitely an obsession. When I'm fully dressed and see myself in the mirror, I nearly come to climax. OMG, how I wish I could be a woman. I'm so jealous of those who are.
Being bisexual, I crave having sex other men. As a younger man, it was relatively easy to hook up for same sex experiences. However, as I aged, it became harder to arrange such trysts. Becoming a crossdresser definitely increased my chances for success. I discovered that many men love "chicks with dicks". It opened up a whole new world for me. As soon as I began appearing in drag, I became much more desirable. My date requests grew immensely. I could pick and choose which ones to accept.
One thing I've always fantasized about was being a prostitute. How lucky women are that they can do this. I could never understand why more ladies don't participate in that occupation. I fantasized about it so much, I decided to try my luck as a crossdressing escort. Websites for escort service advertising are all over the internet. I offered my services on as many of them as I could. I really didn't know if I'd get any responses. To my surprise, the replies were overwhelming.
It was so easy to find men who wanted to have sex with me. There were several women as well. I've lost count of how many men I've sold my body to, but it has to be at least several hundred. Age range also surprised me. The youngest man I did told me he was 18, and I'm not sure if he really was . He looked no more than 16 and didn't have a car. I asked to see his ID, but he declined to show me anything. I probably shouldn't have had sex with him, but the opportunity was too irresistible. The oldest guy was in his 70's and the rest were part of every age group in between.
So far, I've made tens of thousands of dollars over the years as a part-time prostitute. I know its not the right thing to do, but I just can't stop. I've tried to quit many times. I love the work so much the idea of quitting is to depressing. I can't keep doing this forever. What am I going to do?
I'm a crossdresser, and have been for over 20 years. A few weeks ago, I met another crossdresser and we sucked each other off, the first time I ever sucked a dick. Since then, I've sucked two more, and I want more. I love it.
Back when i was 14 i would crossdress for older men through kik. I once found my teacher on there and i never told him anything but he was my biggest fan.
Recently made an onlyfans so I can descretly post my crossdressing photos. I love wearing cute panties.
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