At the seminar I met Raymond Dumont in the hotel lounge. Our conversation touched on the subject of transvestites--men who enjoy dressing in women's clothing. I couldn't get that thought out of my mind during the night. It had been a long time since I had dressed. I finally went to sleep after masturbating while fantasizing that I was dressed beautifully in women's clothing and being screwed by my new friend Raymond Dumont.
The next day I went on a shopping spree for women's clothing. I rushed back to my hotel room and hurriedly removed all my delectable items of women's clothing from their packages. I then stripped off my male clothing and proceeded to the immense joy of dressing. I first put on my black size 42B foundation, full bra. I instantly had an erection as I adjusted the bra. I placed the supple silicon bra pads into my bra. Then I put on my matching black waist cincher with garters. Then I sat, my throbbing erection jutting out, and donned my sheer nylon stockings. Oh, the stockings felt so good clinging to my legs. I carefully attached the garter clips to the stockings. Then I stood and admired myself in the mirror. I took my erection and placed it flat up against my tummy under my waist cincher. Then I grabbed my beautiful black full panty briefs with lace around the waist band and the thigh openings--the type of lacy garment that says "I want to be screwed so very much!" I placed my stockinged feet through the panties and brought the delightful garment up my nylon-clad legs until my buttocks and groin were encased in lace and frills.
Next came my black full slip, also with much lace and frills. Over my head came the slip until it was sexily clinging to my now-feminine body. Then I sat before the vanity and carefully applied makeup to my face: rouge, eye liner, and ruby red lipstick to my pouting lips. I then placed my pretty pearl choker about my neck and the matching pearl bracelet on my right wrist. I was really taking on the appearance of a sexy wench. Then I enhanced my feminine image by putting on my pleated wool skirt and coordinated sweater. I loved this skirt and sweater combination, because it reminded me of a skirt and sweater I had worn when I was a young "woman" of only 21 years. I recalled the intense orgasms I had those many years ago, while dressed as a young woman. Those memories caused me to squirm my feminized bum on the chair.
I took my pretty red pumps out of their box and sat down in the chair to put them on. Once on, I almost swooned at the sight of my feet in such sexy hi heel shoes. I then snapped into place on my left ankle the gold anklet chain I had purchased. Then out of the wig box came my blonde, page boy wig. I carefully placed it on my head and combed it out. I now saw a totally sexy woman looking back at me from the mirror. The image I saw was me dressed in women's clothing and wearing women's makeup and a sexy woman's page boy wig.
My penis was really throbbing hard by this time. I felt my balls through the silk of my slip and silken panties. I felt up my legs to my nylon-clad thighs and buttocks and I said out loud, "Oh, I'm so pretty, and I'm so horny. I wish Raymond were here with me."
From behind the curtains I heard a voice, "Darling, I am here." I was shocked. Raymond came out from behind the curtain. He was naked and had an immense erection. My eyes were fixed upon his large, handsome penis. I was mortified and shocked, yet also thrilled. Emotional waves swept throughout my body, culminating in sexual feelings in my groin and effeminate penis. My voice trembled as I said, "Oh Raymond. I'm so embarrassed." He replied, "I KNEW you were a TV, baby." I tried to run to the bathroom to lock myself in. It was no use. Raymond grabbed me as I attempted to flee, and he was much stronger than me. He placed his arms about my waist and pressed his groin against my slip and panty encased buttocks. I could feel his hot, rigid erection against my bum. Still more intense emotional waves once again swept throughout my body, once again culminating as intense sexual feelings in my groin and effeminate penis. I thought I was going to have a spontaneous orgasm. The feeling of his powerful erection pressing against my panty-clad bum was overwhelming! I trembled and said,
"Oh, Raymond. You really shouldn't be here. This is suppose to be my secret." His right hand reached under my slip and rested against my right knee. He began to kiss the back of my neck as his hand felt up my leg and up my inner thigh. I was trembling and he whispered in my ear, "Relax, honey. You are now in the arms of your man--your lover!" He found my throbbing hard penis and placed his hand on it, saying, "This proves you want to share your little secret with me, darling." I almost swooned in his arms as I felt his masterful hand grasping my panty-clad penis.
With this, he forced me to the bed and pulled down the covers. I laid on my back and Raymond mounted me. He French kissed me. I really became excited as I felt his tongue darting into my mouth. He pressed his groin hard against my groin as he looked intensely into my eyes. He said, "you are my woman and I am your man. I'm going to fuck you, darling." I could feel his immense erection through the material of my slip and panties. I put my arms about him and looked directly in his eyes saying, "Oh, Raymond. I feel so feminine. I want to be your feminine lover." He then laid beside me and ran his hands up and down my stockinged legs, and around my pantied assheeks and thighs. He also fondled my padded bra cups. As he fondled me he said, "Oh, babe, wow! The feel of all your silk and lace, and of your silken panties and padded bra, really turns me on!" He kissed me some more and then whispered in my ear, "Oh, William darling. You are such a sissy and a queer to be lying here with another man, while you are dressed in women's underwear, and with your hard penis encased by women's sexy panties."
I said, "Oh, Raymond. I love wearing women's clothing. I love it even more being in your arms while I am wearing women's clothing. I can't begin to express how wonderful I feel wearing stockings, bra and panties, and feeling your hands fondle my thighs, buttocks and shemale clitoris. I want so to be your pretend woman." He then made me get on my knees and bend over. He placed a couple of pillows under my tummy to prop me up. He removed my skirt and raised my slip and pulled my panties down until they were dangling over my right ankle. He said, "I want you to leave your sweater on. It makes you look so sexy and excites me so!" I cried and said, "What are you doing?" He said, "I'm going to give you exactly what you want, you sissy, queer bitch." Then, he took some of my vanishing cream and applied it to my anus and to his manly penis. Desire overcame me, and out came the unbridled truth, "Oh, Raymond darling...I do want you so to screw me. Take me, my dearest lover!" He lustfully replied, "that's more like it, my sweet pussy." With this I could feel his cockhead pressing against my anus. He commanded, with much lust in his voice, "Relax, my darling slut, and my cock will enter you much easier." I relaxed and could feel his rigid penis slowly fill my anus, until he was fully inside me.
He was now still, but the filling presence of his rigid cock in my anus was the center of my thought and being. The sexual feelings I now felt in my groin and effeminate penis radiated to my anus and buttocks. I felt again like I was going to spontaneously ejaculate. I began to involuntarily squirm a bit, which caused my rock-hard penis to become free of my waist cincher. I whimpered, "Oh darling, screw me and jack me off." My masterful male lover began a heavenly slow in-and-out thrusting of his rigid penis inside my sissy anus. He reached around my thigh and grabbed my very rigid dick. he began to slowly stroke me. I whimpered, "Oh darling. Do me, do me. But, don't stroke my dickette too fast or I'll come too quickly in your masterful hand." He began to screw me a bit faster, and lustfully said, "Oh fuck, fuck, Wendi...you slut. Your fucking queer pussy is so tight and feels so fucking good. I love to fuck a queer dressed in women's clothing!" The words shot through me like a
bullet. Yes, I was a queer in women's clothing. Raymond's rigid cock thrusting deep inside my anus, coupled with his stroking of my equally rigid sissy dickette proved my queerness beyond and question. I whimpered, "Oh, darling! Yes, I'm queer. I'm your pretend lady. And, I love and need your steely rigid cock, my masterful lover!" My reply excited Raymond so, that he became an animal sex machine and began to rapidly fuck me. The repeated sound of his groin slapping against my ass, and his balls slapping against my balls, in combination with the squeaking bed springs drove me into a frenzy. I though my dickette was about to explode in his pumping hand. The sound of the squeaking springs grew more rapid and louder. Then, I could feel his cock grow even larger inside my anus, and he began to give me those tell-tale short strokes. His balls slamed repeatedly against my balls as he powerfully thrust his pelvis against my sissy buttocks. I began to moan in a high-pitched, very sissy voice, and I cried out, "Oh, Darling! Oh! Oh! Darling. Oh, Ramond! eeeeeeiiiiiii, I'm coming, darling. Give me your manly cock hard and fast as I shoot off in your hand!" He cried out, "Take it, babe! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Take my FUCKING cum, you queer and sexy womanly bastard! Fuck! Fuck! You fucking slut! I want you to be my shemale wife, you slutty bitch-bastard!" My groin was flooded with "that" feeling. I shot my sissy load through his pumping hand onto the bedsheets as I felt him powerfully ejaculate deep inside my sissy anus. As he unloaded his manly seed into my anus he grunted and moaned and repeatedly slapped my asscheeks with his free hand, the slaps being in unison with the shots of semen from his pulsating mantool deep inside my shemale vagina.
The next day I went on a shopping spree for women's clothing. I rushed back to my hotel room and hurriedly removed all my delectable items of women's clothing from their packages. I then stripped off my male clothing and proceeded to the immense joy of dressing. I first put on my black size 42B foundation, full bra. I instantly had an erection as I adjusted the bra. I placed the supple silicon bra pads into my bra. Then I put on my matching black waist cincher with garters. Then I sat, my throbbing erection jutting out, and donned my sheer nylon stockings. Oh, the stockings felt so good clinging to my legs. I carefully attached the garter clips to the stockings. Then I stood and admired myself in the mirror. I took my erection and placed it flat up against my tummy under my waist cincher. Then I grabbed my beautiful black full panty briefs with lace around the waist band and the thigh openings--the type of lacy garment that says "I want to be screwed so very much!" I placed my stockinged feet through the panties and brought the delightful garment up my nylon-clad legs until my buttocks and groin were encased in lace and frills.
Next came my black full slip, also with much lace and frills. Over my head came the slip until it was sexily clinging to my now-feminine body. Then I sat before the vanity and carefully applied makeup to my face: rouge, eye liner, and ruby red lipstick to my pouting lips. I then placed my pretty pearl choker about my neck and the matching pearl bracelet on my right wrist. I was really taking on the appearance of a sexy wench. Then I enhanced my feminine image by putting on my pleated wool skirt and coordinated sweater. I loved this skirt and sweater combination, because it reminded me of a skirt and sweater I had worn when I was a young "woman" of only 21 years. I recalled the intense orgasms I had those many years ago, while dressed as a young woman. Those memories caused me to squirm my feminized bum on the chair.
I took my pretty red pumps out of their box and sat down in the chair to put them on. Once on, I almost swooned at the sight of my feet in such sexy hi heel shoes. I then snapped into place on my left ankle the gold anklet chain I had purchased. Then out of the wig box came my blonde, page boy wig. I carefully placed it on my head and combed it out. I now saw a totally sexy woman looking back at me from the mirror. The image I saw was me dressed in women's clothing and wearing women's makeup and a sexy woman's page boy wig.
My penis was really throbbing hard by this time. I felt my balls through the silk of my slip and silken panties. I felt up my legs to my nylon-clad thighs and buttocks and I said out loud, "Oh, I'm so pretty, and I'm so horny. I wish Raymond were here with me."
From behind the curtains I heard a voice, "Darling, I am here." I was shocked. Raymond came out from behind the curtain. He was naked and had an immense erection. My eyes were fixed upon his large, handsome penis. I was mortified and shocked, yet also thrilled. Emotional waves swept throughout my body, culminating in sexual feelings in my groin and effeminate penis. My voice trembled as I said, "Oh Raymond. I'm so embarrassed." He replied, "I KNEW you were a TV, baby." I tried to run to the bathroom to lock myself in. It was no use. Raymond grabbed me as I attempted to flee, and he was much stronger than me. He placed his arms about my waist and pressed his groin against my slip and panty encased buttocks. I could feel his hot, rigid erection against my bum. Still more intense emotional waves once again swept throughout my body, once again culminating as intense sexual feelings in my groin and effeminate penis. I thought I was going to have a spontaneous orgasm. The feeling of his powerful erection pressing against my panty-clad bum was overwhelming! I trembled and said,
"Oh, Raymond. You really shouldn't be here. This is suppose to be my secret." His right hand reached under my slip and rested against my right knee. He began to kiss the back of my neck as his hand felt up my leg and up my inner thigh. I was trembling and he whispered in my ear, "Relax, honey. You are now in the arms of your man--your lover!" He found my throbbing hard penis and placed his hand on it, saying, "This proves you want to share your little secret with me, darling." I almost swooned in his arms as I felt his masterful hand grasping my panty-clad penis.
With this, he forced me to the bed and pulled down the covers. I laid on my back and Raymond mounted me. He French kissed me. I really became excited as I felt his tongue darting into my mouth. He pressed his groin hard against my groin as he looked intensely into my eyes. He said, "you are my woman and I am your man. I'm going to fuck you, darling." I could feel his immense erection through the material of my slip and panties. I put my arms about him and looked directly in his eyes saying, "Oh, Raymond. I feel so feminine. I want to be your feminine lover." He then laid beside me and ran his hands up and down my stockinged legs, and around my pantied assheeks and thighs. He also fondled my padded bra cups. As he fondled me he said, "Oh, babe, wow! The feel of all your silk and lace, and of your silken panties and padded bra, really turns me on!" He kissed me some more and then whispered in my ear, "Oh, William darling. You are such a sissy and a queer to be lying here with another man, while you are dressed in women's underwear, and with your hard penis encased by women's sexy panties."
I said, "Oh, Raymond. I love wearing women's clothing. I love it even more being in your arms while I am wearing women's clothing. I can't begin to express how wonderful I feel wearing stockings, bra and panties, and feeling your hands fondle my thighs, buttocks and shemale clitoris. I want so to be your pretend woman." He then made me get on my knees and bend over. He placed a couple of pillows under my tummy to prop me up. He removed my skirt and raised my slip and pulled my panties down until they were dangling over my right ankle. He said, "I want you to leave your sweater on. It makes you look so sexy and excites me so!" I cried and said, "What are you doing?" He said, "I'm going to give you exactly what you want, you sissy, queer bitch." Then, he took some of my vanishing cream and applied it to my anus and to his manly penis. Desire overcame me, and out came the unbridled truth, "Oh, Raymond darling...I do want you so to screw me. Take me, my dearest lover!" He lustfully replied, "that's more like it, my sweet pussy." With this I could feel his cockhead pressing against my anus. He commanded, with much lust in his voice, "Relax, my darling slut, and my cock will enter you much easier." I relaxed and could feel his rigid penis slowly fill my anus, until he was fully inside me.
He was now still, but the filling presence of his rigid cock in my anus was the center of my thought and being. The sexual feelings I now felt in my groin and effeminate penis radiated to my anus and buttocks. I felt again like I was going to spontaneously ejaculate. I began to involuntarily squirm a bit, which caused my rock-hard penis to become free of my waist cincher. I whimpered, "Oh darling, screw me and jack me off." My masterful male lover began a heavenly slow in-and-out thrusting of his rigid penis inside my sissy anus. He reached around my thigh and grabbed my very rigid dick. he began to slowly stroke me. I whimpered, "Oh darling. Do me, do me. But, don't stroke my dickette too fast or I'll come too quickly in your masterful hand." He began to screw me a bit faster, and lustfully said, "Oh fuck, fuck, Wendi...you slut. Your fucking queer pussy is so tight and feels so fucking good. I love to fuck a queer dressed in women's clothing!" The words shot through me like a
bullet. Yes, I was a queer in women's clothing. Raymond's rigid cock thrusting deep inside my anus, coupled with his stroking of my equally rigid sissy dickette proved my queerness beyond and question. I whimpered, "Oh, darling! Yes, I'm queer. I'm your pretend lady. And, I love and need your steely rigid cock, my masterful lover!" My reply excited Raymond so, that he became an animal sex machine and began to rapidly fuck me. The repeated sound of his groin slapping against my ass, and his balls slapping against my balls, in combination with the squeaking bed springs drove me into a frenzy. I though my dickette was about to explode in his pumping hand. The sound of the squeaking springs grew more rapid and louder. Then, I could feel his cock grow even larger inside my anus, and he began to give me those tell-tale short strokes. His balls slamed repeatedly against my balls as he powerfully thrust his pelvis against my sissy buttocks. I began to moan in a high-pitched, very sissy voice, and I cried out, "Oh, Darling! Oh! Oh! Darling. Oh, Ramond! eeeeeeiiiiiii, I'm coming, darling. Give me your manly cock hard and fast as I shoot off in your hand!" He cried out, "Take it, babe! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Take my FUCKING cum, you queer and sexy womanly bastard! Fuck! Fuck! You fucking slut! I want you to be my shemale wife, you slutty bitch-bastard!" My groin was flooded with "that" feeling. I shot my sissy load through his pumping hand onto the bedsheets as I felt him powerfully ejaculate deep inside my sissy anus. As he unloaded his manly seed into my anus he grunted and moaned and repeatedly slapped my asscheeks with his free hand, the slaps being in unison with the shots of semen from his pulsating mantool deep inside my shemale vagina.
