All Men Cheat
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A No-Good Cheat free porn video
Please don't read this story if you are under 18 or if transexualism
offends you.
This is a true story. It has some sex, but is also sort of
autobiographical. Of course, I've changed the names and stuff...
A No-Good Cheat
By Maria Transvestite
Let me explain myself to you. I am 32, and a transvestite. Not all
of the time, but on a couple days of the week I like to get dolled-up
and go out for a good time. Sometimes I go to gay bars, drag shows
and fun places. Other times, I get horny and go to an adult
bookstore, where I'm friends with the staff, and many of the resident
"queens."
The queens are basically gay men who are into being the
passive sexual partners of so-called "straight men." In the old days
they used to call this "rough trade," or just "trade." Anyhow, we
hangout around the video booths waiting for our prey, and we go into
booths and have sex with willing participants. Now, that's kind of
sleazy, but it's a useful sexual release and takes less effort than
the bars.
But back to me, I'm 5'11, thin, and Hispanic looking. I've been
told that I look like Selena, Minnie Driver, Apollonia, etc. You get
the picture: dark hair and ethnic. My legs are pretty long and black
stockings really work wonders on them. I have a very thin waist to
begin with, so I'm fairly close to passable. Just not 100% passable.
So one evening I was at the bookstore dressed in my usual type
outfit. When you are going out to get a man for sex, you gotta dress
the slut. Basically I always wear some sort of black dress,
skintight and black stockings (thigh highs of course) and pumps,
fashionable though... and usually my hair is long and curly when on a
"manhunt."
I don't have much problem getting men to have sex with
me. Not that I'm conceited or anything. I think most "girls" would
have the same luck if they dress-up for their men. Anyway, this
evening I had on a black short, shiny Lycra dress, high clunky
pumps, silver jewelry and fairly bright red lipstick. That's a
general idea of how I dressed in those days in an effort to pick up
guys for sex.
Now I prefer a certain type of guy. I don't like pretty boys, and I
like them around my age, give or take a few years. In addition, I am
attracted to a fit body. I work pretty hard to keep thin, so I want
something hard in more ways than one. That said, I don't expect (or
want!) Mr. Olympia. I think you should get the picture. (Right now
I'm sure you are thinking what a banal chick! But remember I was
looking for a hook-up for pure unadulterated sex). I might want
different qualities in a husband. Anyway, I digress.
My affair with Brad started innocently. We actually hooked-up and
had sex a few times before I noticed anything different about him.
One evening, around 6pm or so he came in, and saw me standing at the
video machine. He gave me his usual grin, and I instinctively headed
toward one of the big booths in the corner. We went in and he began
to kiss me, while reaching behind me, pulling up my dress and
caressing my ass. This usually sets me on fire, and it did this time
too. He pulled down my thong panties and all of a sudden, I
noticed how strong he was. He literally flipped me around and had
his face buried in my ass in an instant. He began long, slow,
languorous licking of my "pussy." I moaned in hot passion, while he
violated me with his tongue.
In a flash, he had flipped me front side and had my nine-inch girly
thing in his mouth. He worshipped me for only a minute, and then he
stood up. He pulled off his shirt, revealing a full, muscular chest;
he pulled down his pants and CK underwear to reveal a raging hard-on,
nearly as long as mine. Feeling a surge of femininity, I sank to me
knees and rewarded him with my mouth. I sucked him only for a minute
or two and then he lifted me up. Wordlessly, I knew what he wanted,
and I reached into my purse and pulled out a condom, which I quickly
wrapped on his engorged penis. Carefully, lubing myself, I bent over
to take him into me.
Slowly, he worked the length of his wicked hard-on into me. I felt so
full. I felt heavenly: like a woman whose man needs him badly. He
bent over my small frame and his muscular arms grabbed my waist as he
began a frantic shoving in and out movement. I moaned my pleasure
and approval. He kissed my neck and caressed my ass while he pumped
me. We were rutting together like a couple of animals, I guess. But
the passion was there. I felt his need for me in each thrust and I
pushed back a little bit to meet him. On and on, he slammed at me:
first increasing speed and then slowing down. I was a blur of
pleasure. I felt his manhood dominating me.
The intrusion didn't last long, with a long moan and a powerful
shudder I felt him cumming deep inside of me. His orgasm seem to take
a very long time to complete as he help on to me clutching my waist
as he spasmed. In that instant, I was so overwhelmed, my orgasm
erupted in terrific force. We clasped together like that for some
few minutes. As his muscular frame embracing my smaller body, he began
rubbing my ass with his hands, kissing me on my full lips, and
saying that "it was great." Then we both disengaged and began the
process of dressing ourselves.
Silently then, we began to dress ourselves. Each seemingly lost in
the event that had just transpired. Satisfied I prepared to kiss him
and leave the booth, but he reached into his wallet and said, "Call
me." His card read: Brad Peters, LAN at a local bank. I looked at
him and then realized how cute he really was. He was about my
height, slightly balding, but with pretty eyes. He looks a lot like
Brendan Frazier, I thought. I surveyed his body: thick muscular arms
and legs, with a small waist announced that he worked-out with
weights. But the thing that impressed me most about him was that he
was gentle.
The next day, I sent him an email and he told me more of his story.
He was a single parent, and the bookstore was his only outlet for
sex. He enjoyed seeing me there, and his ex-wife was very cruel with
him and was fighting for custody of his daughter. He invited me to
lunch. I was flabbergasted. None of my "trade" had ever asked me
out in public before. He said I could come any way I liked and we
could meet at a gay restaurant in Pittsburgh.
We met and things intensified from there. As he told me his woes with
his ex-wife I grew more enamored. When he told me of his love for his
daughter I became entrapped. When we met for our secret lovemaking
sessions, I grew to love him. After he sold his house out in the
sticks, he would have more time to spend with me, somehow this made-up
for all not seeing him and being unable to go out with him.
After one particularly hot tryst at the bookstore, Brad left, I and I
stayed. I was talking to friends and quite proud that Brad was my
boyfriend. Everyone commented on how cute he looked. One of the
queens there told me, "Honey, you are going to get hurt. He lives
with a woman. I was with him before you, and I did some
investigating. Remember that vacation he took? Well, he was with that
woman and his baby!!!" Suddenly, it all started to make sense.
He had told me I couldn't call him at home or he couldn't call me
from there because his mother, sister, and others were often around.
He had to say in the closet to keep custody of his daughter. On his
vacation, I hoped to hear from him, but nothing. Then other doubts
began to set in. I realized that I had caught him lying about a car
that he used to own (he said he still owned it but didn't drive it:
later he said he sold it without realizing I remembered the earlier
story).
I cried home the entire ride on the turnpike. He had been the first
man I had ever loved. Because I was a transvestite I realized there
would be limitations to our relationship. But this! He had lied to
me from almost day one. Some of my "sisters" would have destroyed
him by making that phone call to his female partner. I have too much
class for that. I moved on.
So this isn't really much of an uplifting story is it? But it's
true... Still out there looking for a replacement, sigh...
Ofelia
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