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Not Always As They Seem free porn video
This is a story involving mostly crossdressing and sex situations. It
is fantasy and I hope you enjoy.
Not always as they seem
By [email protected]
I was kind of young, around 12, when I first experimented with the
wearing of female clothing. My first attempts were merely out of
curiosity and involved apparel from my mother's wardrobe. None of it
fit well but that was beside the point at the time. I was doing it
because I wanted to, not to make a fashion statement. In those early
days, I found the actions fun but not much more than a passing fancy.
It was not until years later I re-discovered my like of dressing.
Around 17 or 18, my interests rekindled and I found myself looking for
ways to explore once more. Not wanting to go back to my mother's
belongings, I used money I was making to buy stuff of my own. Nothing
major, just bras, panties, and pantyhose mainly. And only an item here
or there to start with. Soon, though, I was getting more and more and
hiding it away being real careful with it. It was also around this time
I took more of a note of my sexuality. About when I was 20, I realized
I was not straight, but bisexual, but told no one of this. I also had a
decent collection of clothing by now, more than just lingerie.
I was in college but still living at home and working as well leaving
me with little free time. I ended up leaving school and moving away
from the state with a couple friends of mine for a while. I just wanted
to get away more or less and this gave me the chance to do so. I was
now 21, in a new place that I knew no one but the friends I came out
with, and trying to adjust. We all lived together for a while until I
moved out onto my own into a small apartment. I was making enough money
to do that and still have some left over and was enjoying it. Besides
that, I could freely explore my other side this way.
I was a little overweight and mad because of it and so I took advantage
of the onsite gym equipment provided and worked out. There was not much
there but it got me started and between that and walking a mile or so a
day, I was getting into good shape. That also meant I had to happily
buy a new wardrobe. I did that slowly and found I was now fitting into
some of the trendier clothing of the day and looking pretty decent in
it.
I spent much of my off time at home dressed but was growing restless.
With some courage, I finally ventured outside for the first time fully
dressed. There were many, many times I had gone out with panties or
more under my male clothes, but never went this far. I put on a black
bra/panty set, black knee length skirt, red blouse, black hose, and
matching 4" heels. I have my own long hair so no wig was needed and I
had got pretty good at makeup. I looked myself over and thought I did a
good job and so out I went.
Nothing really exciting happened that night; I drove around a bit and
went home. But to me, it was thrilling. I did this more and more and
was getting real used to it. At least two times a week I was out
somewhere. I was also making more money at work and moved into a better
place. I also started getting sexual urges and began getting into chat
rooms and placing ads online for some 'company'. I bought a digital
camera and took some photos and was getting some responses but I was
looking to meet someone for real.
My first sexual experience was kind of lame but I enjoyed it. I was a
bit too horny to have been online but I met some guy that lived nearby
and agreed for him to come over. He was over in a half hour and we
tried some small talk but he was more interested in a blowjob. Being my
first time, I was nervous and he was not all that helpful but I got to
my knees in front of him in the chair. He had his cock out already and
I took some of it in my mouth. He was not big really at all but I did
not care. Through trial and error, I learned what and what not to do
and soon he was moaning a good bit as I bobbed up and down on his pole.
He didn't last long and pulled my head off his lap and came as he
jacked himself. I gave him a rag to clean up with. He said thanks and
left. The whole thing lasted about 15 minutes from the time he came
through the door until he left. I was happy though, I got to do what I
wanted to and he enjoyed it.
A little time went by and I was looking again but finding nothing
worthwhile. I took a weekend off and went up north to a larger city and
got a hotel room. I took a big risk and decided to spend the whole time
as a girl. I dressed and left my apartment and checked in that way not
caring if they discovered me or not. I had my weekend planned out. I
was going to spend the nights at a club that was open to all
lifestyles, and my days I was going to work on my bikini tan that I
have been dying to do.
I got there Friday afternoon dressed in a tight white t-shirt and
jeans, under which I had on peach bra and panties. I had some real good
and expensive breast forms that looked and felt and moved very
realistically. They cost me a lot of money but they are worth it I
think. Through my sunglasses, I checked into my room (using a fake id I
bought) and took notice of the clerk eyeing me up. I was thrilled and
knew he was watching my ass as I walked to the elevator. As the doors
closed, I gave him a little smile and went to my room. This was going
to be a fun trip.
I unpacked and changed into an orange high cut bikini being real sure
to tuck what needed to be hidden and check to be sure the breast forms
all looked ok. I went out onto the balcony and put a towel down. I
oiled up and laid out for my first tanning session. I was so excited
from it, I had to be sure not to get a hard on. To help hide it, I laid
on my stomach a lot. I loved the feel of the sun on my body and almost
fell asleep. I stayed out there for a couple hours then showered and at
a light dinner from room service. The boy that brought my food was not
ugly, but not overly attractive but none the less I flirted with him. I
was just in that kind of mood this weekend. This was my coming out so
to speak. He could not have been over 19 and was pretty shy but I did
notice him looking at my body. I still had the bikini on but had a half
top t-shirt and shorts on.
That night, for my first real night out, I put on a slinky black party
dress that was pretty short but not obscene. Black underwear and
stockings with a garter belt and matching heels made up the rest of the
ensemble. I did up my makeup and hair and out I went. I got into my
rental car and went to the club. It was big and kind of crowded and I
went and got a drink and watched the people.
To make a long story short, that weekend I had a great and liberating
time. I did not meet up with anyone of note but flirted a lot and paid
for no drinks at the club except the first one I bought. I teased and
played around with the guys at the club and the hotel and went home
Sunday very happy with new confidence but unfortunately it did not last
all that long.
A couple months after I came home, I was out at a local, supposedly
open minded, club. It was a weeknight and not crowded and I spent my
time nursing a drink and listening to music keeping much to myself. A
guy came over and struck up a conversation with me. He was nice and we
chatted for about an hour before I had to get going. He walked me out
to my car and we talked a little more making plans to meet up here this
weekend. Out of the blue, when I had my door open and was getting in,
he thrust me against the interior of my door back in that corner where
the door and the car met, trapping me. His one hand on my mouth, he
used the other to roam all over my body. He said if I screamed, he
would kill me and he took his hand away from my mouth.
I was scared beyond belief as he thrust me to my knees and ordered me
to blow him. I stalled and thought about screaming, and hoped that
maybe someone was nearby to see what was happening. While I was
thinking about all this, he slapped me real hard and said next time it
would really hurt. I was crying now but did as he ordered. I took his
cock out of his jeans and took it between my lips. He was talking
really trashy to me while I sucked him off. When I was done he slapped
me again and left me there crying. I went home a wreck and decided that
was the last time I would dress ever again. I threw everything in the
trash and slumped into a depression.
A few months after I turned 22, I was beginning to shake out of my
misery. I got over the fact that I was raped, and part of me did like
that, but still I did not want it to happen again so I gave up part of
me. The part I was really getting in touch with. I was still hanging
out sometimes with my old friends, but I had made a few new ones as
well. One of them was having some problems with his wife and I let him
crash with me for a while. His name was Mark, 31, in decent shape, and
a nice guy with an overbearing wife and just needed to sort out his
head.
The days turned into weeks and we became even better friends. He was
still having trouble with the misses but did go back home. On occasion
he was back at my place though and we both knew it did not look good
for his marriage. We got all tanked up one night and went out to a
couple clubs, having a good time. Back at my place, we had a beer or
two more and bullshitted a bit about this and that. Then it slipped out
that I was bisexual but I was so drunk I didn't care telling him. He
did not seem phased too much by it other than a 'wow'. We ended up
talking about that for a while and the conversation, just getting the
chance to talk about it again, was a turn on for me.
He asked about the 'biggest' guy I was ever with and when I answered,
he said he was nowhere near that large. Well, that was my opening and I
took it. It did not take long for me to get him to unzip and show me
his dick. I will admit, I have seen bigger, but it was still very nice.
Nothing at all to be ashamed of. It had been so long since I have been
with anyone, I leapt out of my chair and onto the floor in front of
him. Before he knew it, I had him in my mouth and was sucking his cock.
He did not know what to do so he laid back and enjoyed the attention. I
sucked him until he came in my mouth and held him there until he got
hard once more. Then I sucked him again until completion again.
I was alive with lust. We slept in the same bed that night, me using
his cock as a pacifier falling asleep with it in my mouth. Waking up
the next morning, it was resting against my cheek so I swiftly gobbled
it up and woke him with a good morning blowjob. When finished, he was
beside himself but had to admit I had talent. I thanked him for letting
me help him out and he went back home. For a few weeks after that, we
would hook up on the weekends. At first he was shy about it, so I took
the lead and would just go down on him.
In a month I bet I sucked him 16 times. Then he started to shy away
from me saying he just did not feel right. I knew what he meant and
asked to give it one more chance. We set it up for the weekend and that
week I went shopping. It felt so good to shop again and I came home
with dozens of bags with a lot of outfits and lingerie and all that
stuff. I got ready for him Friday night wearing a sexy but not slutty
outfit. He knocked on the door and when I answered, he looked at the
door number like he had the wrong place. I said he was in the right
apartment and had him come in.
All he did was stare at me. 'This better?' I asked him. He was still
staring when I gave him a kiss and patted his butt. Once over the
shock, we talked and I explained everything to him. He came to grips
with it pretty well and could not stop complimenting me (which
naturally I ate up). We made it to the bedroom and got out of the bulky
clothes, me remaining in my slinky lingerie. After I gave him his first
blowjob, he admitted that he felt much more relaxed now with me like
this and I told him I understood. I sucked him one more time before he
left. We made plans for two weeks from then to spend the weekend
together.
The time dragged by until the day came. That afternoon, we just talked
and went for a short walk getting to know each other all over again it
seemed. He seemed much more at ease with me this way and I was feeling
pretty good myself. We were like a couple strolling through the park.
We went out to a movie that night and it felt right to hold his hand or
have his arm around me during the film. We walked out arms around each
other and went back to my place.
I fixed us a couple drinks and we talked a little more while listening
to some music. We went to the bedroom and I changed into a slinky
nightie and crawled under the sheet with him beside me. We snuggled up
close to one another and it just felt right. We talked a little bit
more about dreams and life and stuff like that. We began to rub one
another softly and soon were embraced in a hot kiss, one of my hands on
his crotch and one of his on my ass.
I pulled out his cock and stroked it until it was mostly hard then
moved down to take him in my mouth. He let out a nice groan as I sucked
him good and I knew he was enjoying it. He slipped his hand under my
nightie and into my panties massaging my ass pretty good. I was really
liking that. He pulled me up and asked me if I was ready. I knew what
he meant right away and I said I was but wanted to know if he was. He
readily said yes and I told him where some lube was.
Putting some into my behind, and a little on his dick, he laid me on my
back and pulled my panties off. Looking deep into my eyes, he raised up
my legs and positioned himself to take my cherry. I was so ready for
this to happen, I almost began to cry. This was the man I wanted to be
my first. He went slow at first and gave me time to adjust. When I was
accustomed to this new sensation, he worked in and out gently. I
started to thrust back at him within moments and before too long, we
were going at it pretty hard. For my first time, it did hurt but I got
used to it quickly.
He lasted a good amount of time inside my ass fucking me real good. In
about 10 minutes he let loose a hot stream inside me. It felt like I
was in heaven. He bent down and gave me a loving kiss and laid down
beside me. We kissed some more and briefly talked then fell asleep. It
was the perfect end to the night.
With that part of our relationship past us, we fucked quite a bit. As a
matter of fact, we never left my place the rest of the weekend. We
spent that time humping like crazed rabbits. And finally, after all I
have been waiting for, I got fucked by a real man in what I knew to be
my favorite position, doggy style. Let me tell you, there is nothing
quite like being rammed from behind. We did it in the bedroom, in the
living room, in the kitchen, in the bathroom. On the bed, aside the
bed, over the coffee table, against the sink, you name it. Sadly Sunday
came and I was quiet as he was getting ready to go home. I knew I would
miss him and he felt the same way. We both knew that if he and his wife
split up, he was moving in with me.
I watched him leave and sat down on the couch already waiting for the
next time we got together. It was at this time that I decided never to
let this side of me, Katy, ever leave again.
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