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First off, let me say I wrote this long ago and felt the need to
revisit it, to "flesh it out", and to perhaps add a stronger ending.
And to appease those who have written a review asking for more detail.
To understand the story, you have to understand where I have come from.
The majority of my life, I have been without a strong male role model,
surrounded instead by my mom, aunts, grandmother, sisters, and such. I
spent much of my youth trying to fit in, going shopping on Saturdays,
worrying about my appearance, wearing things a little too fashionable.
One day, far back enough that I can't remember exactly when, I found my
mothers lingerie drawer. As I looked through the drawer marveling at
the silky and lacey things, I began to feel, I guess jealous is the
word. Most girls have their "granny panties", but can you imagine being
stuck in them all your life? The more I dug through that drawer, the
more I wanted to wear what was in there. I began sneaking things out,
often from the dryer before my mom could empty it, trying to avoid
being discovered.
As I got older, I of course discovered the real differences between men
and women, at least physically. My voice got deeper, my legs harrier,
and my chest, arms, and legs more masculine. One day I found a porno in
my dad's dresser drawer. I snuck it into the VCR and another amazing,
yet familiar feeling came over me. As I watched this beautiful woman
perform oral on the man, as she laid on her back, legs spread as he
took her, as she knelt before him while he gripped her hips thrusting
madly, I felt jealous again. But not of the man, of her. I wanted to be
beautiful, to be loved, to be taken. That moment triggered a feeling
and desire in me I would never get rid of.
So now, fast forward to say 10 years later. I'd had my share of sexual
experiences, all of them as the "man", all hetero. Even though secretly
I would fantasize that while I was receiving a blowjob, I wanted to be
able to do that to her. While I was forcing myself inside her, I wanted
to be the one on my knees. I had continued dressing in secret,
venturing out once or twice late at night when no one was around to
discover me. I eventually did settle down with a woman, and soon we
were married. I had told her of my "dressing" but had given it up, and
it was not something I wasn't interested in anymore. In truth, I had
given it up, going through the typical purge I'm sure many of you have
gone through. But the truth is, within a year I was back, sneaking
panties, dressing when alone, even searching out other "girls" to have
rendezvous with. I was able to keep it out of site for awhile, but
eventually my desires took over, I got careless and yes, I got caught.
It happened one day as she was leaving for work. I was dying to get
into her satiny one piece bathing suit, get online, and check out my
favorite story site! As I settled back in my chair, fingers tracing the
outline of my nipples through the gauzy material, pouring over a racy
story about a man forced to perform sexual favors on another man, I
heard footsteps, a key in the lock, and finally the door flinging open.
I struggled to close the door to the room to no avail as she stormed
the room. My face went beet red as she began to scream ugly epithets
about my being a faggot, how somehow she had always know, how I had
even been hiding clothing from her (even though it was HER bathing
suit). Needless to say though we did attempt counseling, or perhaps I
should say I attempted counseling, within a few months we were
divorced.
After the divorce, I decided to spend more time as Jessica than
Richard. My reasons were simple. If I was willing to choose being
dressed as a woman over my marriage, why not explore it more? I
eventually even met a woman, who soon became my Mistress, who would
help me with my appearance, makeup, and mannerisms.
So I am at one of my Mistress parties or something dressed as Jessica
and having an okay time when my ex wife Lori and her boyfriend show up.
I can only assume it was her boyfriend from the way they talked, and
the way he was palming her ass as they walked in. She looked stunning
as always, long legs, long auburn hair, short skirt and reasonable high
heels. He was huge. A large black man with a chiseled body, large arms
and legs, and a huge bulge where his cock should have been. I am of
course mortified because we broke up over my dressing which I never
thought was a big deal, so I spend the rest of the party avoiding them,
always watching where I go and leaving rooms as they walk into them...
Finally the party winds down and most of the guests are gone, so I
assume she is gone too and start to relax. Big mistake. I no sooner sit
down than there she is hands on hips shaking her head with a look of
disgust on her face...
I start to get nervous and pretend I am someone else and she just
ignores me. "I should have known all along what a faggot you are." she
said. I am speechless as she looks me over in disgust. "Stand up and
turn around so I can see how a faggot dresses." I stand up and turn as
she lifts my skirt... My very short skirt. My Mistress had been
dressing me in ultra sexy attire, to help me feel more feminine.
Tonight was no exception. I had on a short black Lycra skirt over
garters and sheer black seemed stockings and panties. My top was a
cotton button up mans looking dress shirt, tucked in and buttoned low
to show off my sheer black bra and false cleavage created by the fake
breasts I had procured through an online transgender shopping site. I
had on a long wig similar in style and color to her own hair, heavy
blue eye shadow and deep red lipstick. I was dressed to be a slut to
the nine's! She grabbed my cock, which by now was hard from excitement,
and laughed. "You still have this little thing, huh? A REAL girl would
have gotten rid of it by now... You were never any good with it
anyway..."
I start to blush but she just laughs and calls her boyfriend over and
tells him to sit down... "So you really think you are a girl huh? Let's
see how much of a girl you are? Suck his dick, just like I used to suck
yours, little faggot! Do a good job and I'll make sure he fucks you
too, bitch!"
I look at her and start to object, and she slaps me... "Remember our
marriage you fucked up because you wouldn't admit you were a little
sissy faggot! Truthfully? I could have lived with you being this way,
if you could have been honest for one minute about it. You can't even
be honest with yourself about it. You fucking know you want this! Look
how you're dressed. Now shut up and fucking suck his cock or I'll call
your family and tell them the truth!"
As I knelt between his legs, my stomach began to flutter like it was
full of butterflies. Tears began to well up in my eyes. I looked at her
only to have her sneer at me, pull out his cock and feed it into my
mouth. It was huge, bigger than I had ever seen. Bigger even than the
one my Mistress had used on me in training for "just such an event". I
leaned my head toward it, first kissing then licking the bright purple
head. A bit of pre cum began to ooze from the tip and quickly devoured
it. I began to suck it... "I'll bet you're a good cocksucker too. I
remember how your tongue felt on me bitch. The boys must really love
your tongue working their cock. What was it you always wanted? Oh
yeah... You wanted me to deep throat you and swallow... well, we don't
want to disappoint your new boyfriend, do we?" and with that she shoved
my head down over his cock until it was deep in my throat. I struggled
to keep from gagging, trying to pull back from his mammoth cock. She
placed both her hands on the back of my head, forcing me down with all
her weight until his balls were nestled against my chin. I finally
began relaxing my throat muscles as I had been taught, no longer
fighting what was happening.
"Well you do suck a good cock. But I bet a slut like you really wants
to get fucked, doesn't she? Get on your hands and knees and pull down
your panties slut. I'm gonna show you what it's really liked to get
fucked. Not like when you tried to fuck me with that little prick you
call a cock. That's right, look how big it's gotten. And you're gonna
take it all in, aren't you slut!" I had to obey... If she called my
family I would be humiliated, and she knew it... So I did what she told
me...
"Hope your hungry too, I love the way you used to lick me... Make us
both cum you little tramp..." she stood up, pulled down her panties,
ones I had once worn, to reveal her baldness. Her boyfriend meanwhile
removed his cock from his mouth and forced me onto all fours in front
of her. As she slid in front of me I lowered my head. She grabbed my
face with both hands, pulled my mouth to her pussy, and began to fuck
my face hard... then I felt her boyfriend begin finger me from behind.
I shivered so violently I nearly fell over. As she forced her pussy
into my face, I began to lick and suck at her clit, trying to speed her
to orgasm and end this madness. In my efforts I lost track of her
boyfriend and soon felt him forcing his mammoth cock into my ass. I was
momentarily stunned, unable to even breath as he threatened to tear me
in two. I began to cry again though the sounds were muffled by my ex
wife's pussy smothering my face. She began to laugh, "keep licking
honey, it'll all be over soon!" Her boyfriend finally found his rhythm
as he gripped my hips, rocking to and fro deep in my ass. She too began
to thrust violently into my face. I was lost.
Sure enough, moments later I felt her spasming in orgasm as her
boyfriends thrusts became shorter and more forceful, until he finally
shot his wad up my ass... they both got up and walked away, laughing
leaving me there make up all messed, cum on my face and ass... soon she
walked back and knelt by my face... "Just to make sure you don't get
any ideas, we'll be keeping these for insurance. And we'll give you a
call the next time we need a good lay" they had Polaroid's of the whole
thing... me in my short skirt talking with guests, me with my dress
pulled up and my cock in her hand, me on my knees with her boyfriends
cock in my mouth, me on all fours, face buried deep between her legs
with her boyfriend burying his cock in my ass, and finally me slumped
on the floor clothing torn and covered in the remnants of their sexual
assault... and with that she laughed at me, gave me a deep kiss, then
her boyfriend, then finally walked away, leaving me behind again...
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