Sissy Femboy Chrissy in Drag 2 At John s Pla
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"Can you wear a dress tonight?"
"I can't crossdress in public, I'm not 'out' and don't want to be seen that way."
"That's okay. We're going to a gay-only club that has a drag queen show tonight, so you'd fit right in."
"Cool, but I'll have to change when we get there."
"Awesome! See you tonight!"
And that was my conversation with a new lover I just met on AdultFriendFinder. The guy is in his upper 60s, gray hair, wrinkles, very masculine, exactly what I am attracted to. He likes the fact that I am a sissy femboy, that I shave myself smooth everywhere and wear girly panties and even lingerie. Eve though I am 41, I look, feel and even sound younger, and I am young at heart. I am not ready to be the mature one in a May-December relationship yet, I don't want to be the older lover or Daddy yet, that is what I want in a partner and I am trying to stay "young" for as long as possible, until it is no longer passable for me. I am the k**, the boi, the little "girl," the weaker, vulnerable one in a relationship.
The guy, lets just call him by the generic name "John Smith," and I had been texting, emailing and doing cam to cam together for days and finally decided to meet up in person. He picked me up at my place and we went to a gay-only club in Hillcrest here in San Diego. I have never been in a gay club before. Same-sex partners, both male and female, were everywhere showing their love: talking, flirting, hugging each other, holding hands. Just like any other club I assume, but gay. Past the bar was a stage where there would be this club's monthly drag queen show. "John Smith" told me he really loves drag queens, shemales, crossdressers, and transgenders and transvestites. I guess he liked getting the best of both worlds?
When we got our table I said, "I'm gonna go change."
"Okay, honey," "John Smith" responded.
I found the bathroom and entered it cautiously. I am still new to this and sort of embarrassed to be seen in a gay club, much less in drag. To my pleasant surprise, there was no one in it at the time, and I found a big handicap stall that I could dress in comfortably. I took off my clothes except for the purple lace thong panties I was already wearing, then slipped on a one-piece sleeveless mini-dress that was open in the back, showing off my shoulders, my entire back down to the small of it, and most of my chest, except for my boytitts. The bottom of the dress was very short, in the back it barely got past the bottom of my buttcheeks, in the front it barely covered up my crotch. When I walked you could almost see my panties. "John" said he was "a leg man," so the dress was perfect because it should off my long, smooth legs all the way up to my hips and bikini line. The dress was purple with flowers as a design, I wanted something that was as feminine, as girly as possible.
I was hoping the bathroom was still empty when I exited the stall, but to my chagrin I ran into someone. He was maybe my age, but taller, and I am not petite. I am 6 feet tall, so he must have been 6 foot 2 or 3 and ripped as fuck. He had so many muscles, he was so big, he could tear me in half if he wanted to! "Oh fuck!" he exclaimed with a smile as he saw me. "Who are YOU?!"
Impulsively I just blurted out my name, "Chrissy."
"You one of the showgirls?" he asked.
"No, I'm here on a date."
"Wow! Just put on some make up, maybe a wig, and you could be on that stage."
I blushed. "Thank you." I headed for the door, the guy followed me making me uncomfortable.
"Where ya going?" he demanded.
"I told you," I replied. "I'm here on a date."
He blocked my path by putting his left hand on the wall, his arm trapping me there. "You can't get me hard then just leave like that!" he said.
"I need to get back to my date..."
"Too bad! I want you, and when I want something-" he grabbed both my arms and held me tight with his huge, strong hands, squeezing me so tightly it hurt, like one would do to a woman in a fight. "I TAKE IT!" He forced my face to his and kissed me. At first I resisted, but I couldn't turn a way and soon I instinctively opened my mouth letting his big, wet tongue inside me where he explored my entire mouth and throat. Then he was outside my mouth, licking and kissing my cheeks, my neck, to my ears which he tickled with his tongue and blew into. The feeling was indescribably wonderful.
Meanwhile I felt his right hand move behind me, caressing my entire exposed, bare back, down to my ass. There he lifted my dress up, which didn't have to go too far because of how short it was, and I felt his hand squeeze my exposed bare buttcheeks thanks to my thong, then he put a finger into my boypussy. Then another. One, two, three fingers in me...until I felt his entire hand penetrate my tight little hole, puncturing my sphincter and hurting for a few seconds. But then his entire hand was inside me, giving me that "full" feeling and hitting my p-spot and all the right nerve endings, and, as so many know here, when that happens it's like flipping on a switch or hitting a button and it makes your cock jump and get erect in seconds, it can even give you an orgasm. And that is what happened to me: my cock got hard quick and I felt some cum squirt out, making my panties sticky. I moaned, and when the guy heard that and felt my now hard cock, he chuckled, asking, "You like that, don't you?"
I couldn't answer verbally, but he knew by the joyful sounds I was making it was a "yes." He started fucking my ass with his fist, in and out, in and out, rhythmically. I must have cum hundreds of times, all the while he was laughing at me.
He moved his mouth down my neck to my chest where he moved part of my dress out of the way and started sucking on my right nipple. He was sucking very aggressively, it hurts, as if he thought I was a real woman and could give him some milk. Meanwhile his left hand had lifted up my right leg, and I could feel his huge, hard dick poke against my crotch, he was pinning me against the wall with his body and cock, pushing his cock into me as if he thought I had a pussy in the front for him to penetrate.
Just then my phone rang and vibrated. It was my date, "John Smith." "U ok?" it said. With all this going on I had lost track of how long I was in the bathroom. "Yes. stuck on the toilet," I lied back. "Ok. Just checking." "John" texted.
"That was my date," I explained to the guy holding me there. "I should go, he might come in to check on me."
"That's okay," the guy answered, "he can join us."
"I really must go," i insisted and tried to push him away, but that is like a mouse fighting back against a grizzly bear.
"Okay," he relented. "But before you go, there is one more thing YOU HAVE TO DO."
The way he said "you have to do" made me know it wasn't really a request. I looked down and could see he had unzipped and unbuttoned his pants and his cock was already out, it was 10 inches long, very thick, hard as a rock, with a well-defined mushroom head. "Suck it," he aid.
"What?"
"Suck it, bitch!" he forced me to my knees and slammed his dick into my face.
"We don't have much time," I pleaded.
"That's okay, this won't take long, I'm about to cum already."
And he was right: I could see cum already leaking from his pee-hole and as soon as I put my lips around it, his penis swelled, vibrated and blew his semen, his DNA onto my mouth. I tried to pull away to spit it out, but he was holding my head there, forcing me to keep his cock in my throat, making me choke. "Swallow it, bitch!" he yelled. "take it all!" I had no choice. "Good girl! Now lick it clean." I did. He let go of my head. "Now you may go."
I stood up but before I left I took some mouthwash I had with me and rinsed out my mouth and popped a breath mint, I also sprayed cologne on and fixed my dress. As I was almost out the door, the guy said to me with a smile, "I can't wait until next time." It's like he expects me to come back to this club, maybe even regularly,. And I was wondering what he would do if i didn't? Hunt me down?
I walked out in my sleeveless purple mini-dress with the floral design, my shoulders, chest except for my nipples exposed, my back and my entire legs all the way up to my hips and bikini line showing, my buttcheeks and panties getting a bit exposed with each step. My date, "John Smith" couldn't keep his mouth closed as it dropped to the floor in awe when he saw me.
"You alright?" he finally asked.
"Yes, must have been something I ate," I answered, not realizing at the time the inside pun I just made.
"Okay." I sat across from him at the table.
"Wow," he complimented me. "You look hot in that dress. Just put one some make up, maybe a wig, and you look sexier than any of these pro showgirls,."
"Thank you," i blushed, not believing that I was given that compliment a second time already.
"But why are you way over there?" he asked. "Come here, sit closer to me."
I took my chair around the table and settled right next t him, so close our chairs were touching. "To us," he toasted with a wine glass and I toasted back. We ate our dinner, watched the drag queen show, and talked for a while. Throughout the night, "John" would massage and squeeze my legs and knees, massaging my inner thigh. Remember: everything is exposed until you get to my very tight thong panties.
He was also kissing me, licking my neck, and nibbling on my ears. "I'm out," he whispered to me.
"What?"
"Under the table," he explained. "I'm out." He grabbed my hands and guided them to his crotch. "Here.." His dick was indeed out, exposed, and he put my hand on it. It was like holding a gun, here was a hard, long cylinder that could shoot some wet, sticky ammunition. "Stroke it," "John" suggested. I did, giving him a hand job there. Meanwhile he was still nibbling on and licking my ears, his hand slowly moving up my inner thigh all the way to eventually my panties where he felt all that now dry but sticky cum. "I see somebody was already excited," he said, then pulled on my cock. "Fuck this, want to go back to my place?"
Though I just met this guy and was just getting to know him, I was so horny and so hot, so into it, that i said yes. So we left the club, the drag queen show early. I didn't mind walking through the dimly-lit parking garage in drag, not too many people saw me. We got into his car, drove to his apartment that was close by here in gay-famous Hillcrest, entered it and.....
To be continued??...
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