Well I had been chatting to a guy who said he was into crossdressers and the chat was horny and I thought I must go and see if he is the real thing. I was living away from the Leeds area and was back for a bit of family business and so a meeting was arranged.
He lived in Morley near Leeds and lived alone. He had shown me some pics that a cockold husband had taken of him whilst banging his wife. She looked well pleased as she sucked his cock and was taken doggy fashion. I told him I would like the same and be covered in spunk at the end. No problem he told me.
I called round on the day and he opened the door and we said hello. He was mid thirties, was balding and had stubble on his chin. He looked kinda dangerous and horny. Which made me horny.
I asked where I could get changed and he said upstairs. I went up the stairs with my stuff. Lingerie, suspender belt and tight little black dress. Nice short dress. Shows off my good legs. Blonde wig, short bob. Lady Di style. I used a bit of lipstick but nothing else. I told him already I wasn’t convincing as such but could act very shy and girly.
I came downstairs and he was sat on the couch drinking a beer out of a bottle. I did the girly hip sway walk to him and took the bottle and had a sip. I put the bottle down and said lets dance. This was so I could get in close and put my head on hid shoulder and whisper dirty things. At the same time grinding into him in the crotch area, he was only wearing shorts and a t shirt so I could feel him getting hard and I let me hand slip down to rub him through his shorts. He became very hard and started to breathe heavily. I went into the old landlord/tennant scenario. I cant pay you this week there must be something we can do. He was getting the idea and pushed me down to my knees so my face was rubbing his shorts.
What do you want me to do I said meekly. He lowered his shorts and there behind his jockstrap was his big cock. Please no, I’m a virgin and I’m saving myself until I’m married. Not unless you want thrown out on the streets today he said, By this time I had it in my hand and it felt hard as a rock. I was rubbing the eye under my chin, teasing it and making him squirm. I was sat on the couch with him between my open legs and he put his hand under my dress to fondle me. I was over excited and blasted a load into my thong. He wasn’t too pleased but I was so horny. I had to take my knickers off and clean myself up. I then started to blow him and was getting re aroused myself.
At this point he turned me over and hitched up my dress over my hips and got the ky jelly out. I knew what was coming next and he rode me hard. He told me it was 8 inches and it sure felt like it. He was banging away like a freight train. I came a second time as my prostate had been well rammed and massaged. All over his couch. He pulled out and pulled the johnny off and told me to lie back and open the mouth. This was what I was wanting and he did not disappoint. He didn’t do the cock back in the mouth routine and that was a bit of a let down although I Was drenched in spunk. And he went and sat down and drank his beer and turned on the football.
I couldn’t get the dress off as the zipper stuck I had to totter downstairs and ask him to unzip me.
I wish we could have done it again but alas no. Funny thing is, it is very very exciting to do this for both parties. Once the deed is done everybody is a little bit sheepish. Me covered in his spunk and him feeling a little bit of contempt once it is over. It is humiliating getting dressed as a so called man and departing when he has banged your arse and spunked yer. Well until the next time.
Luv
Dee