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The Man and the Sissy Closet
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The Man and the Sissy Closet I used to be really into crossdressing. Not to say I don’t love it anymore, it’s just that I don’t have the clothes anymore, and have been with men not wanting to fuck me in panties recently. But for a while, I had a regular thing with this man that helped me explore my feminine side… I met him online during the old craigslist days. We exchanged emails for a bit, until we got comfortable with each other and he gave me his . I took public transit to his place, so I didn’t show up dressed up in women’s clothes. But I did wear a nude, lacy thong my jeans. I could feel the lacy band ride up above my jeans times, but I didn’t care. It turned me on so much… He had a nice, small house. Probably the better places I’ve been in with hook-ups. We talked for a bit, since I’m always nervous on the first meeting. We even had a shot of tequila to loosen me up a bit more. We sat on the couch, and he rubbed my thigh slowly. I copied him, and then leaned in to kiss him. We made , tongues tied, each of us moving our hands up and down, slowly moving to each others crotch. We were both rock hard. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I pulled them off of him eagerly. He didn’t wear any underwear, so his penis up from his pants, already throbbing for . I lightly touched his cock, feeling it’s warmed. It pulsed my touch. Moving my fingers to the head, I felt the<b> wetness </font></b>of his precum coating the tip of my fingers. I moved down to kiss it sensually, making sure to if he’s enjoying himself. He moaned for to suck his cock, and I gladly complied. I sucked him off slowly, twisting my tongue around him as I guide him deeper and deeper. I pushed him down my throat until I choked, letting him when I was gagging too hard, then deepthroating him again. Choke, gag, breathe, repeat. I got too carried away enjoying his dick that I forgot to show him my thong. I took off my pants to expose my thong. “Oh, my good little !” he said. He slapped my ass hard, grabbing it right after. “I got something to show you, .” We moved to the bedroom, and he showed his closet. My mouth dropped when I saw it was a closet full of women’s clothes. There were dresses, lingerie, nighties, anything you can imagine. He told me to pick anything I wanted to wear. It was a feminine wonderland! I chose a tight, short striped dress. I slid it on, and looked myself in the mirror. The guy came up behind me, and started slowly grinding on me as I admired myself in the mirror. “You so sexy, ! How about I put some make-up on you.” We moved to the bathroom, where he put on my make-up. He didn’t do much, just some eyeshadow and lipstick. But I’ve never worn make-up before, so seeing myself completely dressed up was amazing. I was so horny. “Give me your cock, .” We kissed as we moved back to the bed. He was completely naked, and I was in my tight dress. I sucked him off more to get him harder. He moved down to suck off, and we stayed in a 69 position for a while. He rimmed me, preparing my ass for his penis. I felt his tongue enter me, and I shivered in pleasure. I never been rimmed until that moment. He properly lubed me up, as well as himself, and put me on my knees to fuck me. I felt the head of his penis stretch my ass open, and I moaned for him. I moaned for his cock. He slapped my ass as he shoved himself inside me. He slowly fucked me, grabbing my ass from time to time. “You’re such a good little ! You’re so tight for , .” “Oooooh I love your cock so much.” “Mmmm ,” he slaps my ass again and starts thrusting faster. “You’re my good sissy , aren’t you, ?” “Yes !” “Tell you’re my sissy slut !” “I’m your sissy slut! I’m your fucking little ! Please fuck harder…” “Mmmm good ….” We fucked nice and rough all . I came twice, hands free because of his cock. He came into my mouth, because I begged to have his in my mouth. We laid there afterwards, his and my load all over myself, both of us sweating. We cuddled for a bit, until I had to leave to find my way home. I got rid of most of the make-up on my , but you might be able to tell I was wearing something. I felt dirty riding the public transits back home after that of being fucked. But fuck, did I love it! |
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