Why I Crossdress!

Oh thank god! I hadn't heard from from him in three days and was beginning to think I'd blindsided and lost him altogether. When the phone rang, I lowered my voice to a whisper, "Patrick?...I'm home...yeah, I'd like to see you too!" More than you know.

We simultaneously decided that mixing a quick drink was the single greatest idea either of us had conceived over the last seventy-two hours and Patrick obediently followed me into the kitchen. I knew his eyes were on my ass, and as I led the way I felt my dick stir within the tight little black thong I'd chosen.

He'd called an hour ago, no longer sounding as cocksure as I'd known him to be over the last six months.

After stumbling through his request I reassured him that- yes, coming over was great idea, and although I didn't own the rather cliche outfit he meekly requested, he'd be anything but disappointed.

I began seriously crossdressing at eighteen, and now, after six years of heels, hose, pumps, posing and prancing, practicing; makeup, mascara, everything smooth, small, tight, satin, sexy and lace- and many things in my ass- the only thing that betrays me is my taught little nutsack and my perfectly proportioned dick.

And that cute cock now had completely breached the upper elastic string supporting the smallest triangle front thong I own. Silver text on the front declared "You Wish!" while the rear left little to the imagination. I made a point of incorporating my most femme swish as I led and swung around to meet his face with a smile.

I met Pat six months ago at the dealership. His history and physical attributes are anything but unique...college jock, drops out for a combination of drug use and the need to support two children, from two different coeds. He's totally straight and probably has a laundry list of other issues. But he's at least ten years older than me...and I've been increasingly drawn to his masculinity.

When we met, he was selling twenty cars a month and grossing one hundred and twenty thousand a year. The reality however was quite a different scene for Patrick. He'd been garnished for more than seventy percent of that income over the last few years, was fucking a quickly aging and married blonde finance manager and had reached a dead-end with the only two cute receptionist the dealership had to offer. His part-time gig, cocaine, was both his financial salvation and the underlying ploy I'd used to get him over to my apartment on numerous occasions.

Now he was back again and It was impossible to hide the excitement I felt! My hard cock was literally like a spear pushing underneath the faux fur lower portion of the satin, torso-length nightie I chose to satisfy his request...and the sensation was great! We toasted, with my brown eyes and long eyelashes locked on his features and face; emptying the contents of both tumblers at once. This was it! I smiled and made my move.

I'd been increasingly obsessed with my conquest to sway Patrick over the last three weeks. He's no Adonis, nor a gym rat or body-builder. What he is, is a great looking, rugged, thirty-four year old, sandy-blonde ex-college quarterback standing at least six-foot-three. And up until recently I only suspected, or fantasized, that he possessed a huge, gorgeous, cut cock and a large groomed nutsack...full of what I needed- hot cum and a libido I could prey upon to satisfy both of us. In the end neither of us would end up disappointed.

I couldn't set the glass on the countertop quick enough and it tumbled over as I grabbed the short mane on the back of his head and locked my pink lips over his. I immediately felt the heat as I fumbled for a second with his zipper and struggled to expose the largest, hottest cut cock I've ever physically held! "Patrick, baby, you're fucking amazing!" I whispered as my tongue darted in and around his ear. My heart was beating wildly, and as I brought his huge cock to mine, I found my nails unable to reach my palm as I attempted to close my grip around both of us, stroking us both at the same time, fascinated with the warmth and sheer size of his package.

Obviously not the only one excited, he moaned while I purred as our tongues met and aggressively explored each others mouths.

This isn't the first time I've seduced a straight friend or acquaintance into spontaneous sex. I like cock, I like cock in my face and I love cock in my hot little ass. Gay sex is a huge turn on, especially if I'm dressed and appreciated! My brown eyes, naturally long lashes and metrosexual tendencies certainly do nothing but contribute to my overall success.

Living my day-to-day life as program specialist for a sales management software company, I sport a highlighted boy-band haircut, regularly enjoy a spray tan in the nude and I shave every inch of my supple body. My ears are pierced, my nipples are pierced and I wear boy cut lace under my dress slacks more so than not.

But I proceeded cautiously with Patrick over the last few weeks, it wasn't really a setup but more a subtle coercion to explore until I was able to break through his straight walls ...he had no idea he was slowly being seduced and manipulated. If I told him now it probably wouldn't even register, we were in the moment and the situation was very fluid.

This could have happened four days ago, but I think unveiling the transformation at that time caught him off guard. Tonights mirage, however, was at his request! I didn't have a lot of time to get ready after his call, but my horny jock seems more than happy with the results.

I showered and shaved quickly and everywhere. My tiny tight peach of a nutsack was as smooth as silk, as were my legs and face! I moisturized my entire body with a baby-oil based glittery lotion, slipping an oil saturated finger in my ass more than once during the process. I was in heat and was incredibly turned-on anticipating the possibilities.

My ex-quarterback wanted a "french maid", so I did the most with what I had; first was an incredibly tight waist cinch which provides me the sexyest walk ever and the ability to bend at my waist like a young gymnast. Strappy open toed four-inch heels were next, the "You Wish!" super tight thong, silicone c-cups filled a strapless lace bra under a black satin, lace and faux fur teddy. I completed my face in record time, blew myself a kiss and chose my shoulder length punky brunette hair.

Reading my mind, he kicked off his sandals and stepped out of his shorts as quickly as I unbuttoned them. I had his cock weaved through the lower string of my thong between my thighs and was slowly rocking my hips back and forth. I broke the kiss just long enough to remove his shirt before my tongue was back in his mouth and my hands all over his chest and shoulders. I wrapped what I could of my hand around his dick and pulled him into the living room and onto the couch.

I lit two candles as seductively as anyone could and slid my throng down my legs and over my heels, turned away from him and straddled his chest. His tongue found my sweet spot and was in my asshole as butterflies shot through my core; I squeezed, kneaded and pulled my silicone tits which tugged at my pierced nipples underneath, and purred encouragement as Patrick was french-kissing my hot little asshole! I pressed my tits against his stomach and wrapped both hands around his cock; his head as big as my palm. My lips wrapped around that beautiful head and I sucked, swirled my tongue, drooled and pumped as his lips were locked on my hole just as enthusiastically!

For a guy who insisted twice over the last few weeks that he wasn't gay, he didn't seem to mind my tight nuts grinding into his chin while he ate my ass...or my rock hard dick on his chest! "I'm so fucking horny for you Patrick...you have no idea baby!" I softly admitted as I lowered my left heel to the floor, pushing away from his tool with my palms against his chest and making a point to slowly drag my peach and dick across his face and forehead, which he surprisingly met with a kiss.

Upside down I brought my mouth to his again, sucked his tongue, licked his lips and attempted to stand up. He grabbed my thighs though and pulled my ass to face. I ground my hole on his tongue and quivered..."No Patrick, I fucking need you inside me now...you fucking tease!"

Leaning back into the opposite side of the couch, I crossed my ankles, tugged my dick slowly a couple times and brought my legs straight up. I sucked my own finger for a second and circled my asshole with it. Patrick was on me before I could completely mouth "Buttfuck me baby!"

He held both of my ankles in the air with a single hand and slid the other underneath my tailbone pulling my butt toward him. I guided his head in with a circular motion and he gently took over...I breathed very slow and relaxed, reaching down with my two fingers spreading my hole. He was in six inches, pulling out two and then feeding me another slow six. When his giant nuts finally rested against the crack of my ass I was slipping into a transcendent state; his ten or eleven inches and seven inch diameter was firing neurons I never knew existed . His outstroke was so slow and gentle, tugging at the sensitive skin surrounding my asshole, that I actually purred "I love you...you fucker...oh my god, you fucker...I love you." He replied in groans, synchronized with slow, full, circular strokes. I was a helpless toy and melted into the moment.

In the past my go-to move would have been to bring my knees to my shoulders and jackoff as one of my married clubfucks screwed me in a backseat...but Patrick had turned from potential prey into something I'd never experienced before. My sex-babble wasn't part of my illusion this time...and I'm not one to mix sex with the word "love"...yet the passion I was experiencing twisted and pulled at my heart...and I was out of my tiny mind.

Sweat was dripping from Patricks head and chest all over the back of my thighs. I'd released the three hooks on the front of my bra, tossed my silicone somewhere and was tugging at the small hoops piercing my nipples. I was trying to purr words of encouragement but was no longer making sense as he outstroked and did whatever that slow circular plunge was. I'd rock my butt each time his balls finally reached my crack, he'd rotate, slowly pull outward and do it again. My nipples were a half inch long, hard as fuck and turning from pink to red.

He never let go of my ankles but I managed push my dick to the rear of my thighs so that his torso would make contact with me on each of those sweet grinding downstrokes.

My mind was trying to stay afloat in a sea of dopamine and my prostate was beginning to clamp around his head with every slow stroke. He sensed it and pushed back with a passionate groan as I again attempted to declare my love for him with an inaudible word-jumble of ecstasy.

That last declaration was interrupted as I unexpectedly felt the butterflies bursting out of me spontaneously...my prostate spasmed and his last couple of strokes forced three hot ropes of cum straight out of my cock and onto my heels, calves and thighs...and almost immediately, I was granted my second wish as his sweaty grinding slaps turned into a very hot sloshy mess. He groaned and his explosion seemed to last for minutes as his nuts were smashed between us delivering their load huge, hot load.

And then it happened...

...not only had a I experienced my first, incredibly hot anal orgasm, but immediately after the last wave, a hot stream of piss showered my calves and ran down my thighs. I swung my leg over and turned my butt sideways with my quarterback still deep inside me; I had no control, was completely embarrassed and was losing consciousness. "Baby...I'm so sorry!"...but all I remember was a smile and a very sweet smooch on the lips.