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Bait and switch II
Cindyusa
Cindyusa58@yahoo.com
This a short story that was about what I told a stranger from an online adult chat room, it could influence your real life.
We think we can sit in the privacy of our home chatting with strangers
about our personal lives and think we are safe.
I was a little naive about the dangers of chatting and posting with
strangers about my actual sexual fantasies. I would go online and just for kicks go to
cross-dressing chat rooms to engage others on the subject. I told strangers, I enjoyed cross-dressing in
the privacy of my home. I mentioned I
was a closet cross-dresser; admitting I liked dressing as a woman. Like most married cross-dressers, I was a
heterosexual with sexual fantasies of men forcing me to give men oral sex. I would tell men I met in the chat rooms that
I would like to be the center of attention of a gang-bang.
My chatting with men online was all harmless
fun. Some of the men I chatted with
online were admirers[and they tried talk me to meeting them. I would cybersex online telling them how I
like to give oral sex and that I was a virgin bottom waiting for a man to take
my cherry.
One night I was chatting with an admirer. We chatted about cross-dressing and about
other topics. I had an interest in
stereo sound systems and mentioned in one of my conservation I was in the
market for a Cary
SLP-98P tube pre-amplifier. The stranger did not know much about stereo
equipment and changed the subject for lack of interest. The stranger changed the conservation from
talking about stereo equipment to talking about my cross-dressing fantasies.
A few days later, Craigslist
there was a posting to sell a used Cary SLP-98P tube per-amplifier like the one I wanted to buy.
I sent an email reply asking for more information about this per-amplifier. The person who placed the advertisement
responded saying his name was Bob. Bob
responded telling me the price and giving me his address. We made an appointment to meet the next night,
which was Saturday. When I arrived at
his address, there were four cars parked in the driveway causing me to park in
the street. Bob met me at the door
showing me to the den where there were three other men watching college
football. One man asked if I wanted to
join them for a beer.
At that moment, the phone rang and Bob excused
himself to answer the call. I did not
want to be unfriendly in front of the strangers and accepted a free beer. We watched the action on a 52” big flat screen
TV. At a commercial break, one of the
men switch the ball game to heterosexual porn movie. The men watched the porn movie until the PIP
showed the game was back in action. They
watched the game until the next commercial when the porn was again showing]. The men watched the porn saying they liked that
girl’s tits, that woman’s pussy, or how
they would like to lay that slut. The conservation
seemed harmless.
I waited for Bob to finish his phone call before
I could ask him about the per-amplifier. I
half-finished with the first beer when one of other men gave me another. We sat watching the porn with each man
commenting about how his wife did not suck cock often. One man said his wife would suck but not
swallow. One man admitted he loved anal
sex, but the wife would never let him try anal.
I did notice the more the men talked about the porn, they all had budges. I noticed one of the men rubbing his cock discreetly. I thought if I were alone, I would give him
oral. I would love to drop my knees and
give them service. Not knowing these men,
I would be embarrassed being watched giving oral.
I waited for Bob to finish his phone call. After three beers, I was feeling a buzz. The porn switched to transvestite porn. Everyone hooted at the man dressed in woman
clothes and said they always wanted to see someone dressed. They called the cross-dresser on the screen a
fag, queer, and a gay cocksucker. The
men made statements similar to when the woman were on the screen. The first man commented, “I like to bend her
over a chair.” Another man said, “Look
at the size of her breasts, hum more than a mouthful.” Another man chimed in
saying, “Wow can she suck a cock or what.”
I realized I was in a room with four horny men who were aroused at the
sight of a cross-dresser. I wished that
I had my CD clothing and had set up this party but I did not.
Part of me wanted to buy the Cary SLP-98P tube per-amplifier and leave. Part of me
enjoyed watching Tranny porn and listening to these men tell me what they
wanted to do with a Tranny. Bob returned
to the room and asked me to step into the living room where I presume we were
going to discuss the per-amplifier. I had
several beers and was a little tipsy. Entering
the living room, I noticed placed on the couch a selection of woman
clothing. I saw short dresses, low cut tops,
black stocking, red panties, matching red corset, everything one would need to
play dress up. I
noticed makeup placed on the end table. It
seemed strange to see woman clothing laid out on the couch. About this time, I realized, Bob knew I was a
cross-dresser. I realized Bob must have
been one of the men I had chatted with online, knew I liked to cross-dress, and
knew my fantasies. He told me I had two
choices. I could leave or make one fantasy come
true.
He told me to dress like a good girl then meet
him back in the den. He said some of the
clothes were his wife’s and the other men had brought the others; wanting to
see me model that clothing. I staggered
into the living room thinking about making a run for the door. The sight of women’s clothing outfits draped
on the couch distracted my eyes. The
front door was no longer my desire. I
wanted to try on the outfits. I wanted
to feel the silky underwear next to my skin.
I wanted to look like a woman. I fantasized
dressing and pretending to be a woman for men.
I asked myself was ready to be a slut for a
group of strangers. After drinking a few
beers with them, watching porn, they were just horny married men who wanted a
little fun and excitement. Under the influence,
I thought about my choice of action. Dressing
up for four men who were clearly hot and horny for a cross-dresser or should I leave. On the other hand, I could drive home drunk
and risk a DUI. It did not take long to
decide. I really wanted to stay and suck
my first cock. I might never have his
chance again. Clearly, Bob and his
friends planned this little meeting, and it was not a spontaneous meeting.
I started too undressed, putting on the
stockings, panties, corset, short skirt, blouse, wig and makeup. The stockings were black thigh high and one size
fits all. There were red four-inch heels
in size twelve, which fit me just fine, I wondered how Bob knew. The corset had black with red bows; the short
skirt was blue denim and a dark color blouse with ruffles down the front. On the coffee table, I found a blond
wig. I dressed, looked in the mirror and
smiled. It took me another 30 minutes to
put on my foundation, eyed liner, lipstick, and mascara. I looked into the mirror knowing in fifteen
minutes, my makeup would be a mess. The
men would care less what I looked like as long as I was sucking them and they
were fucking me.
I walked into the den where the men had dropped
their pants and they were just wearing shirts.
I saw one man sitting on the couch jacking his cock. I looked sexy in the stockings with the
suspenders showing. The skirt was short that just covered my bottom. The blouse was button down the front that I
had half button revealing the corset. I had a shoulder length blond wig and full
makeup consisting of blue eye shadow and ruby red lipstick. When I entered the room, I walked slowly
swaying my hips from one side to the other.
The heels made it difficult to walk made my legs look long and put rear
high giving me the image of being a woman.
When I walked into the room the men stopped and stared, no one said a
word. I worried they would laugh at me
and just say I was a man in a dress. The
men could be angry, my tits were not real or I had never done this before. I was just about to turn around and run out
of the room when one man whistled his approval.
The other men hooted, clapped, and made me feel welcome.
The four men were well behaved; each waited
their turn to have fun with me. I wanted
the men to have a chance with me at least once; or twice if they liked me. The evening highlight was two men fucking
double penetration both came at the same time.
By the end of the game, I was messy with cum on my face, breasts, and
clitty. Bob asked me if I was mad, being
invited over to dress. I said no, I was
surprised at first, but being as a slut and to provide a needed service was
rewarding! I asked if I could return for
the Super Bowl. Bob responded yes; told
there might be twice as many men attending.
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WARNING: This story contains unsafe sex. Currently, it is just plain stupid to perform unsafe sexual acts. This story is for entertainment, not to be imitated, be smart, and take care
of your body, you are only issued on per lifetime!
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