I am such a slut......3

I woke up the next morning with a soft smile on my face and my little asspussy feeling a bit tender. Was it a dream? Did it really happen? Did a man, a man who I did not know and had not even seen, fuck my ass and cum in my ass? The tenderness of my ass and the marks told me so. How wonderful. How delicious. It had not satisfied me, only released a hunger within me for more. More cock. More cum. Sucking and tasting a man. Licking a man. Maybe kissing a man. Maybe a long soft warm tender kiss. I arose from bed and showered, cleaning myself and shaving my genital area. As I stared at myself in the mirror I realized that it was time for something more. The hair on my chest and legs had to go. It would not do if I was to be a true slut. I true sissy. If I was going to be the womanwhore that I desired to be. So I slowly and methodically shaved the hair from my body. Close. I was getting close. But not completely happy with the results. I applied lotion. A scented lotion of Lilac, to my body giving it a nice fragrance. And just a hint, one spray, of perfume. Obsession. I pulled on a lavendar pair of panties, trimmed in lace, and a matching camisole. I felt so feminine. Taking some fairy dust to settle me, I headed out knowing exactly where and why. I drove into and through town to an Adult Movie Theatre. I had been there before, but never like this. Never this feminine and never this hungry. A loose shirt covered my camisole. Shorts and tennis shoes without socks completed my clothing. A little more fairy dust to get me ready, poppers in my pocket, I headed into the theatre, paying the admission to a man who didnt even look up at my face, and walked in, momentarily blinded by the darkness, but intoxicated by the smell. I couldnt wait to begin my afternoon. How many men? What experiences will I have? I am such a slut.

I headed down an aisle about ten rows and took a seat three seats in awaiting my eyes to adjust to the darkness. It didnt take long for someone to sit down on the seat on the aisle. A younger man. Late 20's. We traded glances at each other. Our hands both moved across the empty seat between us, they touched, and he got up and moved over to that seat, now sitting next to me. His hand slid to the inside of my thigh. His touch electrified me. He leaned over and kissed me. My first time kissing a man. It was not what I had expected. It was tender and I had to give over to him being the man in the kissing. Following his lead. I responded to his kiss, our tongues touching, our lips meeting. Nibbling. As he kissed my neck I felt his hand on my cock, My hand slid inside his shirt and I rolled his nipple between my fingers. As he continued to kiss me he whispered in my ear how nice my scent was. My boy clit was quite hard and excited and i took my hand down to his crotch and undid his belt buckle. "No," he whispered in my ear. "Not here. Let's go into the back room where we have more room and it is more private." I repllied okay, and as he got up I followed him not knowing what might be instore for me but so excited and so anxious. I am such a slut.