The Married Men of Summer (Just a bit)
The Married Men of Summer (Just a bit)
Sabrina
A short, slightly autobiographical story about me, a crossdresser, and my friend, oh, and a couple of married men... The whole thing is on Literotica if you like...
***
It was a quiet, warm Friday night and I was so nervous, Big Al was making me wear jeans. Jeans!
"Come on, you look great in jeans." She said and then slapped my ass.
Very tight jeans, very blue. Underneath she made me wear panties, Sheer Energy pantyhose, and these weird-looking foam things to make my butt and hips look bigger, and they did. My ass was now nice and round. I had on her strapless bra, filled with these D-cup mastectomy pads. Al got them from her friend who worked in a store that sold scrubs and nurse's uniforms. They looked and felt like real breasts, but they weren't as nice as Alyssa's. I had on a long-sleeved billowy white top, sleeves went down to my palms. The top showed off my shoulders, the bottom showed off my belly. Al said those were my most feminine features. I then slipped on a pair of five-inch open-toed black pumps, showing off my red nails and reinforced toes.
She was rushing me as I curled my hair, it went just past my shoulders. I put on big clip-on hoop earrings and then sprayed on some Avon perfume. Al then painted my nails, they were long, press-ons, and were held on with super glue. I had no problem at all with them, I didn't know how I was going to take them off.
Alyssa was all in white. White jeans, white top, and white heels, she looked like an angel. She had her long nails painted coral, she was too lazy to paint them white. We then took pictures, lots of them, I had a Kodak Instamatic, it used 126-type Pak film. It took over two weeks to develop. I couldn't wait to get back the prints, I was starting a scrapbook. It was mostly of my legs and Big Al's breasts.
"Come on, pocketbooks, let's go." And we went out the front door, the new female in this apartment was settling in for the summer. She kept her head down, the hair in her face, she was now making sure she had everything she needed in her bag.
Allyssa had it all planned out. We were going to a social club, it was run by a huge Italian man named Julie. It was right around the corner from the house. Julie saw us and beckoned us in, we followed. We went through the front room, set up like an office, couple of chairs, desks, bunch of phones. Next, we went through some kind of make-shift warehouse, full of boxes, hand trucks, and shelves and shelves of liquor bottles and cases of Italian wine. We ended up in a room full of tables and chairs, with three televisions on the walls. There was a full bar in the back and a man with a hat playing solitaire behind it.
"Julie, what's this?"
"This is your present, well only one is your present the other is a gift to myself."
He smiled at us, it made me nervous. He gazed from my heels and then back up to my eyes, he took a long pause at my breasts. Julie helped us both onto the bar, he lifted us around the waist. We sat, we crossed our legs, and Julie admired our footwear.
They then gave us little shot glasses filled with a toxic green liquid. "Always start with Kamikazes." He held up his drink, we did the same and shot it back.
Sour, lots of lime, I liked it a lot. "Mmm, I love this," I said in my sweet *********** voice.
"Ah, this one's mine." And the man took my empty glass and gave me another one.
Julie helped Big Al off the bar and they backtracked into the warehouse. She winked before the door closed and she was gone, leaving me alone with the tall older man. He took off his hat.
"Cheers." And we clinked glasses. We drank, he watched me, he had a smile on his face. "I'm Sal, Sally Moon, heh, welcome to the club."
I was nervous, I needed another drink. "I'm, um, Donna, I'm from the neighborhood."
"Of course you are." He then uncrossed and opened my legs, he moved between them. He rubbed my thighs, enjoying the jeans. Soon his belly was pressing against my flat crotch. He put his face into my breasts. I felt him separate them with his nose, he started kissing them, my top was starting to get lower, the top of my bra was showing and I tried to fix it, but he took my hand. He looked at my long nails and he kissed my fingers, he then put my middle finger into his mouth. His other hand continued to rub my thighs.
"Can I have one more, please?" I held up the little glass, I was nervous, he was feeling up the lower half of my body a little too thoroughly, he was making me excited.
"Ha, sure sugar." He went behind the bar, he made two more drinks and handed me one, I turned my head sideways and smiled at him, he was quite good-looking, probably in his forties. He had big arms, and wide shoulders, he was all man. He was the complete opposite of me. I just hoped he didn't investigate my breasts any further. He was a little higher behind the bar and he started to investigate my breasts.
"Mmm," He moaned into my back, on my neck, he started to kiss my hair as his fingers searched for my non-existent nipples. I downed the next shot and then tried to spin around, my long legs on the bar, knocking over a napkin holder, a glass of stirrers, and even his shot glass with my heels. He laughed as I ended up in front of him.
"I'm sorry, I'm so clumsy."
He put his face right in front of me, he looked into my eyes. "You might be clumsy, but you are too pretty for me to notice anything else." He laughed and then he kissed me, I think he tasted like lime. Of course, he cupped my breasts. I was nervous that they were so popular tonight.
"Mmm," I hummed, I put my hands around his neck as I pulled him into me. He had his tongue in my mouth as I started to play with his short hair. I felt my breasts now rubbing against his chest, his hands finally on my back. Every time I thought he was going to remove my bra I readjusted and kissed a different part of his body, his cheek, his chin, his shoulder. I teased him with my hair on his face.
I was enjoying myself making out with a man. I have always loved doing this, once I am wearing mascara, long nails, all I think about is men, pleasing them, hopefully playing with their cocks.
I whispered into his ear, "Maybe we could trade positions." I giggled, I wanted him to think I was cute, think I was a sexually active woman.
He smiled, and he kissed me again. "Sure." He helped me off of the bar. He first grabbed my ass as I stood next to him, he let me rub against him. I put my arms around his neck and we kissed again. I was starting to get hard, I was getting into it, getting over-excited. I was tucked tight in little panties, a pair of pantyhose, and tight jeans, Big Al knew what she was doing when she dressed me.
He then hopped up on the bar and I moved between his legs. I rubbed my breasts onto his thighs, I pushed my face into his crotch. He was hard, his cock was making its way down his pants leg. I opened his zipper as he moved up just a little, just enough to pull down his jeans. I played with him through the cotton of his white briefs. I watched his face, his smile as I rubbed his cock, teased him, then maneuvered his dick through the pee hole. He was so hard, I was making him excited, I felt I was going to cum so I attacked his cock. I slid him into my mouth causing pressure with my red lips. His cock felt so good, I was so excited, I couldn't believe it, I started to cum.
I pulled my lips off his dick, "Oh my god baby," I started to moan, my lower half was thrusting against the shelves of the bar, I held on to his cock. "Your cock is so hard, your making me cum." I heard him laugh as his hands went into my hair, I went back down on his rock-hard dick. I felt my panties get wet. I heard a noise.
"Ay, Sally, um, sorry."
I stopped sucking, I looked behind him, there were two men.
"Hey guys, sit down she's almost done." He said to them, he guided me back onto his manhood. I was now nervous again, all the alcohol had magically worn off. I started sucking, sneaking a peek at the two men at a table behind him. One of them winked at me when I checked to see if they were paying attention. They were.
"You are such a good cock sucker sugar." He was rubbing my cheek he was watching me on his cock. I smiled, I felt my long lashes flutter, I loved him complimenting me.
Soon he put his hands on the top of my head, he was taking control, he was grabbing my hair, he started pushing me on his dick. He was so hard, he was so big, I couldn't take too much inside of me. He started leaning back, he started stretching his legs, he was moaning. I put one hand around his hard cock and the other holding onto his thigh, trying to stay still, hoping for a little support while I balanced on my heels, as he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. He pumped and pumped, I tried not to gag. I was loving it, I was getting excited again. All of a sudden he let go of my hair and I pulled off of his cock with a loud breath, he started to shoot his load, he started to moan even louder. He came on my face, I opened my mouth and he came inside of me. He milked his dick until he was done cumming, directly onto my tongue. I took him back into my mouth and cleaned him off, swallowed every bit I could find.
"That was incredible, baby." He said as I looked back up at him, I slowly let him through my lips the last time. I got to the head and I sucked a little more, he came out of me with a pop and I kissed the head.
"You taste so good," I told him, I smiled at him. I probably looked a mess, my lipstick was now all over his cock.
I stood back and he kissed my cheek, he jumped down and fixed his pants. "Drinks on me fellows, I just got the best birthday blowjob I have ever gotten in my life." He laughed, he kissed my cheek, he made more kamikazes and gave one to me and I brought the other two out to the men. They watched me as I got closer in my high pumps. I let the two of them rub my ass, I felt a little too confident, I totally felt like a girl.
Sabrina
A short, slightly autobiographical story about me, a crossdresser, and my friend, oh, and a couple of married men... The whole thing is on Literotica if you like...
***
It was a quiet, warm Friday night and I was so nervous, Big Al was making me wear jeans. Jeans!
"Come on, you look great in jeans." She said and then slapped my ass.
Very tight jeans, very blue. Underneath she made me wear panties, Sheer Energy pantyhose, and these weird-looking foam things to make my butt and hips look bigger, and they did. My ass was now nice and round. I had on her strapless bra, filled with these D-cup mastectomy pads. Al got them from her friend who worked in a store that sold scrubs and nurse's uniforms. They looked and felt like real breasts, but they weren't as nice as Alyssa's. I had on a long-sleeved billowy white top, sleeves went down to my palms. The top showed off my shoulders, the bottom showed off my belly. Al said those were my most feminine features. I then slipped on a pair of five-inch open-toed black pumps, showing off my red nails and reinforced toes.
She was rushing me as I curled my hair, it went just past my shoulders. I put on big clip-on hoop earrings and then sprayed on some Avon perfume. Al then painted my nails, they were long, press-ons, and were held on with super glue. I had no problem at all with them, I didn't know how I was going to take them off.
Alyssa was all in white. White jeans, white top, and white heels, she looked like an angel. She had her long nails painted coral, she was too lazy to paint them white. We then took pictures, lots of them, I had a Kodak Instamatic, it used 126-type Pak film. It took over two weeks to develop. I couldn't wait to get back the prints, I was starting a scrapbook. It was mostly of my legs and Big Al's breasts.
"Come on, pocketbooks, let's go." And we went out the front door, the new female in this apartment was settling in for the summer. She kept her head down, the hair in her face, she was now making sure she had everything she needed in her bag.
Allyssa had it all planned out. We were going to a social club, it was run by a huge Italian man named Julie. It was right around the corner from the house. Julie saw us and beckoned us in, we followed. We went through the front room, set up like an office, couple of chairs, desks, bunch of phones. Next, we went through some kind of make-shift warehouse, full of boxes, hand trucks, and shelves and shelves of liquor bottles and cases of Italian wine. We ended up in a room full of tables and chairs, with three televisions on the walls. There was a full bar in the back and a man with a hat playing solitaire behind it.
"Julie, what's this?"
"This is your present, well only one is your present the other is a gift to myself."
He smiled at us, it made me nervous. He gazed from my heels and then back up to my eyes, he took a long pause at my breasts. Julie helped us both onto the bar, he lifted us around the waist. We sat, we crossed our legs, and Julie admired our footwear.
They then gave us little shot glasses filled with a toxic green liquid. "Always start with Kamikazes." He held up his drink, we did the same and shot it back.
Sour, lots of lime, I liked it a lot. "Mmm, I love this," I said in my sweet *********** voice.
"Ah, this one's mine." And the man took my empty glass and gave me another one.
Julie helped Big Al off the bar and they backtracked into the warehouse. She winked before the door closed and she was gone, leaving me alone with the tall older man. He took off his hat.
"Cheers." And we clinked glasses. We drank, he watched me, he had a smile on his face. "I'm Sal, Sally Moon, heh, welcome to the club."
I was nervous, I needed another drink. "I'm, um, Donna, I'm from the neighborhood."
"Of course you are." He then uncrossed and opened my legs, he moved between them. He rubbed my thighs, enjoying the jeans. Soon his belly was pressing against my flat crotch. He put his face into my breasts. I felt him separate them with his nose, he started kissing them, my top was starting to get lower, the top of my bra was showing and I tried to fix it, but he took my hand. He looked at my long nails and he kissed my fingers, he then put my middle finger into his mouth. His other hand continued to rub my thighs.
"Can I have one more, please?" I held up the little glass, I was nervous, he was feeling up the lower half of my body a little too thoroughly, he was making me excited.
"Ha, sure sugar." He went behind the bar, he made two more drinks and handed me one, I turned my head sideways and smiled at him, he was quite good-looking, probably in his forties. He had big arms, and wide shoulders, he was all man. He was the complete opposite of me. I just hoped he didn't investigate my breasts any further. He was a little higher behind the bar and he started to investigate my breasts.
"Mmm," He moaned into my back, on my neck, he started to kiss my hair as his fingers searched for my non-existent nipples. I downed the next shot and then tried to spin around, my long legs on the bar, knocking over a napkin holder, a glass of stirrers, and even his shot glass with my heels. He laughed as I ended up in front of him.
"I'm sorry, I'm so clumsy."
He put his face right in front of me, he looked into my eyes. "You might be clumsy, but you are too pretty for me to notice anything else." He laughed and then he kissed me, I think he tasted like lime. Of course, he cupped my breasts. I was nervous that they were so popular tonight.
"Mmm," I hummed, I put my hands around his neck as I pulled him into me. He had his tongue in my mouth as I started to play with his short hair. I felt my breasts now rubbing against his chest, his hands finally on my back. Every time I thought he was going to remove my bra I readjusted and kissed a different part of his body, his cheek, his chin, his shoulder. I teased him with my hair on his face.
I was enjoying myself making out with a man. I have always loved doing this, once I am wearing mascara, long nails, all I think about is men, pleasing them, hopefully playing with their cocks.
I whispered into his ear, "Maybe we could trade positions." I giggled, I wanted him to think I was cute, think I was a sexually active woman.
He smiled, and he kissed me again. "Sure." He helped me off of the bar. He first grabbed my ass as I stood next to him, he let me rub against him. I put my arms around his neck and we kissed again. I was starting to get hard, I was getting into it, getting over-excited. I was tucked tight in little panties, a pair of pantyhose, and tight jeans, Big Al knew what she was doing when she dressed me.
He then hopped up on the bar and I moved between his legs. I rubbed my breasts onto his thighs, I pushed my face into his crotch. He was hard, his cock was making its way down his pants leg. I opened his zipper as he moved up just a little, just enough to pull down his jeans. I played with him through the cotton of his white briefs. I watched his face, his smile as I rubbed his cock, teased him, then maneuvered his dick through the pee hole. He was so hard, I was making him excited, I felt I was going to cum so I attacked his cock. I slid him into my mouth causing pressure with my red lips. His cock felt so good, I was so excited, I couldn't believe it, I started to cum.
I pulled my lips off his dick, "Oh my god baby," I started to moan, my lower half was thrusting against the shelves of the bar, I held on to his cock. "Your cock is so hard, your making me cum." I heard him laugh as his hands went into my hair, I went back down on his rock-hard dick. I felt my panties get wet. I heard a noise.
"Ay, Sally, um, sorry."
I stopped sucking, I looked behind him, there were two men.
"Hey guys, sit down she's almost done." He said to them, he guided me back onto his manhood. I was now nervous again, all the alcohol had magically worn off. I started sucking, sneaking a peek at the two men at a table behind him. One of them winked at me when I checked to see if they were paying attention. They were.
"You are such a good cock sucker sugar." He was rubbing my cheek he was watching me on his cock. I smiled, I felt my long lashes flutter, I loved him complimenting me.
Soon he put his hands on the top of my head, he was taking control, he was grabbing my hair, he started pushing me on his dick. He was so hard, he was so big, I couldn't take too much inside of me. He started leaning back, he started stretching his legs, he was moaning. I put one hand around his hard cock and the other holding onto his thigh, trying to stay still, hoping for a little support while I balanced on my heels, as he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. He pumped and pumped, I tried not to gag. I was loving it, I was getting excited again. All of a sudden he let go of my hair and I pulled off of his cock with a loud breath, he started to shoot his load, he started to moan even louder. He came on my face, I opened my mouth and he came inside of me. He milked his dick until he was done cumming, directly onto my tongue. I took him back into my mouth and cleaned him off, swallowed every bit I could find.
"That was incredible, baby." He said as I looked back up at him, I slowly let him through my lips the last time. I got to the head and I sucked a little more, he came out of me with a pop and I kissed the head.
"You taste so good," I told him, I smiled at him. I probably looked a mess, my lipstick was now all over his cock.
I stood back and he kissed my cheek, he jumped down and fixed his pants. "Drinks on me fellows, I just got the best birthday blowjob I have ever gotten in my life." He laughed, he kissed my cheek, he made more kamikazes and gave one to me and I brought the other two out to the men. They watched me as I got closer in my high pumps. I let the two of them rub my ass, I felt a little too confident, I totally felt like a girl.
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