From crossdresser to crossdresser slut
What happens when your secret crossdressing comes unexpectedly to light at work? This is the true story of a crossdresser who became a slut in an “accidental” way. This is my story.
As anybody else who have bills to pay, I have a regular, “official” job. I got an MBA, so you can figure out my line of work. I’m lucky to have a great job now, and it really helps in covering my girly expenses . In any case, I’m not here to tell you about that but what happened several years ago. Back then (maybe around 5 years ago or more), I already was a full crossdresser but I was mostly a closed xdresser. I had gone out to clubs and bars but took extreme care to keep my alter ego in private. However, as many crossdressers, I also love “under-dressing”- that is, wearing some lingerie under my regular office attire. It’s a thrill in case you’ve never done it: the idea of talking to our boss while wearing fishnet stocking, thong and a garter belt can be really hot. Sometimes I’d include some bra that wasn’t too bulky as well. In any case, under-dressing was part of my office life.
Everything was just fine, until one day on of my coworkers, named Ryan, spotted me while fixing my garter belt in the restroom. It was a horrible moment of panic. There I was – (I hadn’t locked the door) in thong and garters, facing him. I didn’t know what to say or do! I quickly fixed my pants and shirt and tried to make some silly excuse – of course it didn’t work. I had been exposed, and if he knew about my crossdressing eventually, others would. That was the time when I wasn’t the street slut I’ve become now. Yeah I’ve had sex with some guys but I had done it as Claudia, not as Claudio!
I knew Ryan kinda well: we had offices on the same floor, chatted a few times, etc. So he wasn’t a complete stranger but he wasn’t my pal either. I also suspected he was “bi” (or at least bi-curious, I don’t know). Back to that day, I asked hi please, please, not to tell anyone about it – I was afraid about my losing my job or becoming the laughing stock. And then I said it: “just ask me anything”. Big mistake. I’d assume he’d ask me to do some of his office work for him, but instead all I got was: “how about a blowjob? ”. I had some mixed feelings about it: obviously I wasn’t prepared for that but I wasn’t willing to risk it all either. Giving blowjobs wasn’t anything new to me (my mouth had already tasted cock) – it was just the idea of doing it in my regular “guy clothes” - it just didn’t feel the same.
As much as I offered him other things to buy his silence, even money, he just didn’t take them. I was doomed. I had no choice. So, we locked the door and there we were: I got on my knees, he dropped his pants, and offered me his hard cock. OMFG! He had a beautiful cock indeed: fully shaven, cut, big-headed, massive. I tried very hard not to look too pleased –and even horny - with that, otherwise it’d become a regular activity (and I didn’t want that, right?). Then I began sucking and licking, sucking and licking the fat head and the veiny shaft; he then took the my head and pushed it hard against his meat; I wasn’t as good a deep-throater as I am now, so I chocked a bit but he kept pushing it.
All 8 inches went down my throat. Over all we may probably spent about 20-30 minuted there. I didn´t want him to cum in my mouth; I had not fully completed my cum-eating training yet. So I jerked him off and made him shot his sperms somewhere else. He looked very satisfied (and hell, so I was!) and ensured me, with a smile, that my secret was safe with him. He left the restroom, leaving me on my knees.
Well, things weren’t going to be that easy. You probably know what happens when someone knows something you dont't want to be known: blackmailing. So it went. In order to “pay” for his silence, I had to give him a weekly blowjob – sometimes two; the basement restroom became the motel. So after working hours, when most were gone, I had to get on my knees and take his massive piece of meat into my mouth.
Yeah, I won’t lie to you: this wasn’t “blackmailing” in the pure sense of the word: over time, I was beginning to enjoy it too; so in a subtle way, it turned into a “blackmailing role play” –although none of us would admitted it. Besides, he was kinda handsome, well-built, clean shaven guy with an amazing cock. So I guess I became his bitch! And I was enjoying it a bit too much. I’m all ok in getting fucked as Claudia, I do it all weekends now, but it felt weird doing it in my regular office attire, so I kept the lingerie under it, just to feel a bit “in context” if you know what I mean.
Eventually, things went a bit out of control when he broke his silence and told my secret to another co-worker. One Friday afternoon I got the usual SMS from Ryan “I need it today. Meet me there” By then I was like “yeah sure, why not”; but when I got there I freaked out: it was Ryan with Dan, another guy from our floor. I could tell immediately that he knew – there was the lusty smile of someone who’s about to fuck a girl.
I was a bit pissed with Ryan –he had been a real jerk by telling others about it; in the end, and skipping all the details, it end up with a “take it or leave it baby”. Sights. I decided to go ahead, but I also decided it was time to move to another job. Dan locked the door and turned off half the lights. It was around 6:30 PM, so place was pretty quite. They asked me to remove all my male clothes. I guess, “lucky for them”, that day I was wearing some slutty lingerie for work: fishnet stocking, garter belts, thong, and spandex tank-top, all in red. Since I always carry some lipstick in my backpack they told me to put some. So there I was, at work, looking like a hooker, and I was about to get fucked by two guys – a bit, against my will. Since I wasn’t into kissing and caressing they went straight to the fucking: they removed their pants and I got me on my knees; in from of my face I had Ryan’s well known cock and Dan's. Dan was a black guy: so you picture the rest. I took one cock at the time in my mouth: white, black, white, black, white, black. Shit one can get used to it. Every time I sucked one I also jerked off the other.
Then both cocks, into my mouth. They were both totally covered with my thick saliva since they “made me” deepthroat them- hell if I was enjoying it! As this exercise went on I was getting more and more excited; I sucked their juicy balls; they played with my hard cock too, even sucked it.
Things turned into a threesome sucking orgy: cocks passed from mouth to mouth. Eventually we couldn’t resist it: some cocks had to go inside somebody. Needles to say I was going to be that somebody.
So I took the posture that later would become a regular practice: on the floor, on my four, legs wide open, hips up. And again, each of them took turns to fuck me- one fucking my ass, the other my mouth. I got drilled over and over and over; cocks moved back and forth from one hole to the other. I wasn’t allow any break.
I could see how I was getting fucked (or ****d?) in the large mirrors all over the room. It was like an actual movie. By then, this was no longer forced sex – I was loving every minute of it – I even wanted more, and more, and more! Dan had an amazing black cock almost as fat as a coke can and every time I had it inside I felt in heaven – totally wide open.
I don’t know how long this session went for, maybe two or three hours; it was dark outside. But by the time they were done with me, I had my ass and throat flooded with warm, salty cum and my face dripping down semen down my neck. They left leaving me as such. I had been fucked like some street whore, with no mercy, just for pure pleasure, as a sex toy.
In the next couple of months after this I could not escape at least two more of these “sessions”. As much as I fucking really enjoyed them, I knew it was time to leave this place and find another job, which I did. But I wasn’t the same anymore: for the first time I had experienced what was it like to be someone’s bitch, his slut, his sex toy. And instead of feeling bad about it, I just loved the feeling.
Unknowingly, I had really turned into a slut...
As anybody else who have bills to pay, I have a regular, “official” job. I got an MBA, so you can figure out my line of work. I’m lucky to have a great job now, and it really helps in covering my girly expenses . In any case, I’m not here to tell you about that but what happened several years ago. Back then (maybe around 5 years ago or more), I already was a full crossdresser but I was mostly a closed xdresser. I had gone out to clubs and bars but took extreme care to keep my alter ego in private. However, as many crossdressers, I also love “under-dressing”- that is, wearing some lingerie under my regular office attire. It’s a thrill in case you’ve never done it: the idea of talking to our boss while wearing fishnet stocking, thong and a garter belt can be really hot. Sometimes I’d include some bra that wasn’t too bulky as well. In any case, under-dressing was part of my office life.
Everything was just fine, until one day on of my coworkers, named Ryan, spotted me while fixing my garter belt in the restroom. It was a horrible moment of panic. There I was – (I hadn’t locked the door) in thong and garters, facing him. I didn’t know what to say or do! I quickly fixed my pants and shirt and tried to make some silly excuse – of course it didn’t work. I had been exposed, and if he knew about my crossdressing eventually, others would. That was the time when I wasn’t the street slut I’ve become now. Yeah I’ve had sex with some guys but I had done it as Claudia, not as Claudio!
I knew Ryan kinda well: we had offices on the same floor, chatted a few times, etc. So he wasn’t a complete stranger but he wasn’t my pal either. I also suspected he was “bi” (or at least bi-curious, I don’t know). Back to that day, I asked hi please, please, not to tell anyone about it – I was afraid about my losing my job or becoming the laughing stock. And then I said it: “just ask me anything”. Big mistake. I’d assume he’d ask me to do some of his office work for him, but instead all I got was: “how about a blowjob? ”. I had some mixed feelings about it: obviously I wasn’t prepared for that but I wasn’t willing to risk it all either. Giving blowjobs wasn’t anything new to me (my mouth had already tasted cock) – it was just the idea of doing it in my regular “guy clothes” - it just didn’t feel the same.
As much as I offered him other things to buy his silence, even money, he just didn’t take them. I was doomed. I had no choice. So, we locked the door and there we were: I got on my knees, he dropped his pants, and offered me his hard cock. OMFG! He had a beautiful cock indeed: fully shaven, cut, big-headed, massive. I tried very hard not to look too pleased –and even horny - with that, otherwise it’d become a regular activity (and I didn’t want that, right?). Then I began sucking and licking, sucking and licking the fat head and the veiny shaft; he then took the my head and pushed it hard against his meat; I wasn’t as good a deep-throater as I am now, so I chocked a bit but he kept pushing it.
All 8 inches went down my throat. Over all we may probably spent about 20-30 minuted there. I didn´t want him to cum in my mouth; I had not fully completed my cum-eating training yet. So I jerked him off and made him shot his sperms somewhere else. He looked very satisfied (and hell, so I was!) and ensured me, with a smile, that my secret was safe with him. He left the restroom, leaving me on my knees.
Well, things weren’t going to be that easy. You probably know what happens when someone knows something you dont't want to be known: blackmailing. So it went. In order to “pay” for his silence, I had to give him a weekly blowjob – sometimes two; the basement restroom became the motel. So after working hours, when most were gone, I had to get on my knees and take his massive piece of meat into my mouth.
Yeah, I won’t lie to you: this wasn’t “blackmailing” in the pure sense of the word: over time, I was beginning to enjoy it too; so in a subtle way, it turned into a “blackmailing role play” –although none of us would admitted it. Besides, he was kinda handsome, well-built, clean shaven guy with an amazing cock. So I guess I became his bitch! And I was enjoying it a bit too much. I’m all ok in getting fucked as Claudia, I do it all weekends now, but it felt weird doing it in my regular office attire, so I kept the lingerie under it, just to feel a bit “in context” if you know what I mean.
Eventually, things went a bit out of control when he broke his silence and told my secret to another co-worker. One Friday afternoon I got the usual SMS from Ryan “I need it today. Meet me there” By then I was like “yeah sure, why not”; but when I got there I freaked out: it was Ryan with Dan, another guy from our floor. I could tell immediately that he knew – there was the lusty smile of someone who’s about to fuck a girl.
I was a bit pissed with Ryan –he had been a real jerk by telling others about it; in the end, and skipping all the details, it end up with a “take it or leave it baby”. Sights. I decided to go ahead, but I also decided it was time to move to another job. Dan locked the door and turned off half the lights. It was around 6:30 PM, so place was pretty quite. They asked me to remove all my male clothes. I guess, “lucky for them”, that day I was wearing some slutty lingerie for work: fishnet stocking, garter belts, thong, and spandex tank-top, all in red. Since I always carry some lipstick in my backpack they told me to put some. So there I was, at work, looking like a hooker, and I was about to get fucked by two guys – a bit, against my will. Since I wasn’t into kissing and caressing they went straight to the fucking: they removed their pants and I got me on my knees; in from of my face I had Ryan’s well known cock and Dan's. Dan was a black guy: so you picture the rest. I took one cock at the time in my mouth: white, black, white, black, white, black. Shit one can get used to it. Every time I sucked one I also jerked off the other.
Then both cocks, into my mouth. They were both totally covered with my thick saliva since they “made me” deepthroat them- hell if I was enjoying it! As this exercise went on I was getting more and more excited; I sucked their juicy balls; they played with my hard cock too, even sucked it.
Things turned into a threesome sucking orgy: cocks passed from mouth to mouth. Eventually we couldn’t resist it: some cocks had to go inside somebody. Needles to say I was going to be that somebody.
So I took the posture that later would become a regular practice: on the floor, on my four, legs wide open, hips up. And again, each of them took turns to fuck me- one fucking my ass, the other my mouth. I got drilled over and over and over; cocks moved back and forth from one hole to the other. I wasn’t allow any break.
I could see how I was getting fucked (or ****d?) in the large mirrors all over the room. It was like an actual movie. By then, this was no longer forced sex – I was loving every minute of it – I even wanted more, and more, and more! Dan had an amazing black cock almost as fat as a coke can and every time I had it inside I felt in heaven – totally wide open.
I don’t know how long this session went for, maybe two or three hours; it was dark outside. But by the time they were done with me, I had my ass and throat flooded with warm, salty cum and my face dripping down semen down my neck. They left leaving me as such. I had been fucked like some street whore, with no mercy, just for pure pleasure, as a sex toy.
In the next couple of months after this I could not escape at least two more of these “sessions”. As much as I fucking really enjoyed them, I knew it was time to leave this place and find another job, which I did. But I wasn’t the same anymore: for the first time I had experienced what was it like to be someone’s bitch, his slut, his sex toy. And instead of feeling bad about it, I just loved the feeling.
Unknowingly, I had really turned into a slut...
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